Hello by Evanescence
The bus lay on its side at the bottom of a valley, quiet. Smoke still rose from the engine but any spark was quickly extinguished by the wet snow on the ground. The metal was bent and torn from flipping down violently down the mountain side. The top wrapped around the tree trunk. Though now, all was quiet and nothing stirred. The earth showed evidence to the crash as well, by the rents made in the ground and the strong tree bent in half in an effort to keep the bus from continuing its descent.
Only a couple of yards away, he was looking around but it was his nose that told him something wasn't right. The recognizable scent of burnt metal stung his senses and his memories. But he didn't see anything, and the scent was already starting to fade away, into the clouds that still held the threat of more snow.
He had wandered, wanting to escape the mansion, wanting to escape all that was bothering him. Everyone was especially annoying today. The most annoying were the ones wanting a 'team player,' someone who would take orders and save people. They wanted someone else, since he wasn't going to fit the description anytime soon. He wasn't like them and didn't even know why he was still with them, still a part of the 'team.' He wasn't even sure if he picked the right 'team' or if he had just fallen into it, a mistake whose consequences never seemed to end. So, he dressed warmly, with a bulky leather jacket, leaving for some fresh air.
He was at the bottom of the valley and up the steep hill, a street could be seen. It was classic curve of a road that wrapped around a mountain making it deadly for drivers, especially in the icy weather that had come last night.
So, it wasn't much of a surprise to see a bus, on its side, at the bottom of the valley. It was probably mortifying to anyone without the stomach but his own eyes had seen far worse. The police had obviously not yet come and probably wouldn't for a while; it was a desolate place with little traffic on the road above.
As he crunched along the glass that sprayed across the snow, he didn't expect much; the people he did see had taken their last breath hours ago and anything inside the bus was probably pinned or crushed. He turned to leave but heard a rustle and then a bang, as if someone was trying to get out of the metal cage.
He climbed onto the side of the bus and peered inside, thinking curiosity was getting the best of him. All the glass had been shattered from the windows. He caught the movement again and another soft bang. It seemed to come from the front of the bus, where a limp figure of a woman lay.
He cocked his head to get a better view of her. Time seemed still around her, pure. A thin layer of snow from last night covered her, continuing the illusion that she was trapped in a page of time. The blue tinge to her lips showed she was left in the cold for far too long and didn't give him much hope for her. He found movement in the rising of her chest underneath a grey sweatshirt, but nothing else would give proof of life. Underneath the thick brown hair that splayed across her still face, he could catch a flicker of eyelashes.
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All she would remember would be a scraping sound like metal against metal and the figure of a man kneeling next to her. Gently pulling her hair back from her face, he rest his palm on her cold cheek. He supported her back as he forced her to sit up but her body had no energy left. He put a hand to her head and then pulled one of his hands back, revealing red blood on them. Was that her blood? She was in too much of a fog to figure it out, or even care. She felt lost and if she wasn't yet, she soon would be. Nothing mattered anymore and nothing ever would.
As she let the world fade around her, she could see him put a warm jacket around her. She let the world she saw go to black, but he was still there. She felt strong arms wrap underneath her limp body and pick her up.
The bus lay on its side at the bottom of a valley, quiet. Smoke still rose from the engine but any spark was quickly extinguished by the wet snow on the ground. The metal was bent and torn from flipping down violently down the mountain side. The top wrapped around the tree trunk. Though now, all was quiet and nothing stirred. The earth showed evidence to the crash as well, by the rents made in the ground and the strong tree bent in half in an effort to keep the bus from continuing its descent.
Only a couple of yards away, he was looking around but it was his nose that told him something wasn't right. The recognizable scent of burnt metal stung his senses and his memories. But he didn't see anything, and the scent was already starting to fade away, into the clouds that still held the threat of more snow.
He had wandered, wanting to escape the mansion, wanting to escape all that was bothering him. Everyone was especially annoying today. The most annoying were the ones wanting a 'team player,' someone who would take orders and save people. They wanted someone else, since he wasn't going to fit the description anytime soon. He wasn't like them and didn't even know why he was still with them, still a part of the 'team.' He wasn't even sure if he picked the right 'team' or if he had just fallen into it, a mistake whose consequences never seemed to end. So, he dressed warmly, with a bulky leather jacket, leaving for some fresh air.
He was at the bottom of the valley and up the steep hill, a street could be seen. It was classic curve of a road that wrapped around a mountain making it deadly for drivers, especially in the icy weather that had come last night.
So, it wasn't much of a surprise to see a bus, on its side, at the bottom of the valley. It was probably mortifying to anyone without the stomach but his own eyes had seen far worse. The police had obviously not yet come and probably wouldn't for a while; it was a desolate place with little traffic on the road above.
As he crunched along the glass that sprayed across the snow, he didn't expect much; the people he did see had taken their last breath hours ago and anything inside the bus was probably pinned or crushed. He turned to leave but heard a rustle and then a bang, as if someone was trying to get out of the metal cage.
He climbed onto the side of the bus and peered inside, thinking curiosity was getting the best of him. All the glass had been shattered from the windows. He caught the movement again and another soft bang. It seemed to come from the front of the bus, where a limp figure of a woman lay.
He cocked his head to get a better view of her. Time seemed still around her, pure. A thin layer of snow from last night covered her, continuing the illusion that she was trapped in a page of time. The blue tinge to her lips showed she was left in the cold for far too long and didn't give him much hope for her. He found movement in the rising of her chest underneath a grey sweatshirt, but nothing else would give proof of life. Underneath the thick brown hair that splayed across her still face, he could catch a flicker of eyelashes.
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All she would remember would be a scraping sound like metal against metal and the figure of a man kneeling next to her. Gently pulling her hair back from her face, he rest his palm on her cold cheek. He supported her back as he forced her to sit up but her body had no energy left. He put a hand to her head and then pulled one of his hands back, revealing red blood on them. Was that her blood? She was in too much of a fog to figure it out, or even care. She felt lost and if she wasn't yet, she soon would be. Nothing mattered anymore and nothing ever would.
As she let the world fade around her, she could see him put a warm jacket around her. She let the world she saw go to black, but he was still there. She felt strong arms wrap underneath her limp body and pick her up.