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A/N: This story is the aftermath of Devil's Trap, basically how I want to see the crash play out. I hope you enjoy...please let me know what you think as well. More reviews, the quicker I write ;)
The Flickering
The flickering lights of the ambulances and fire trucks flashed in all of the rescuers' eyes. The wreckage was bad, an automobile versus a semi never ended well sometimes, no matter the heroic efforts made. The accident was starting to look like one of those accidents. The truck driver was easy to get out, he had already been loaded and shipped off to the hospital which was thankfully only ten minutes away from the wreck.
The driver of the vehicle was also very easy to get out of the car other than having a fire fighter help to loosen his hands from the steering wheel, prying his hands giving off the feeling to every rescuer there that even though he was still unconscious, it seemed like he didn't want to leave the others in the car. The passenger in the backseat was a whole different story. When help first arrived, he wasn't breathing but his heart was just pounding away. After moments, the young gentleman was finally stable only to have his heart stop two times before loading him into the second ambulance to cart him off to the hospital. The passenger in the front seat was also a tricky situation. After the semi was pulled away from the Chevy, fire fighters removed the door finally releasing the last passenger from the wreck.
Even though the victims were either at the hospital or in route, questions were whispered among the rescuers. One of the passengers had a bullet wound in his leg while another had vicious marks on his chest, marks that rescuers had never seen before on victims of an accident of this magnitude. As people began to clean up the site, no one noticed a man who did not belong at the wreckage. One rescuer later on would remember seeing the man with a green trucker hat but think nothing of it. No one saw him make a phone call to a 'Maren' or leave after noticing some odd symbols on the trunk of the car with a smile on his face that broke through the looks of worry as he jumped back into his tow truck and drove towards the hospital. But even he did not know the magnitude of the situation that all of the victims were in.
One was technically already pronounced dead and wanted for murders.
One was wanted by a demon.
One was as wounded as the first but twice as old.
And the last was possessed by a demon that would cause just as much trouble now as he did before.
And that was only the beginning.