Sounding the Seventh trumpet

Prologue: 03

Its night, the streets are dead highways empty except for a lone rider driving his Suzuki Hayabusafaster than the speed limit. The speedometer was all the way to the right unable to move forward. He had head phones underneath his helmet blasting The Offspring. He notices a police cruiser on the side of the highway not too far from where he is so he slows down to a crawl as he passed by. He noticed that the cop was looking over the broken metal barrier. A car must have fallen through. There was a man lying on the floor holding his side and head. Blood came from both areas. He started to speed up as he passed the cruiser. Before the police cruiser could fade all the way out of his mirror, he slowed down and turned back. He pulls over next to the cop car. He took off his helmet as he got off his bike and got off. He had light blonde hair and olive green eyes, with a scar on the right side of his lip. “What’s wrong,” he asked the cop. He looked to be in his mid-twenties, with black hair and his heart was racing.

 

“A car went over, the driver was drunk but his wife is pinned in the passenger seat.” The officer said. As he continued to look through the dense forest, seeming to wondering if she would just come walking out.

“So you’re waiting for help?”

“The paramedics are on their way, but”

“But what?”

“It doesn’t look like she has a lot of time. I haven’t heard anything from her for about a minute.”

“I’ll be right back,”

“Okay,” the officer said. He slid down the dirt. “Hey where are you going?”  He doesn’t answer as he fades into the darkness of the forest. He stumbles over the over grown roots and broken branches, feeling his way towards the car. Once he finds it he looks for the passenger door.

“Hello,” he says with hope for a response.

“Help,” a whisper cuts through the silence. She sounds in tremendous pain. He finds the door and pulls it open. The woman is pinned to the seat by the front dash board. Blood covers the top and the bottom of her shirt. There’s blood in her hair and her mouth.

“It’s okay, it’s okay; I’m here to help.”  She lost too much blood her eyes can’t focus, but she half shakes her head in agreement and in keeping herself from falling asleep. He starts to push the dash board off her slowly and carefully. She slips out after it’s a few centimeters off of her chest. He catches her as she falls out and lays her on the ground. Her chest cavity is caved in. her lungs are punctured and blood is pouring into them. She reaches for his forearm and whispers with tears in her eyes that she doesn’t want to die, as she coughs up blood. He takes off his fingerless glove and places it on her chest. Her bones start to crack and pop. She screams in pain as her chest goes back in place and her bones heal back together. She squeezes his other arm and grinds her teeth; he sticks his handkerchief into her mouth so she can bite down on that. As her bones heal she faints, and stops breathing. He keeps his hand on her chest waiting for her heart to start beating again. As he starts to lose faith her heart starts up again. He takes the handkerchief out of her mouth and sticks it in her hand as he picks her up. He carries her back out of the forest. The cop notices him fast and slides down the hill to help him.

“Is she okay,”

“Yea, she’s fine, a couple of scratches but nothing really fatal.”

“Alright, lets get her up there,” the officer says as he reaches his hand out to pull him up. When they reach the top an ambulance stops and the paramedics get out. They open the back and pull out a stretcher they place her body onto it and move her to the back of the ambulance. Both the police officer and the man lean back onto the police cruiser. “You were a big help today,” the officer says.

“Yea,” he says,

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“I’m Dante, “ he says as he extends his left hand out and the officer shakes his hand.

“Nice to met you Dante,”

“Nice to met you too-”

“Richard, Officer Richard.”

“Well, nice to met you Officer Richard. I should get going.” Dante says as he walks back to his bike.

“Hey,” the Officer yelled out, “Dante thanks for the help again.”

“Was this your first real bad call you got?”

“Yea, yea it was.”

“It could have been worse.”

“Yea it could have, before you showed up it did look like it was going to be bad.”

“Well, luckily I have good timing,” he said with a smile. “Hey maybe well see each other again.”

“Yea, maybe.” The officer said, “ But let’s hope it on better terms, yea?”

“Yea,” Dante said as he got back on his bike and put his helmet back on and drove off.