Phoenix: Hey, I think I did pretty good with this chapter, even though I was staring at the computer for an hour thinking of what to write. Here goes:

Chapter 3: The Accident

"No…" Kari moaned as she tossed and turned in her bed. "Stop, please…Let me go!"

Kari's dream was turning into a nightmare.

Her hands were bleeding and callous as they gripped onto the bars of the cage. Her hair was masking the sadness of her watery blue eyes. Her assaulters left her in the shadows, while they were drunk around the campfire in the distance. She was in the middle of a desert under a full moon.

Skin and blood were torn from her body, but hope and sanity were torn from her heart.

She lay against the back of the cage, closing her eyes. The sound of a galloping horse far away must be her imagination. A voice that seemed so close and comforting must be her hallucination. But once a boy with brown hair and blue eyes rode to her cell to free her, she knew it must be reality. He broke down the bars with a mighty blow and looked into the cell. She leaned forward as he reached out his hand. He wiped away her tears and brought her into a loving embrace.

"Kisara," he whispered softly into her ear.

Startled, Kari woke up and sat up in her bed. She looked around her apartment until her eyes drifted to the window. There was a full moon out, just as in her dream. She heaved a heavy sigh. That boy spoke her real name: Kisara. Although she liked her full name, she was used to people calling her Kari. Her dream seemed meaningful to her, but she was in no mood to think about it now. She was tired, and sweat was dripping down her face, so she pulled her long white hair back and lied back down. Then she slowly fell to sleep.

The next day Kari woke up properly yet with shadows under her eyes. She dressed up normally, looking more of herself then the reporter side of her. She grabbed her purse with the notepad of the interviews from the day before in it and set off to Record Times, Inc.

"Hey, what are you doing here so early?" James asked as he spun around in his wheeled chair. "You usually don't come for another hour."

"James! Don't you remember? We're going to go to Kaiba Corp today at 10 a.m.!" she responded with a face-palm.

"We're leaving at ten? I thought you said two!" he said as he jumped out of his seat and ran to the camera storage room. We were leaving in a half hour and James wasn't even ready! Kari wanted to start the day as soon as possible anyway. She wanted to get her mind off of her dream that seemed so painful when she was trapped yet so happy when she was rescued by the boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

"Okay, ready!" James announced and carried his equipment to the car outside. He tripped on his way out and took a while to retrieve his scattered gear. It was just wasting more time to Kari, as she wanted something to distract her from last night. James finally gathered up his things and commenced carrying it to the car. But being the annoying klutz he is, he tripped over a rock and fell again. Kari just watched in pure amazement of how someone can be really not collaborated. For the second time, and hopefully the last time, James collected everything and tried to get to the car quickly. Kari's feet followed him while her mind lingered in the clouds.

Apparently Kaiba Corp was pretty far from Record Times. Kari was sitting in the front next to James, who was driving. He was pretty focused on the street and intent on where he was going. Absently, Kari turned to talk to him.

"James, do you think that dreams have special meanings?"

Surprised, James said, "Why do you ask? Did you have a dream that's bothering you?" When Kari didn't respond, he continued, "I think it depends. Maybe not every single dream we have, but the ones we remember and believe are significant."

And this is the same person who just tripped twice in a row five minutes ago? Kari thought to herself quietly.

"So you would feel it when a dream is important?" She queried.

"Probably. After all, there has to be a good reason for you having that dream, right?"

"I suppose so. But what if you don't know that reason?"

He turned towards Kari and smiled. "Then I guess figuring it out is a part of our destiny."

Just as he finished the sentence, he looked to the road again and shouted, "Holy sh-" and made a sharp turn. A sharp turn too late.

Their car slid into a truck to the right. One of them must have hit the unlock button, because all of a sudden Kari's door flew open and she tumbled out onto the street ad right under the truck that was hit. It was rocking from side to side, going farther and farther each time, like a pendulum. Kari couldn't move, because she was frozen with fear. The truck bent down closer and closer to the ground, until it was going to fall right on her. Tears were running down her eyes as she willed herself to move. It looked like the end.

The truck was bending towards Kari, coming slowly as if to torture her. It was a few feet away when she closed her eyes and waited to be crushed. Then she felt hands picking her up and dodging most of the truck. It then fell over on her leg right before she pulled it out. The person who had saved her carried her to the sidewalk and set her down. Her eyes were still closed shut with tears and she was too scared to open them. Her leg that was struck was aching terribly, and Kari knew it had to be bleeding just as bad as it felt.

"Are you okay?" Came a deep, familiar voice. Kari was taken aback by this voice. More curious than scared, she slowly opened her eyes to see who had rescued her. No, it couldn't be. It was the boy with brown hair and blue eyes.

Phoenix: Okay, so I really don't like cliffhangers. They annoy me such much since I want to know what's going to happen next in a story. Sorry, but I couldn't pass up on such a good way to end the chapter!