Chapter 1

It is surprising how little time it takes for a crisis to occur. How quickly a world can end. All it took was a fresh green light, an exhausted 18 wheeler driver who was trying to beat a yellow, and 70 miles an hour.

Billy woke up to flashing blue lights and scraping metal. He tried to register what had happened. They'd pulled out into the intersection... then what? They'd been T-boned by a freighter truck, he realized. He remembered Hawk's head snapping around during the impact, and tried to look for his friend. Turning his head hurt worse than anything he'd felt in a long time, but he forced himself. Black Hawk was completely still, pinned in place by his seat belt and the airbag. behind him the side of the car was crumbled and broken beyond recognition. The roof was crushed down a lot, and the Kid realized they mustve flipped before coming to a stop. Black Hawk's face was covered in blood which was coming from a gash on his forehead. Billy tried to move, to check if his friend was still alive, but when he moved his arm to reach out to find his friend's pulse the pain was blinding. It pushed him over the edge, and he sank back down into unconsciousness as a paramedic ripped open the door and tried to stop the bleeding.

The rescue squad was expecting fatalities all around. It was amazing the two men in the jeep were alive at all. As they pulled the guy on the passenger side of jeep out and loaded him into the ambulance, one of the officers on the scene thought he saw a purplish-red mist hovering over the guy's skin. That's odd, he thought, but then dismissed it as a reflection of the ambulance's emergency lights.

Billy had always wondered what ambulances looked like from the inside. He kept drifting in and out of consciousness, vague images sticking with him, a paramedic's face, the label of the oxygen system, then he would be gone again, and when he opened his eyes again new images would come. The door of the ambulance opening. Nothing hurt very much any more. Was he dying? Where was Black Hawk? Was he dead? Nothingness. Then he was looking over an oxygen mask at a ceiling going by, flourescent lights breaking up the ceiling tile as he was wheeled to the ER. A jolt as the stretcher bumped over a join in the flooring, then nothing.

Dr. Greene had worked a long shift in one of his least favorite places in the hospital: the ER. It was all either people who had bruised their wrist, gotten a bad cut, or were running a high fever, or people who had fallen off a 3 story building, gotten mugged in an alley,or been involved in a car accident. This latest case was one of the latter. The two men had been brought in a few minutes ago. The driver from the car was a lot worse than the passenger, and had been wheeled through to critical almost immediately after arriving, leaving Greene to deal with the other patient.

"What've we got?" Greene asked a nurse as he entered the room.

"William Bonney, 25, injured in a car accident. The car got hit by an 18 wheeler in an intersection. His arm is broken badly, both legs are fractured, probable head trauma, and we expect internal bleeding." The nurse replied, handing him a file with accident details on it, along with the guy's insurance information.

Greene took a look at the young man. His blond hair was sticky with blood from a head wound, and his eyes were closed. Somebody had hooked him up to an IV and a monitor, and his pulse blipped its way across the screen. Poor kid, he thought, probably never knew what hit him.

A few minutes later, Greene was certain the patient was bleeding internally. An ultrasound had shown a lot of blurs in his abdominal cavity, and Greene decided he would have to operate to stop the bleeding before they could do anything else.

That was twenty minutes ago. Now Greene was standing in an Operating Room, holding a scalpel, about to make the first incision. Greene took a deep breath, and began to cut. A second later he stopped, and lifted the scalpel. There was nothing there. No blood. No cut. He looked at the scalpel. Yes the blade was sharp. Was he okay? He began to cut again. This time he looked closer when he lifted the scalpel. At once he knew he wasn't okay. He had just seen the cut seal up on it's own, leaving no blood and unscarred skin behind. He cut again, again the incision closed.

The assisting intern had noticed too by now. The woman's eyebrows shot up her forehead. "What the...?"

Greene put down the scalpel, and walked around to the patient's head. He had a headwound. He raised the gauze taped over the cut, and froze. It was now a gradually shrinking line. It looked like the injury was weeks old. Just 20 minutes ago it had been bleeding profusely and it had taken a while to get it to stop bleeding enough that it wasn't life threatening.

Greene went back to the site of his attempted incisions. Nothing there. He grabbed the scalpel and made a long, deep cut. He and the intern watched frozen as it sealed itself up with a line of purple-red sparks. No one spoke.

Greene broke the silence. "I'm calling a Code 007. Clear the operating room. Don't let anybody see the patient. None of you leave the ER until I say so."

Greene left the OR in a hurry, pulling of his mask and gloves as he went. He shoved his way into his office and snatched up the phone. He hit a speed dial number, and was connected almost instantly.

"I'm reporting a Code 007. Yes, 007. Almost certain supernatural aspects. Send someone as soon as possible." Greene began to respond to questions about the situation from the person on the other end of the line. "...every cut we made sealed up almost instantly...What? Yes there was another person in the car. Do you think it's the same? I'll notify the surgeon..."

In the critical wing things were going badly for Black Hawk. He was losing blood too fast, and his aura couldn't cope with the blood loss. His heart kept pumping it out of his body as fast as it could be replaced, and even with the surgeons trying to stop it, it wasn't enough. So his heart was trying to shut down, until his aura could heal him enough for it to start beating again. Unfortunately, the doctors did not want his heart to shut down, and every time he flatlined, he was defibrillated, sending bolts of electricity to restart his heart.

Dr. Evans was getting frustrated. This guy was not going to die on her. Two of her other patients had already died on this shift, she was not going to lose another one. She was trying to close a gaping wound in the guy's side and was halfway done, when he flatlined again.

Evans was mad. Was it her? Was she cursed or something? She reached for the paddles to shock his heart back into beating, and gave him the highest shock that was safe at this level. The monitor continued its high pitched whine, no pulse starting back. She raised the power and shocked him again, yet still the monitor screamed.

"Damn it!" Evans gasped. It wasn't her fault. She knew that. It just pissed her off. "We're gonna have to call it guys." she said to the others who were assisting her.

Dr. Greene appeared at the window and stuck his head in the door, holding a mask over his face.

"Dr. Evans, could I speak with you a moment?"

Evans walked towards him, pulling off her gloves, dropping the stupid, bloody things into the proper recepticle as she went.

The intern who had been assisting on the case glanced after her, as one of her co workers listed and recorded the time of death. Poor Dr Evans, the woman thought, She's had the worst luck today. Dr. Evans was talking quietly to Dr. Greene in the corner by the door. Her expression grew alarmed, then incredulous, and finally resolved as she turned around and informed her team

"We've called a code 007 on this patient, nobody leaves the building without being decontaminated and debriefed."

The intern was alarmed. Was 007 code for the black plague or something? She turned to the anesthesiologist.

"What's 007 code for?"

The man shook his head. "I don't believe this. It's just ridiculous."

"What does it mean?"

"It's code for a situation with suspected supernatural aspects."


Hey guys! Thanks for reading! It is probably going to be a while before I can update due to school and music, (and plot composing shhh!) but expect more sometime in September!

Any reviews or suggestions are welcome!

There's a bit more coming very soon though: the police report on the subject, and the article in the newspaper.