Rain pelted the highway, creating a soothing, gentle white noise. Cars sped down the highway, on their way home to their families, running over pellets of hail and scattering them all over the road.
Suddenly something unearthly happened.
Five streaks of lightning slid down the sky; one red, one green, one purple, one orange, and one blue, in that order. They sloped toward each other, met, and combined with a blinding flash of light, morphing into a thick, powerful, crackling white bolt. It streaked down the sky and struck the highway with a deafeningly loud CRAAACK that made the ground shake with an earthquake.
The road split, cracked, and steamed where the blot had struck. Nearby grass, bushes, and trees set fire and sound waves shoved cars into ditches.
Drivers climbed out of their dented and upside down cars, rubbing their eyes and ringing ears, and hurried over to each other to make sure they were unhurt. Nobody was gravely injured; only bruised and panicked.
It wasn't long before all the firetrucks, police vehicles, ambulances, and news vans and helicopters in the area had arrived. Soon the story was all over the media.
Nobody paid much attention to the massive, barn-sized crater in the ground where the bolt had made impact.
Or, that is, until unignorable and unexplainable sparks started leaping out of it and landing on people.
Three firemen approached the crater first, with hoses, expecting some sort of fire that was left over from the bolt.
They dropped their hoses in shock and started shaking. They started climbing down into the crater. "What is it?" everybody asked. "What's going on? What's down there?"
"Send down some paramedics," they yelled back. "We don't know if it's safe to move him."
Though bewildered, they sent three paramedics, armed with fireproof clothing and radios, down into the crater as the firemen instructed. They waited in silence for a couple of long minutes.
"We've reached the bottom," the radio crackled. Then they heard the faint sound of one paramedic's scream.
"Is everything alright down there?" a police officer said into his radio.
"Helicopter," came the reply. "Get a helicopter! And keep an ambulance nearby!"
"Why?"
"Just hurry!" the medic screamed. "This is an emergency!"
"Then tell us what's going on!" the officer yelled.
"A kid—a boy," the paramedic said. "A boy is down here!" "And he's dying," one of the firemen added. "HURRY!"
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ParanormalIn MEMORIES, fifteen-year-old Ray falls to the earth from the sky with no memory of who he is or where he came from. He has no family and is a complete mystery to the world around him. Little do the people of Earth know that before Ray was human, he...
