My Immortal by Evanescence
"Angel had screamed, after Eric moved the car. That's why the glass that shattered was found outside the bus, instead of inside. Now, as for surviving that crash, I believe her screaming gave her a type of protective bubble so that she didn't hit anything as the bus flipped." The Professor explained this to the group around him but looked toward Requel. "You must have banged your head when you stopped screaming. That's the only way I can explain you memory loss."
"You mean Logan was right?" Scott asked. Requel would have normally rubbed Scott's face in the fact but it was her life they were talking about and the fact that the Professor had found something she had been trying to hide since she woke up.
"I didn't take a close look but it was surprisingly easy to find the memory." The Professor faced Scott. "Requel needs our protection. Eric had tried to kill her in the crash. I still don't know how you survived, though. There seemed to have been an agent of Eric's that checked on you." He shook his head, catching sight of the bag around her arm. "You should take a look in your bag. Maybe you'll see where you were headed or why Eric wanted to stop you."
As Requel went back to where she was sleeping, Kurt asked the Professor, "How did you know we have to go to the city?"
"There were two people in the car that would have crashed into the bus. I'm assuming Eric figured I would read one of their minds. He told me where they were going."
"How do you know it's not a trap?" Scott asked, quickly jumping to the worst.
"The city is a big place. I'm pretty sure he hasn't the facilities to do anything big yet," the professor replied.
The group continued to talk as Requel creeped further away. She was almost afraid to find out what was in the backpack. She zipped it open finding her clothes. She pulled them out to see what else she had: a wallet, a leather bag and a journal.
Logan sat down next to Requel while she gave him a curious look, looked at the group away from them and then back at him. "I don't do the planning thing," he answered. She just smirked. She opened the wallet and flipped through the many bills. Logan cocked an eyebrow. "What the hell were you running from?" he asked. The rest of the wallet had nothing. No cards, no identification. Then, there was a small leather bag of marbles. There weren't even enough to use in a game. Nothing would have given much hope except for the diary. It looked like she had kept a log of every day, sometimes writing twice a day. She saw this by the time she put in front of each entry. Requel flipped through the pages, trying to find something. It didn't give her much for memories.
It had started since she started traveling. She flipped to the last page. It seemed to explain more than the other pages. She jabbed Logan with her elbow; he was respecting her privacy and trying to get some shut eye. She handed the journal to him for him to read. She looked over his shoulder, reading it again just in case she missed anything the first time.
2/21 04:25:11pm
No signs so far. No tracks were left and I'm still far away. No clues, no numbers, no symbols. I'm still heading toward the previously agreed destination. I can only hope I'm not too late.
I wish I could write the destination here. I do not trust this place or any of the people. No information is placed here. It is only a log. Anyone who reads this will probably think I'm in the US CIA.
I thought I had acclimated myself well so that no one would look at me with suspicious. However, I got on a bus and an elderly man kept his eyes pinned on me. Though, he was doing much the same to everyone else. White/gray hair, square face, grey eyes, brown hat with black belt, brown cloak, grey pants, still presence.
The entry abruptly stopped there. Logan was flipping pages thinking there was more. He gave it back to Requel, trying to figure a way to find out where she was headed, at least.
The bus! Logan told her to stay and he headed to the bus. She didn't stay. He reached the head of the bus, reading the destination point of its top. He gave a slight chuckle. "New York City," he told her.
"Angel had screamed, after Eric moved the car. That's why the glass that shattered was found outside the bus, instead of inside. Now, as for surviving that crash, I believe her screaming gave her a type of protective bubble so that she didn't hit anything as the bus flipped." The Professor explained this to the group around him but looked toward Requel. "You must have banged your head when you stopped screaming. That's the only way I can explain you memory loss."
"You mean Logan was right?" Scott asked. Requel would have normally rubbed Scott's face in the fact but it was her life they were talking about and the fact that the Professor had found something she had been trying to hide since she woke up.
"I didn't take a close look but it was surprisingly easy to find the memory." The Professor faced Scott. "Requel needs our protection. Eric had tried to kill her in the crash. I still don't know how you survived, though. There seemed to have been an agent of Eric's that checked on you." He shook his head, catching sight of the bag around her arm. "You should take a look in your bag. Maybe you'll see where you were headed or why Eric wanted to stop you."
As Requel went back to where she was sleeping, Kurt asked the Professor, "How did you know we have to go to the city?"
"There were two people in the car that would have crashed into the bus. I'm assuming Eric figured I would read one of their minds. He told me where they were going."
"How do you know it's not a trap?" Scott asked, quickly jumping to the worst.
"The city is a big place. I'm pretty sure he hasn't the facilities to do anything big yet," the professor replied.
The group continued to talk as Requel creeped further away. She was almost afraid to find out what was in the backpack. She zipped it open finding her clothes. She pulled them out to see what else she had: a wallet, a leather bag and a journal.
Logan sat down next to Requel while she gave him a curious look, looked at the group away from them and then back at him. "I don't do the planning thing," he answered. She just smirked. She opened the wallet and flipped through the many bills. Logan cocked an eyebrow. "What the hell were you running from?" he asked. The rest of the wallet had nothing. No cards, no identification. Then, there was a small leather bag of marbles. There weren't even enough to use in a game. Nothing would have given much hope except for the diary. It looked like she had kept a log of every day, sometimes writing twice a day. She saw this by the time she put in front of each entry. Requel flipped through the pages, trying to find something. It didn't give her much for memories.
It had started since she started traveling. She flipped to the last page. It seemed to explain more than the other pages. She jabbed Logan with her elbow; he was respecting her privacy and trying to get some shut eye. She handed the journal to him for him to read. She looked over his shoulder, reading it again just in case she missed anything the first time.
2/21 04:25:11pm
No signs so far. No tracks were left and I'm still far away. No clues, no numbers, no symbols. I'm still heading toward the previously agreed destination. I can only hope I'm not too late.
I wish I could write the destination here. I do not trust this place or any of the people. No information is placed here. It is only a log. Anyone who reads this will probably think I'm in the US CIA.
I thought I had acclimated myself well so that no one would look at me with suspicious. However, I got on a bus and an elderly man kept his eyes pinned on me. Though, he was doing much the same to everyone else. White/gray hair, square face, grey eyes, brown hat with black belt, brown cloak, grey pants, still presence.
The entry abruptly stopped there. Logan was flipping pages thinking there was more. He gave it back to Requel, trying to figure a way to find out where she was headed, at least.
The bus! Logan told her to stay and he headed to the bus. She didn't stay. He reached the head of the bus, reading the destination point of its top. He gave a slight chuckle. "New York City," he told her.