My Story Went Along Fine Until... Edward Cullen Came In?!

He stood towards the side of the subway and stared out over the tunnel. Seconds passed. Then minutes. Then hours. Though time went by excrutiatingly slowly, he never relaxed his rigid stance. His breathing was even, and he would flick out his tongue every few moments, as if he were tasting the air.

Suddenly, his posture stiffened.

A breeze that shouldn’t have been there whispered past his ear. The left side. He spun around with speed that would shame a cheetah and snapped his arm outwards, groping at something that wasn’t there – or so it seemed. His fingers enclosed around an invisible object and in a split second, a strip of pale skin flickered into existence from within his fingers. Following the sudden appearance of a slender neck, a slim body with luscious curves outlined itself in the previously empty space and soon formed a young woman.

She was coughing and spitting and writhing in the man’s vice-like grip. He tightened his fingers and she wheezed pathetically. She was wearing a sky-blue sundress, which was odd because it was winter here in New York. Her feet were bare and her black hair cascaded down her back in untamed curls. Curls that were slightly wet.

As soon as she had formed, the smell of the sea wafted into the air around them and if anyone were to look closely, they would see light dustings of sand smoothed over her feet and hands. But for some odd reason, the subway was silent and empty, and no one was around to hear the dying chokes of the beautiful girl, let alone see that her fingers were wet with salty seawater. The man stared blankly into the slowly dimming eyes of the nameless girl and silently watched as her bright blue eyes flashed once with a strange black light, and went out completely, like a lightbulb would when it dies.

He gazed at the limp body held almost weightlessly in his hands and loosened his fingers. The corpse landed on the tracks with a sickening thud. Bones snapped as her right arm twisted under the body in an unnatural way. He looked appraisingly at the grotesque sight with an air akin to boredom.

He opened his mouth.

“Good-bye, Haley.”

And then he turned his back on the corpse and walked away.

[Here, my older sister had a sudden burst of inspiration. She wrote the rest.]

As he turned, the corpse on the ground seemed to exhale.  With a face pasty like fresh dough, the broken-boned lady coughed gently.  Suddenly she said, "I want ice cream.”

He turned at the sound and gazed with horrified circles at the corpse he thought he had exterminated.

"Ice cream?" His ears perked as he went through the possibilities. What kind of ice cream could she possibly want?

The evil man concluded that it was a magic spell that she was saying.

He shook his hairy pinky fingers in an evil way and strode slowly in her direction. 

He needed to get the job done right.  It was possible that she might call up magic to serve as her escape-- but he wasn't going to think about that. His deep voice grumbled like ancient train tracks at noon. His approaching shadow closed on her fragile body like a maggots overcoming a meal.

"Please," Haley croaked, but it was so weak he could hardly hear it as he approached.

"I just want some ice cream." She squeezed the words from plushy red lips. "My last wish..."

"Ferrero Rocher Strawberry Cheescake topped with sweet mochi in a hand-baked waffle cone," she muttered.

He was so attracted by the idea of the ice cream that she wanted that he suddenly felt a desire to kiss her; but no-- for he was a lion, and she, an evil wolf wearing a lamb's disguise.

Suddenly Edward Cullen jumped out of the trees: "Bella?" he cried. He turned on the guy in the coat. "You!" He snarled.

"Bella?" He began to repeat the word in response, but before he had a chance to finish, Edward tackled him to the ground, leaving Haley crying in agony.  Her body ached in excruciating pain and she could think only of her Ferror Rocher Strawberry Cheesecaek ice cream topped with sweet mochi in a hand-baked waffle cone... It was something her Grandmother used to make for her, when she was very young.

Sushi fell from the sky-- salmon nigiri, tuna nigiri, and seaweed salad. It buried the three crazy people in a divine fury of rice...

TO BE CONTINUED.

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SO! I tried to imitate the writing style of a writer I admired - which, might I say, failed completely. It turned out nothing like it. Eh.

Hey, but at least my sister's insane gibberish saved the day! :D