Suddenly my attention came back to the road as I had a sudden jerk in my stomach. I looked ahead and veered off the side of the road, barely missing the vehicle parked sideways in the middle of the road, blocking it off. My bike skidded out from under me and flew forward, wheels still spinning, I had only been going about 125 mph. My trench coat was ripped up from under me, exposing me to the elements. My tank top was ripped and shredded from my body causing my torso to be ripped open from glass laying on the road from the vehicles broken windows.
I heard the bikes pull up and screech to a halt before they reached where I was, followed by the car. I saw shadows dancing in my peripheral vision, tormenting me, threatening to enclose me in darkness. I watched faces blur in front of my face, accompanied by voices of concerned individuals. I screamed out in agonizing pain forcing the darkness from my eyes, I heard the scream tear thru the still air. Faces contorted in front of my eyes, the people I cared for became Dracs and Exterminators. I one I loved slowly took on the form of Korse once again.
I screamed out in anger and pain, I couldn’t take this. They appeared to tear my body apart, slowly killing me with their torture. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing bloody tears out of my eyes and run down my cheeks.
I flailed around pushing everyone away, “Stop! Don’t touch me! You’re killing me!” I saw blurs of faces backing away from me. This was killing them as much as it was me.
Suddenly my entire body went numb but I knew something was wrong by the faces of my friends. Next thing I knew I was standing no, not quite standing, more like hovering. I was hovering about 3 inches off the ground. But it wasn’t just that I was hovering, I don’t think that was the cause of their horror, I was of fire. I was literally engulfed in flames, the part that surprised me was that it didn’t hurt. I knew that fire didn’t hurt me as much as the normal person but this almost felt good.
I looked at the 10 horrifically shocked faces staring at me, they were my friends again, the ones I would give my life for. The flames engulfing me turned a deep purple blue color and suddenly I was falling, falling thru the ground, thru heaven and hell, I just kept falling. I stared in horrified shock at the images flying past me. Flames and flowers, love and hate, life and death. My entire life unfolded in front of me as I fell thru all my memories. Suddenly everything made sense and I knew the meaning of everything. I knew my purpose, now all I needed to do was stop falling and pull back to life.
I jerked to a halt in the middle of falling, my gut stood stiff but my limbs flew forward in a jerking motion only to be stopped by my unmoving torso.
The image in front of me, a grand thunderstorm with lightning rippling thru the dark sky, stood frozen in time. The storm began to fade; almost disappointing me, I loved thunderstorms; and I found myself back in the street lying in the middle of the road with my bike wheels still spinning from the crash. I looked towards the way I had come from and saw my friends rounding the corner, coming closer. I immediately tried getting up so they wouldn’t have to worry but found it nearly impossible.
By the time I had finally gotten myself up from my crash they had stopped in front of the vehicle and ran to aid me. I shushed them away when they tried to clean my wounds, I was having none of it, I had no need for such health. I simply shrugged my trench coat into place and picked up my bike, the body paint was scratched up and there was some slight body damage but nothing I couldn’t fix.
I resisted the urge to scream out in anguished agony and simply complained about the stupidity of whomever had their car parked like this. It just wasn’t logical in any situation to have a car parked like this, windows smashed or not it made no sense for the car to have been like this, even is it was accidental.
We decided to leave the vehicle be for now, I figured they would rather get back to base for my sake than figure out the reasoning for the car being here.
I hopped on my bike and sped off down the street, leaving a plume of dust in my wake. I heard the others following behind me, I could only wonder what they thought was happening with me.
We finally arrived back at base and I locked myself in my room. I heard the conversation coming from the kitchen, they were discussing me. I blocked them out, I didn’t want to hear it, it was hard enough living it.
I stripped myself down and cleaned my wounds, bandaging my entire chest and shoulders up with tape. I slipped on a fresh blood red tank top and black skinny jeans, transferring my weapons from my old clothes to my fresh outfit. Including my black bullet belt, various holsters for guns and knives and the other weapons I possessed, along with my dying heart necklace and my black combat boots over my jeans.
I looked over myself in my full body mirror on the wall as I was slipping my trench coat back on. I looked miserable, I haven’t slept good sleep in weeks and who can remember the last time I actually had a decent meal. On top of all the usual stuff I was torn to shreds from crashing, twice now; not to mention the fact that I was more or less dying.
I unlocked my door and threw it open, I heard the kitchen go silent when they heard my door open. I began walking outside, not bothering to look at my crew when I walked past. When I got outside I just simply hopped on my bike and zoomed off, having no real destination right then. I didn’t know how everyone else would react to this and I really didn’t care. I had a feeling that someone would grab a bike and come after me but I couldn’t be sure. It’s not like they knew what I was doing, I was ready for whatever I had coming whereas none of them did.
And there's part 25! Hope you all enjoyed! Comments? Conclusions? Thoughts? Does anyone know what could possibly be wrong with me? What happened to me? Did that help anyone in sparking my "illness"? What's going to happen next? How many of you want to kill me for leaving you at a cliffhanger again and with the "illness" wondering around your heads? How many or you are going to wonder about this until I post the next part? MWHAHAHA! Sweet dreams my pretty's! >;) Leave me comments!
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