Within minutes, a sleek black Mercedes-Benz limousine pulled up to shuttle them downtown. They hurried into the limo, trying not to stay out in the chilly mist-like rain that had sprung up. The regal vehicle prowled the streets. Ash, Misty and Brock were wide-eyed from the opulence of the limo. Misty quickly glanced out the window and saw her sisters Lilly, Violet and Daisy, tightly wrapped in ponchos, scurrying down the street to get to the club. "Hey, there are my sisters," she suddenly shouted. "Can we stop and get them?" She tapped on the glass divider between her and the chauffeur. He rolled down the partition and asked, "What can I do for you, young lady?"
"My sisters are right there on the sidewalk," she said, pointing. "Can we get them, please?"
"I'm sorry, my dear, but this road is only a one-way street," he explained. "We'd have to turn around at the end of the street to get them. Is that okay?"
She nodded. Brock leaned over her to shout out the window at them. "Hey, ladies," he called.
"Brock! Quit that! Get your head back in the car," Misty yelped. The open window allowed the outside moisture leak into the limo, and all over Misty. The wetter she got, the more shrill she got. Ash tried to find something to mop up the water with. The chauffeur glanced over his shoulder to see what the pandemonium in the back seat was all about. A horn blared. Instinctively he hit the brakes. The limo hit a puddle that had mingled with oil in the asphalt that had been brought out by the rain. The car skidded across a busy intersection. The rear end of the limo was swiped by a car that managed to escape. The nudge sent them headfirst into an oncoming car. The force from the hit knocked the heavy car back into a lamppost. The post broke and the light crashed through the windshield. For a few seconds after cars stopped flying around like the ball in a pinball machine, it seemed the intersection was dead silent and standing still. People who were capable got out of their cars to survey the damage. Someone called emergency services. The wail of sirens and the flash of the lights from the police, ambulance and fire department cut through the hazy dark night. Violet, Daisy and Lilly fought to the front of the crowd gathered at the site of the grisly accident. A pair of paramedics were trying to rescue the victims in the limo. A red light atop the ambulance rotated in tireless rhythm. The beam from the light oscillated from the trees that lined the street to the inner sanctum of the pile-up. Misty was the first to be pulled from the devastated vehicle. Securely fastened to a flimsy stretcher, with an oxygen mask plastered across her mouth and nose, her face and head a bloody mess. The red light fell upon her and cast a crimson glow over her entire body that made her look as if she had been doused in blood. Her sisters sobbed and clung to each other. The rest of the party was salvaged from the limo, and rushed to the hospital. Slowly, the crowd dispersed. Misty's sisters remained. They watched a city clean-up crew come and mop up the pools of blood and bits of skin, hair, and various other things that were left behind in the massacre. They swept it up, along with splinters of metal and shards of glass from the cars. The milky moon's pale luster illuminated the vapor that still fell. Some tiny slivers of glass were embedded in the smallest crannies in the asphalt, and they, too, shone like secret diamonds in the filmy light. The eerie silence that fell after the accident repeated itself. No breeze stirred branches on the trees that had been unharmed. No cars revved their engines. The night reclaimed its darkness and stillness, untouched by people bustling and hurrying to get here or there. The hush drove them away, which proved for the better. They chased after the ambulance. Cold fear led them. Not sure if their dear little sister was alive, their collective gait quickened. Despite the blanket of darkness all around them, they found their way. "What if she's, like, gone," Lilly whispered in a thin voice.
"We have to like, get to her as quickly as we can," Daisy answered. Her voice, choked by tears, was as subdued as Lilly's. Violet remained reticent, afraid that if she tried to speak, she'd break into sobs.
Despite their horror and desperation, they paused in the hospital parking lot. They knew there was a good chance that Misty and everyone else in that limo was dead. Unsure of what she would face, Violet stood tall and assumed her seniority over her sisters. "Like, come on," she said, her voice cracking. "Misty needs us." They clasped hands and entered the hospital lobby, trying to swallow their terror and sorrow in an effort to find hope.
"My sisters are right there on the sidewalk," she said, pointing. "Can we get them, please?"
"I'm sorry, my dear, but this road is only a one-way street," he explained. "We'd have to turn around at the end of the street to get them. Is that okay?"
She nodded. Brock leaned over her to shout out the window at them. "Hey, ladies," he called.
"Brock! Quit that! Get your head back in the car," Misty yelped. The open window allowed the outside moisture leak into the limo, and all over Misty. The wetter she got, the more shrill she got. Ash tried to find something to mop up the water with. The chauffeur glanced over his shoulder to see what the pandemonium in the back seat was all about. A horn blared. Instinctively he hit the brakes. The limo hit a puddle that had mingled with oil in the asphalt that had been brought out by the rain. The car skidded across a busy intersection. The rear end of the limo was swiped by a car that managed to escape. The nudge sent them headfirst into an oncoming car. The force from the hit knocked the heavy car back into a lamppost. The post broke and the light crashed through the windshield. For a few seconds after cars stopped flying around like the ball in a pinball machine, it seemed the intersection was dead silent and standing still. People who were capable got out of their cars to survey the damage. Someone called emergency services. The wail of sirens and the flash of the lights from the police, ambulance and fire department cut through the hazy dark night. Violet, Daisy and Lilly fought to the front of the crowd gathered at the site of the grisly accident. A pair of paramedics were trying to rescue the victims in the limo. A red light atop the ambulance rotated in tireless rhythm. The beam from the light oscillated from the trees that lined the street to the inner sanctum of the pile-up. Misty was the first to be pulled from the devastated vehicle. Securely fastened to a flimsy stretcher, with an oxygen mask plastered across her mouth and nose, her face and head a bloody mess. The red light fell upon her and cast a crimson glow over her entire body that made her look as if she had been doused in blood. Her sisters sobbed and clung to each other. The rest of the party was salvaged from the limo, and rushed to the hospital. Slowly, the crowd dispersed. Misty's sisters remained. They watched a city clean-up crew come and mop up the pools of blood and bits of skin, hair, and various other things that were left behind in the massacre. They swept it up, along with splinters of metal and shards of glass from the cars. The milky moon's pale luster illuminated the vapor that still fell. Some tiny slivers of glass were embedded in the smallest crannies in the asphalt, and they, too, shone like secret diamonds in the filmy light. The eerie silence that fell after the accident repeated itself. No breeze stirred branches on the trees that had been unharmed. No cars revved their engines. The night reclaimed its darkness and stillness, untouched by people bustling and hurrying to get here or there. The hush drove them away, which proved for the better. They chased after the ambulance. Cold fear led them. Not sure if their dear little sister was alive, their collective gait quickened. Despite the blanket of darkness all around them, they found their way. "What if she's, like, gone," Lilly whispered in a thin voice.
"We have to like, get to her as quickly as we can," Daisy answered. Her voice, choked by tears, was as subdued as Lilly's. Violet remained reticent, afraid that if she tried to speak, she'd break into sobs.
Despite their horror and desperation, they paused in the hospital parking lot. They knew there was a good chance that Misty and everyone else in that limo was dead. Unsure of what she would face, Violet stood tall and assumed her seniority over her sisters. "Like, come on," she said, her voice cracking. "Misty needs us." They clasped hands and entered the hospital lobby, trying to swallow their terror and sorrow in an effort to find hope.