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Steve's POV

"Look out!" Pony screamed.

I suddenly looked at the road and saw a car just inches away from mine. I tried desperately to steer out of the way, but I was too late. The car slammed into my car, head on. I heard metal crush, windows break, a blood curdling scream, and felt my head strike the window. Then, all was black.

Minutes passed, I have no idea how many. Everything went by slowly. I was completely confused with no idea as to what was going on. I tried to look around to figure out where I was, but I couldn't. I was stuck, completely unable to move.

I heard voices yelling frantically, and suddenly I felt hands on me, pulling me out of whatever I was trapped in. I was laid on the ground, and suddenly was hit with a sharp pain. I cried out and tried to stir, but any movement made the pain worse. Someone grabbed my shoulders.

"Calm down, sir! You're going to hurt yourself!" Someone yelled, trying to soothe me.

"W-what's going on?" I cringed when I heard myself, coughing roughly. I barely recognized my hoarse voice.

"Don't talk, save your energy. You don't remember? You were in a pretty bad car crash son," the person said.

Car crash?

Then it hit me. I heard Pony scream, but it had been too late. We hit the car head on. I remember everything. The windows breaking, the sound of crushing metal, and a heart stopping scream. It sounded just like the kid.

I remember looking over at him moments before we collided with the other car. I remember watching his face go pale, him screaming, and I noticed he didn't have a seat belt on. I remember seeing him fly out of the car when both cars collided and feeling my heart stop.

That stupid kid. I thought Pony was supposed to be the smart one. He always remembered to wear a seat belt. Why not now?

"T-the..kid…P-pony," I choked out in between my coughing fit.

The person stared at me confused.

"What are you talkin' about son?"

I took a deep breath. "T-the kid….P-pony…h-he was in the-" I couldn't finish. I broke out into a coughing fit and soon started coughing up blood. I felt pain shoot through me, and darkness try to take me away.

"Stay awake. I'll go look for the kid," the person said, and left my side. I found it harder and harder to stay awake. Suddenly I remembered Two-Bit. Where was he? Is he okay?

I wanted to tell the man to look for him, hell I wanted to help, but I couldn't. I couldn't move. There was too much pain in my body. I couldn't take it anymore, and let darkness overcome me.

The Other Man's POV

I was taking a nice walk during the evening, when suddenly I heard tires screech, and a loud crash. I turned to the noise, and saw a horrible car wreck. I immediately ran into the scene, hoping no one died. I looked into one of the cars and saw a boy, who looked no older than 17 or 18, unconscious and stuck inside.

I carefully dodged broken glass and other objects to try and pry the door off the car. I had to get the kid out of there. It was hard, because there was a lot of glass. The boy looked seriously injured, but fortunately alive.

I gently laid him on the ground, not knowing the injuries he had. He immediately yelped in pain and tried to move. I grabbed his shoulders and tried to calm him down.

"Calm down, sir! You're going to hurt yourself!" I yelled.

"W-what's going on?" he croaked, and broke into a coughing fit.

"Don't talk. Save your energy. You were in a car crash, remember?" I asked. I would think he would remember a car crash, considering he was in it, but I'm guessing he was knocked out.

He stayed quiet for a few minutes, then looked up at me.

"T-the kid…Pony…." He choked in between his coughing.

"What?" I asked, completely confused. There was another kid in the crash?

"T-the kid…Pony….h-he was in the-" he didn't finish, and broke out into another coughing fit, this time coughing up blood. I was going to look for the kid, hoping there wasn't a kid stuck somewhere, dying. I didn't want to leave this boy, but I had too.

"Stay awake. I'll go look for the kid," I said frantically, and got up and started my search for a missing person. I lifted some objects, but failed in finding someone.

"Hello?" I called, hoping for a 'here!' to give a clue to where the person could be. I looked inside the other car, and saw a man who looked like he was 50. He had beer bottles all over his car, so I'm guessing this was a drunken drivers fault. I checked his pulse, but couldn't find one. He's dead.

I kept on looking around, not wanting to give up, even though I couldn't find the kid. I looked inside the truck where I saved the boy, and examined it. I saw a bloody hand print. It looked like a small hand print, but not as little as a kid's one. It looked like a teenagers, maybe.

My eyes landed on blood trails leading to the windshield. The windshield was shattered in one area, big enough for a person to go through, but would experience pain. I then saw a piece of clothing on the glass, still attached to the windshield.

I climbed out of the car, and grabbed it, looking around for anymore signs. I then saw a big bloody puddle, and noticed it had a trail near it, leading to the other car. I took a deep breath, scared out of my mind. I took a few steps towards the car, and looked under it, praying to God nobody was under there.

But my wish did not come true. There was in fact a body. I found him, I thought sadly. I immediately grabbed onto the boy, pulled him gently out from under the car, and laid him in the street. I was now completely freaking out. I looked around, and saw a huge crowd of people close to here.

"Somebody call 911," I yelled. A few people ran off, hopefully to call for help. I looked down at the boy, and started panicking. He looked paler than snow where you could see the skin that wasn't covered in blood. He had many deep gashes, too many to count. His hair was covered in blood. I checked his pulse, praying I could find one.

I did, but it was barely there. I then remembered the other boy.

"Somebody, help him," I yelled, and pointed to the other boy. A few people ran to him. I hope he was okay. These two boys looked so young, too young to die.

I looked at the boy, and saw him stir, and moan.

"Sh, calm down. Helps on the way," I calmly said, trying not to cause the boy to freak out.

"T…..Two-…Bit," He choked out, then went unconscious. I silently cursed to myself. There's another one? Oh God, please tell me he's okay. I looked around, and spotted a leg under the truck I just pulled the boy out of. Oh shit, I cursed to myself.

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