Twisted Steel
Don't own nuttin'!
Summary- THIS IS A STAND-ALONE SERIES! Magenta is badly injured in an accident. Who will find her? Brad? You got it, y'all. And in this one, Magenta kind of hates Brad at first but eventually warms up to him like in IWMTFF. Oh, and BTW, I would like to thank the people who actually read my stuff; Anne Oying, mysticaljazzy, opheliafrump, RHPSluvver13, QueenCynder, and last, but the exact opposite of least, the lovely LUNAR SUNSETS! And other people, but for now I'm just listing the regulars. If you would like to become one, read and review y'all!
Third Person.
Brad woke up early. The snow was still pouring down steadily and Magenta was still asleep. Brad glanced at the cute, pink, adolescent-girl-type alarm clock on Magenta's nightstand.
It was 2:00 in the morning.
"Shit." Brad bitched as he tripped out of bed, Magenta shifted and opened her eyes,
"You okay?"
"Yeah, your clock's slow? Right?"
"It's 30 minutes fast. It's been like that since I vas 15."
"So you were early for everything?"
"Pretty much." Magenta opened her mouth but was cut off as Tafatia burst into the room,
"Hey, lovebirds, listen, 'Genta, I'm out of flour."
"So?"
"So I asked Rayne for some but he told me to fuck off, he had a girl in his room... So I'm asking you. Do you have any flour?"
"Vhy the hell vould you need that?"
"To eat! Duh!"
"Fuck off."
Brad and Magenta had the house to themselves that night, they would for the next week. They were lying on the roof, wrapped in a few blankets and winter coats, it was snowing. They were staring into the night sky as the snowflakes floated down, they were collecting on Magenta's eyelashes and melting under her eyes when she blinked, Brad pulled her closer, she was shivering.
They were silent for about an hour. That's when Brad realized that Magenta had been asleep for the past 45 minutes. He eventually carried her back inside along with the blankets and coats, laying her down on her bed, she opened her eyes and sat up,
"Did I fall asleep?"
"Yeah, I didn't want either of us to die of hypothermia." Magenta smiled and stood up,
"I'm taking a hot showver." Magenta removed the majority of her clothes and proceeded into the washroom. She came back out a few minutes later, wet and radiating warmth. She lay down, Brad felt her warm skin touching his, he turned the lights off,
"Goodnight." he whispered, Magenta didn't say anything but gently ran a hand up Brad's arm to his shoulder
"I love you so much." she said quietly, Brad stroked the back of her hair,
"Ohhhh... your hair feels like a CAT!"
Magenta froze and leaned back, smiling nervously.
"Goodnight Brad."
Brad didn't go to sleep that night. He stayed up and stared at Magenta for hours on end. The moonlight streaming in the window cast a soft glow across her sleeping body. Her anemia medication made her sick to the point of almost bulimic, her endearing curves had been stripped away.
Arden opened the door,
"Brad, are you horny for my daughter?" she giggled,
"Oh, I didn't expect-"
"I decided not to stay at Dominic's house, Taf and I are going to stay here with you kids. Why is Magenta wet?"
"She showered."
"With you...?"
"No."
"AH, THANK GOD. No offense, dear, I just hate the idea of my little girl being naaaaaaaaauuuuuughty!" Magenta opened her eyes just as Tafatia walked into the room.
"SISSY!"
"Tafatia...?"
"Yep, that's me!" Tafatia skipped away down the hall, Arden smirked sheepishly and held up a latte cup from Starbucks,
"She had coffee on the way over. Remember, Genta, when we took that trip to Louisiana to visit cousin Jodi when you were thirteen? And Tafatia had at least six donuts... Not pretty, eh? I'm 'on go unpack." Arden sauntered down the hallway to her bedroom,
"Oh, sure. Brad, can you please check if anyvone else is on the drivevay? I don't vant to have to put up vith any more of my family."
"Okay." Brad laid a kiss on her forehead and glanced out the glass wall, immediately jumping back and shrieking louder than he knew how.
A cat's tail was poking out from underneath the curtain.
"THERE'S AN ANIMAL IN HERE!"
"An animal?" the cat poked it's head out from under the curtain, it was a black cat with a white collar,
"NEEEEEEOOOOWWWWWW..."
"Gia!" the cat hopped up onto the bed, "Did Auntie Tafatia bring you home to me?"
"Neeeeeowwww..."
"Is that your cat?"
"Yes, Gia, say hi to Brad."
The cat was silent.
Tafatia and Arden left the next morning, Brad slept in and Magenta made breakfast, Gia meowed and snow continued to fall.
Then Brad heard it.
A dull thump sounded from the kitchen, Brad jumped out of bed and ran into the kitchen, Magenta was passed out on the tiled floor, blood was stemming from her nose.
...
Brad was sitting in the hospital waiting room when the hematologist approached him,
"Hello, Mr Majors, I'm Dr Helms, you brought your girlfriend in?"
"Is she okay?"
"She has a concussion, and her anemia medication may have brought on a narcoleptic episode, she's resting right now and you can come see her." Dr Helms led Brad into a small white room where Magenta was sleeping lightly. Brad sat next to her,
"You're sure she's okay, right?"
"For the moment, but we have to ask you a few questions, has Magenta been hurt lately?"
"She was in an elevator when the cable snapped, but she's okay now. What does this have to do with what happened?"
"She could have been priorly damaged."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that if Magenta was hurt in the accident, the damage that was inflicted may have caused this to happen." Brad glanced at Magenta, she didn't look hurt except for the dried blood on her face.
"I don't know how this could happen..."
"We see this a lot, we need to do a CT, though."
"Do you have to do that now?"
"I'm going to take her now, yes."
Brad stared down at her, she was probably just as scared as he was.
Brad kept his eyes abnormally wide driving down the Denton freeway, Magenta glanced at him nervously from the passenger seat,
"You're going too fast."
"I'm not going to crash the car."
"Vell, just be careful."
"Are you sure you're not completely numb right now?"
"I'm fine."
"You had a concussion."
"And I threw up two hours ago, now I feel better." Brad pulled into the empty driveway, nobody was home. Magenta got out of the car silently. Brad watched as she disappeared into the house silently before he slammed his forehead against the steering wheel, letting hot tears spill down his face.
He knew he'd failed her.
...
Brad opened the front door to an empty living room. Gia was sleeping on the couch. Brad noticed that the guest bathroom door was closed.
"Magenta?" Brad walked up to the door, "Are you okay?"
No answer.
"Sweetheart, can you hear me?" Brad started to bang on the door, "Please, open the door." Brad started to violently bang harder until the door swung open and revealed Magenta sitting, still, on the edge of the bathtub. Holding her left forearm against her chest. The white eyelet lace shirt she was wearing was mostly red.
OOH! Shit! Cliffhanger!
