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Demolition Derby
Automobiles were a fairly recent addition to the methods of transportation available to the Black Order however only the higher ups ever used them. It was too costly to buy enough for the entire Order when there were many modes of transportation that were just as good and far more cost efficient.
Leverrier was one of the few who actually had an auto for his personal use. A fact that he often flaunted in front of the other members of the Order.
On this particular day he had to go out to the town that was located near the Order to run a few errands and decided to take the automobile. He didn't want to travel with anyone else so a carriage was out of the question and he flat out refused to walk.
Big mistake on his part.
The first leg of the trip was uneventful however as Leverrier was driving toward the town, down a steep incline, a runaway horse suddenly leapt from the bushes.
Cursing loudly Leverrier jerked the steering wheel hard to the left, in an attempt to dodge the animal. Unfortunately there was another automobile making it's way up the hill and Leverrier barely saw it in time to once again swerve out of the way.
Cursing foully Leverrier mashed on the brakes, needing to slow his descent before he entered the town. However, despite the pressure that he was applying to the brake pedal, nothing happened.
In fact if anything he seemed to be picking up speed.
Leverrier fought to maintain control of the automobile as it sped down the incline but it appeared to be a losing battle as the vehicle struck a tree and bounced off.
The right side of the car was dented and Leverrier shaken up but this didn't end his little ride. Knocked across the street by the force of hitting the first tree the auto actually pin balled off a second tree.
And kept going.
Leverrier continued frantically pushing the brake pedal but the auto simply refused to slow. Even in it's battered state it gained speed before finally slamming head on into a building.
Debris flew in all directions and the inhabitants of the town quickly converged on the scene. They all looked on in horror, knowing that nothing could be done for the man behind the wheel of the runaway car. His neck was twisted in an awkward position and they all knew, even without the pronouncement of a doctor, that it was broken.
Nothing could be done.
It was just a miracle that no one else was injured.
A/N- Car wreck! Mental image of Leverrier bouncing back and forth between trees like a pinball. So sadistic and yet I can't find the energy to care.
