Wavelength

Episode 1: Dissonance

        It creeps in the shadows, as if it lives there.

        Light is swallowed by its presence.

        Jealousy, fear, anger and tears,

        make up the dreaded dissonant existence.

       A concrete overpass stands tall over a forest in southern Philadelphia, with almost no occupants, for this time of night is one people rarely travel in around there. However, one car remains, against all reason in the drivers opinion. Steam and smoke alike belch from the hood just as he makes a turn onto the narrow side strip.

       "DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!! Why did this have to happen NOW!?" The man clunks his head onto the steering wheel, very forcefully, making the airbag in the passenger's seat to go off, and cause the horn to scream in protest. "Just great..." He gets out, mumbling to himself angrily, and, unwisely, tries to open the hood of his decease vehicle. He screams as his hands are burnt by the steam and metal, but he manages to get the hood open, only to be blasted in the face by more smoke and steam. "Perfect. I forgot to change the oil... and my cell phone just broke on top of it. WHY DOES SOMEBODY HATE ME SO MUCH!?"

        With that exclamation, a whistling noise can be heard. It doesn't take long for that faint whistle to catch his attention, as it grows into a deafening roar. Clamping his hands over his ears, he looks around, trying to find the source. Soon enough, it reveals itself. A bright orb of flame and light appears over the trees, nearly blinding him. It gets brighter as it approaches, until sight is impossible.

        Even in the total white out, he dives to the, fearing the worst as the unknown object plummets toward him.

        Suddenly, the light is gone, and so is the cacophonous din that previously was so overwhelming. He looks around, and stares at the charred remains of his car over a hundred feet away. Apparently, the shockwave from the object threw him farther than he had intended to jump, or even could have. It was just far enough to survive, but not to keep his clothes and sandy brown hair from being charred. The mustche he had been growing was completely missing too, to his further distress, but for now, he had to focus on what little was left of his sedan. Three quarters of it had been vaporized as the bright light went by. "Even more perfect..."

        The retaining structural wall of the overpass was also hit during this incident, and because of this, cracks began to form under him, and around the, now, overbearing weight of his, former, car, it's bluw paint no longer visible because of the heat. After a few seconds of panic, he makes a dash for higher ground, but this only accelerates the deterioration of his, fast waning, purchase.

        The ground beneath his feet disappears, and no time is left to grab onto the edge, as it too collapses in front of him, nearly shearing the overpass in two. Blackness follows, as the lights above don't reach into the forest below, and the sun sank long ago.

All consuming... blackness.

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                "James..."

        Upon hearing his name, James awakes, feeling cool grass against his hair. As he looks around, he becomes ever increasingly startled as he catalogues larger and larger chunks of concrete and how close they are to his person. Oncce he finally looks above his head, he sees the wrecked remains of his car mere inches from it.