Midnight Run
Look Both Ways
Ch 1
Morning light trickled threw the bedroom window casting a glare upon the oak floor. A few boxes lay scattered around the ground. The recently re-assembled work desk, which was adjacent to the bottom of the bed, hosted a clock that read 5:59 across its plastic face. A figure lay on the bed, only a light blanket and pj's shielded her from the frigid morning air that now filled the room.
6:00 AM
BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! The alarm clock blared. The figure tossed and turned, then with a grumble, threw the blanket to the side. Cold air hit her like a wave.
"EPP!" the brunet quickly tried to pull the cover back on. Wiggling her way under the blanket, alarm still screaming. Slowly she snaked her way over to the alarm, finally silencing it with a quick smack.
Maka wrapped the cover around her and sighed, looking over at the window.
It was open.
"I'm such an idiot." She face palmed before starting to inch off of the Queen size bed. Padding across the wood floor over to the window she stood at its frame, and despite the protest of goose bumps as they rose on her arms she opened it more. She let the sweet scent of forest fill her nose, and flood into her mouth. Crisp, clean, earthy; it calmed her nerves, and quieted her mind. "Ok her we go again. Another day in the middle of no-where." She sighed while stepping away to get ready for school.
Maka recently moved to this Alaskan town called Wolves-Creek a week before high school started. Not the smartest thing to do when you're a junior to be. But being around her father was just too much. Him and his pig like behavior. Chatting up other women was one thing, but to bring strange women over the house on the anniversary of her mother's death was another. Maka was fed up. In the end, she ended up here, hundreds of miles away from her perverted father…. And anyone she was friends with.
Moving over to the dresser she picked out jeans, white shirt and a beige hoodey. Putting on her clothes as she began to twist and weave her way through the array of boxes scattered across the floor in a messy kind of organization. Reaching the door she grabbed her backpack, taking one last look at her room before leaving. Walking down the hall, past a bathroom and two other bedrooms, she took the spiral stairs to the den that connected to the kitchen. Picking up a bagel quickly as she moved to the to the entrance hall and out the front door.
The outside was almost like stepping into another world. There was only a dirt driveway connecting her house to the main road. The forest gave it a more rustic feel than most of the other residence houses. Sure she had privacy, but it also made her feel a little bit more like an outcast.
Protectively she covered her olive green eyes from the sun's rays while trying to get to her jeep. Maka threw her backpack in the back. With a sigh she pulled herself into the vehicle. The car rumbled, as it came to life. Driving down the dirt road she looked at the greenery all around her that seemed to make a natural barrier. After a minute, she turned around the bends which hid her house from curious passersby, hitting the road she exonerated.
Maka turned the music to blast. No one was around so what did she have to worry about besides; this route was almost perfectly strait so she didn't exactly have to concentrate anyway.
Pressing the gas down, she smiled as the engine roared. Speeding down the asphalt in a yellow blur, she looked down at the dash grin widening as she clocking in at 100mph. She laughed as her adrenaline started pumping only curve in the road coming up fast, she sang along to the music. Maka was having the most fun she's had in a week.
Then she hit him.
He came out of nowhere, a blur of black, white and red smashed against the hood of her jeep. Blood splattered across the windshield partially blinding her. Maka kicked down on the brake as hard as she could, making the car screeched to a halt, smoke rising from her skid marks.
Maka's eyes were huge, as she tried to control her breathing.
No…no….NO! This can't be happening! Her voice screamed in her head causing her eyes to water.
Mind racing she abruptly opened the door. Maka stumbled out onto the road; walking around the back of the car. A lump formed in her throat as she looked at the body that lay motionless on the road. Plodding over, to look at the torn figure, she couldn't breathe.
His hair was white; he wore a, now torn, black jacket and dark blue jeans. Legs broken, arm shattered, blood covered his white under shirt. She broke down. Falling to her knees a sob erupted from her mouth.
"I'm so sorry." her voice was barely a whisper.