Marking of The Gods : Storm

Chapter 1

London groaned, his head pounding with pain. He struggled to make sense of his surroundings, the flashing lights and muffled sounds adding to his confusion.

"Wha... What happened? Are the skeletons dead? Did I actually kill them"

"I'm Sorry , we can't exactly explain that right now but can you explain me what caused your injuries."
Paramedic asked

"I was driving home after the game and a lightning strike hit the front of my car and made it flip over, then these skeletons chased me

"Must add hallucinations , they must stem from the car accident" the paramedic whispered

"I'm going to have to put you back to sleep till we get to the hospital" He said

The paramedic administered a small dose of sedative to London's IV

London's eyelids grew heavy, and he slipped back into unconsciousness. Moments later, the ambulance screeched to a halt, and the paramedics swiftly unloaded London from the vehicle, wheeling him into the bustling emergency room.

Hours passed, the hospital staff working diligently to assess and treat London's injuries. As the effects of the pain medication began to wear off, he slowly regained consciousness once again.

London blinked, his eyes adjusting to the bright lights of the hospital room. He felt groggy and weak, his body aching in various places. His gaze fell upon the restraints binding his wrists to the bed.

"What... What's going on? Why am I chained to the bed?". London asked

"That's because your a god damn murderer, London Thompson you are hereby under arrest for Manslaughter"

"Wait what" London said

The police officers approached London's hospital bed with a determined expression, their gloved hands gently lifting him, supporting his weakened body as they prepared to transport him.

London, clad in a hospital gown and still weakened from the surgery, found himself escorted by two police officers through the sterile hallways of the hospital. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a harsh glow on the linoleum floors. The officers, their expressions stoic, maintained a firm grip on London's arms, guiding him towards the waiting police car parked just outside the hospital entrance.

As they traversed the hallways, the bustling activity of the hospital seemed distant, muffled by the weight of the situation. London's mind swirled with a mix of confusion and concern. He couldn't understand why he was being taken to the police station, his thoughts clouded by pain and the fog of medication.

The officers led London through the sliding doors, the chill of the outside air contrasting sharply with the warmth of the hospital. The bright red and blue lights of the patrol car cast an eerie glow on the surrounding buildings, silently announcing their presence to the world.

With cautious steps, London was ushered into the backseat of the police car. The hard plastic of the seat pressed against his sore muscles, a constant reminder of his recent ordeal. The officers closed the doors, their actions punctuated by the metallic clank that reverberated through the quiet night.

As the car pulled away from the hospital, London's gaze drifted to the passing scenery. The familiar streets now appeared different—more distant and disconnected. His mind raced with questions, wondering what had led to this turn of events.

The officers maintained a professional silence, their eyes focused on the road ahead. London's thoughts drifted between his injuries, the unanswered questions, and the uncertain future that loomed before him.