Chapter two: Constellations

I stared at my feet as I was being transported to my death. I listened to my last form of communication with the world around me, the radio.

"May 31st, 1989, Marcus Adam, an American was finally convicted of the murder of twelve people. The incident happened on a nearby island where a family that has great influence in Tokyo, has meeting." The announcer said. "It is said that Marcus Adam had a plan to take over the family, and use the influence it had for his own personal gain."

The announcer continued but I began to ignore the radio after the last comment about me. It was a lie, I came to the conclusion that Balter had made it up and told the media.

The sky was starting to blacken and I was starting to get tired. I decided not to take a nap, and instead watch whatever I could see out the window. I was already going to get plenty of sleep.

I watched as the sun set over the trees, it was beautiful, it reminded me of Jane.

"Goodnight James." I said quietly. At this time I would have send James off to bed, even though he couldn't hear me, I decided to keep the tradition and say one final goodnight to him.

The sun finally vanished from the sky, and I could see the stars. I started to remember everything my Mother and Father said to me when I was young.

"If you wish upon the first star you see at night…" I remembered my Father saying. "Your wish will come true, but you must never tell anyone what you wished for."

I closed my eyes and made a wish as the van stopped and the driver stepped out to urinate.

I saw off in the distance headlights from another car. Ignoring it I went back to looking up at the stars.

I remembered my Mother and Father showing me the star constellations. I tried to remember a few, but the same headlights from the same car grabbed my attention. It was closer now.

I attempted to ignore it again, but then I realized that the headlights were not from a car. The headlights were suspended in mid-air. Traveling at high speeds.

"What the hell?" I focused on the headlights.

I then realized that the headlights were coming right for the van I was in. I ducked, covering my head, and bracing for impact.

Suddenly a force slammed into the van, I began to bounce around in the van like a ragdoll as the van rolled on its side.

The van came to a halt after it parked its self in the ditch.

I could feel blood run down the right side of my face as I forced the vans doors open.

I found that I had difficulties walking as I made my way to the front of the van to check if the passenger was alive. Blood stained seats, and windows gave me the answer.

I turned around, not quite sure of where I was going. I stumbled upon the driver who was still on the ground trying to get up.

Without me even realizing, I had jumped on top the driver, and snapped his neck. It was like an instinct told me to snap his neck. I got off of the now dead driver. Examining my hands I saw blood on them. I blinked and the blood disappeared.

Looking around I saw that someone else was a victim in the chaos. What looked to be a villager had been crushed by the van as it rolled into the ditch. I found myself dragging the body of the dead villager to the crashed van; I saw a small fire had erupted near the gas tank. Much like I snapped the neck of the driver, I found myself doing something that seemed to be against my own will.

I dragged the dead villager near the fire, using it as a decoy body to pose as my body for when the police come looking for the van that was suppose to transport me to my death.

I stepped far back from the van and watched as the fire caused the gas to explode. I stayed there for a few minutes more to watch the fire, then I began walking.

I could feel more blood running down the right side of my face, I ignored it and kept walking.

After a while, I found that I could walk no more. I collapsed on the ground. I could hear the sound of a car approaching. Before I could see the car, a girl wearing Japanese ceremonial wear approach me. She said nothing, and only looked at me. She looked to be a young kid

I blinked and she vanished. The car I had heard finally came into view. The driver and two passengers got out.

"Get him into the car." A female voice said. I was then lifted up, and placed in the back seat of the car.

"Look at his eye!" Another female voice said.

"He's going to need medical attention." A male voice said as I felt the car accelerate. I couldn't move, and I was unable to see the faces of my saviors.

I lost conciseness shortly after the car accelerated, and everyone in it stopped talking.