DISCLAIMER: I do not own them, damn it! Except for Sheila, she is mine!

CHAPTER 2:

The Flying Horsemen

"Maybe it was Reid. Tyler did say that he got in late last night." Pogue said into his cell phone, trying to reassure his best friend.

"But why Reid? He knows better than that..." Caleb threw the newspaper onto his passenger seat, the face of the dead kid staring back at him with a smile. "Where you at anyway?"

"I'm in town." Pogue ran a hand through his chestnut hair. "Had to check on my bike, remember?"

Caleb smiled. "That's right, I forgot, man. Big competition this weekend."

Pogue picked up a hint of sadness in Caleb's voice and furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "You okay?" He heard Caleb sigh on the other end and knew he was debating his answer. The silence stretched beyond seconds and finally Pogue let slip the thought that was going through his mind. "You had that dream again, didn't you?" He heard Caleb sigh again and took that as a 'yes'. "Caleb, you shouldn't stress over it. You know it's not real."

"But it feels real, Pogue." Caleb ran a hand through his fluffy, dark brown hair. "It feels so real. The touches, the noises, her scent... And then the end, the end is always the same. The lovemaking varies in style, but that damn ending... where I look older and feel as if my Soul is being sucked out of my body..."

Pogue chuckled. "Are you sure it's your Soul getting sucked?"

Caleb felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That's not funny."

"I'm just joking, man. Cay, it's nothing, I'm sure."

"Yeah, you're probably right." He groaned, his body aching from lack of sleep. "Listen, I'm gonna let you go. I have to drop something off at Gor- Oh my God!" Caleb dropped the cell phone and gripped the steering wheel, hard, with both his hands, his right foot slamming on the brake pedal with such force that he lurched forward, his chin smacking the top of the steering wheel.

Blood flowed freely from his now busted lip and he swung the wheel hard to its left, trying the avoid the figure in the middle of the road. He breathed a sigh of relief as he narrowly missed it, watching it fade smaller and smaller in his rearview mirror. He saw it move. 'At lease it was still alive...' He thought as he watched the figure stand, clutching her arm to her body. He turned his eyes back onto the road and his heart nearly stopped, his teeth gritting as he fought for control of the vehicle, the massive, honking 18-wheeler looming closer and closer towards him.

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Sheila screamed and threw her arms protectively over her face, her body curling into a fetal position. Tires screeched past her as she felt the whoosh of the displacement of air near her head, the vehicle narrowly swerving around her body. The force was immense and she felt the ground beneath her shudder. Her arm fell from her face in the aftermath and she let out a cry of shock as a back tire bounced over it, fracturing the bone beneath.

The pain was immense and everything flared white hot for a moment. Sheila slipped in and out of consciousness, her breathing shallow, as she tried to push the broken appendage to the back of her mind. The woods and road around her spun and she vaguely remembered getting up, sitting back on her haunches as she stared in the direction of the vehicle that nearly killed her.

It was blurry, but she could tell that it was still jerking back and forth, trying to gain control. The brakes were squealing she knew as she watched the skid marks appear, dark and heavy, on the road, but the sound was muffled, like somebody stuffed cotton in her ears. She shook her head, her raven hair falling into her eyes. 'Focus, Sheila, focus...'

She drew in a deep, ragged breath, her eyes blinking rapidly, and her surroundings slowly stopped spinning and became clear. The blue vehicle was some 15 feet away, its tires fighting hard against the speed, the smell of burning rubber tickling her nose. She coughed, covering her mouth with her unbroken arm, the other one she cradled close to her abdomen.

Sheila carefully got to her feet, her scraped, gravel-encrusted knees throwing off her balance. She continued to watch the vehicle weave a frightening pattern across the road and she prayed to God the driver gained control.

That's when she saw it. The 18-wheeler crashing down on the car. With no intention of stopping, the truck driver honked his horn and Sheila heard the truck's gears lock up as he slammed on his brakes. She watched the scene silently, her mouth open in fear and anticipation. 'Oh no! This is all my fault!'

She cried out in indignation as the car hit the 18-wheeler head on, the crunching and bending of metal ringing in her ears. The blast came as a shock and as she flew through the air, she started to pray again, and yes, her life did flash before her eyes.Her father's smile was the image that stuck and it was her final thought as she crashed into the thick mid-section of a tall pine. She recalled hearing the wood splinter and crack (or was that her ribs, she couldn't remember) as she crumpled to the forest floor.

She groaned, then proceeded to pass out.

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Caleb's eyes flashed quickly to black as the Power encompassed him. He hit the 18-wheeler full force, feeling the heat of both engines as his blue Mustang flew into pieces around him.

He let out a whoosh of air as the car came together again and landed hard on the pavement, his body rocking against the seatbelt. The car finally came to a stop, the Mustang's engine rumbling idly as Caleb sat, his breathing hard and unsteady.

"Caleb! Caleb! Are you there? What's going on? Caleb!" The voice was muffled and Caleb looked under his seat for his cell phone. He raised it slowly to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"What the fuck just happened? Are you okay?" Pogue screamed into the phone. Caleb held it an inch away from his ear, wincing.

His voice was hoarse. "I'm fine." He said, closing his eyes. "I'm going to be fine..."

"Tell me what happened...!"

Caleb swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry. "There was someone, a girl, in the road... I had to swerve to miss her..." He was scared, shaking, and he fought back the tears. "18-wheeler..." He croaked out. "Look, just give me a minute to calm down and I'll see you at my house in about an hour, okay?"

Pogue hesitated, but could find no words to comfort him. "Okay." He sighed. "And Caleb?" Caleb lifted his eyebrows, as if Pogue were standing in front of him talking, and not miles away on a phone. "Be careful, please..."

Caleb hung up.

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Black. That's all she saw. She was engulfed by it. Drowning in it.

Red. Someone turned on a light. Her fingers twitched. She could hear voices.

"...father died... no Will... nothing for her..."

"... adopt her..."

"... going to do..."

"...not much we can... wait... wakes up..."

The voices were fading away. "Come back!" Her mind screamed. "Please don't leave me!" Someone turned off the light and she was surrounded by black again.

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