Silent Screams
Okay, here's the thing. After starting one Fanfiction, I get writers block for a suitable middle and ending for it. Then, a complete idea settles in my mind. Therefore, I am now writing out the complete idea, and struggling with the incomplete one- but I seriously could not wait to write this. This is my second/third fanfiction, depending on when I finish it!
-RetardedFish97 x
The air was heavy and still. That was the first thing Sam had noticed, leaving the ED and running off into the night. The dark resembled smoke, a thick curtain that hid all the dangers of the night- providing a perfect cover for all those who did not wish to be seen- this made her nervous. That which she couldn't see wasn't safe. But then, the haze cleared, and noise broke through. Searching for the source of the silence-breakers, Sam saw five tall, drunk men. They looked strong. In their midst, was a girl of about nineteen, with dark skin and dark hair. They had encircled her, and were closing in threateningly, throwing crushed beer cans behind them. They began to slap her, pulling her hair so she faced them. They screamed racist obscenities at her, and one spat directly into her face. Sam began to see the full magnitude of the racist attack- she had to help.
"Hey!" she shouted, tearing them out the way with all the strength they could muster. She reached the sobbing, shaking girl, and tried to pull her from the crowd, lashing out wildly at the towering, leering figures. Suddenly she felt the girl being torn from her grip. She stumbled and fell from the crowd, landing on the pavement with a crunch. A muscular, dark haired man loomed above her.
"Why you wanna help her for? You is better than her, why you lowering yourself? We're better than 'em," I shouted.
"You're no better than a pig," Sam spat.
As soon as the words tore from her lips, she regretted them. The man rose up to his full height, incensed, and bore the heel of his shoe into Sam's hand. She screamed in pain.
"Shut it!" he hollered, dragging Sam from the ground by her hair, and slapping her round her face. She kicked and lashed out wildly, but soon, the four others came to help, leaving their other victim in a crumpled, bleeding heap on the floor. They pushed her up against a wall, smashing her head against it- one, twice, three times. Sam blacked out. She could still feel each kick, each punch, boring into her, but had no strength left. Angry tears streamed down her face, and with the last of her strength, Sam let out the loudest, most piercing scream she could manage.
"Jesus, man- shut her up, yeah?" she heard one call to the other. She opened her eyes once more, to stare into the cold, emotionless eyes of one of the group, who drew his fist up behind him. Across it, Sam saw a glint of metal, before he sent his fist flying into her jaw, shattering it. She could not cry out in pain, for it only pained her more.
Sam heard a scrape of metal, and only opened her eyes once more, to see a sharp knife blade, which he then drew across her forehead, sending a stream of blood pouring into her eyes, blocking her sight, and sending her tumbling to the floor, where she then lay, crumpled in a pool of blood, unconscious.
Seeing this, the men panicked.
"C'mon man- run!" one yelled. But the other was not finished. Pulling a lighter from his pocket, he flicked it, and lowered it to the two they had attacked, and lit them on fire.
"What you do that for?" the leader of the group yelled.
"Burnin' the evidence, innit?"
The group ran.
It was fair to say, that Dixie and Jeff were not having a pleasant time.
"Two time wasters today- bloody brilliant," Dixie growled, settling into the ambulance's passenger seat. Her best friend and partner, Jeffrey, sat in the driver's side, and revved the engine.
"What's next then?"
"Coffee?" Dixie asked.
But any hope of coffee was quashed, when they received a call, asking them to attend a vicious attack of two women.
"What have we got, then?" Dixie asked.
"Two women, with severe burns among other injuries, who appear to have been lit on fire- Police are after the culprits. A member of the public apparently found them, and poured water over them. Both unconscious, one's breathing- CPR is being administered to the other."
"Oh, great," Dixie groaned, "Do we have a name?"
Jeff repeated her question into his communicator. The answer shook him, and he fell silent, pulling the device from his ear.
"Jeffrey, who is it?" Dixie asked, worried.
"A May Jonas and…" he began, but his voice trailed off.
"And?" Dixie demanded.
"Dr Samantha Nichols."