Distorted

Sakura Kinomoto has a perfect life: she has a good job, lots of friends, and a man whom she loves. But her idealistic dream is shattered when one day, a handsome man appears on her doorstep, claiming to be her husband. Is he telling the truth?

I'm starting another story! Yeah, yeah, I know, my other stories aren't finished but I got the idea for this story while doing my psychology homework a long time ago so this fanfiction will be a psychological drama/thriller. Hope you guys enjoy it!

Prologue

Hong Kong, China

There was a mile-long line of cars on the highway, stuck in a traffic jam. The summer heat was exhausting, nerves were tight, and the tension was high. Loud beeps were heard as the impatient drivers honked their horns in vain, hoping that their efforts would somehow magically dispel the wreckage that blocked the road.

The chief of police wiped his sweaty brow. Tall and slightly heavy, Ma Yui-Long was fifty-two years old, and never once in his thirty-year long career had he witnessed a car crash as catastrophic as the one in front of him. Dozens of police cars and ambulances were gathered around the wreckage of metal and carnage, their sirens blaring and adding to the noise created by the other drivers. Paramedics were pulling out bodies, mangled and mutilated, while survivors were being treated or interviewed by the just-arrived press. If there was hell on earth, this was it.

A big, fuckin' disaster. Chief Ma swallowed hard as he pulled on his tie. He was desperately trying to do everything at once: directing his officers, answering questions from the press, and trying to solve the problem of the line of cars behind him that was quickly getting longer and longer.

"Chief Ma," one reporter called out, "can you explain to us what happened?"

"Chief, how many are dead?"

"Can you please tell us what measures your team is taking to solve this chaos?"

Ma shook his head as he fought to keep his temper under control. Damn all these reporters! "If you will please be patient," he said, gritting his teeth, "I will answer all questions in the morning at ten in front of the police office. This is a great tragedy and we are working together with the paramedics to resolve this problem." Turning to his second-in-command, Chen Tong, he growled, "Get them out of here."

"Will do, Chief."

As Ma stalked away from the reporters, another one of his officers came up to him. Recognizing it as the man who he sent to collect statistics, he immediately asked, "How many dead?"

"Fifteen dead, six survivors, four of whom are in critical condition."

"Jesus. What about the drunk dumbass that caused all of this?"

"Dead. He's on the stretcher over there." The officer pointed to a stretcher covered in a sheet that was soaked in blood.

"You didn't tell the press, did you?"

"No-"

"Chief!"

The two men turned to see another officer run towards them.

"What is it, Liu?" Ma barked.

"The press," he panted, "they got wind of the stats! They're singing right now!"

"Fuck. Fuck!" He swore. "This is what I need, family and friends coming over here to scream at me. Sheng, go tell the press there's been a miscount. Liu, go find out if they've come up with a plan to reroute traffic. If not, tell them to get a move on it or I'll have their asses for breakfast. Fried."

The two officers quickly hurried off to do as they were told. Chief Ma took a deep breath as he walked to the ambulance area. The paramedics were working quickly and efficiently, expertly treating wounds and wheeling stretchers to the ambulances. One stretcher was in the process of being lifted and Ma could see its occupant. Her auburn-colored hair was tangled and matted with blood, and the honey color of her skin could barely be seen underneath all the blood of the gashes and cuts on her face and neck. Judging by the bloodstains on the sheet covering the rest of her body, Ma guessed that the wounds were not limited just to the woman's face.

"Will she be okay?" He asked, indicating the young woman lying motionless on the stretcher, her eyes closed.

The nurse shook her head. "We don't know yet. She received a severe concussion."

"Will she ever wake up?"

"If she does, she probably will have amnesia." The nurse sighed. "Poor girl. So beautiful and so young, barely started living yet. Not to mention her child."

Ma blinked in confusion. "Child?"

"She was pregnant."

In case you haven't guessed...the woman is Sakura. I have no clue where this story is going...it's just a whim...but if you like it, review!