It's Hard To Save The World

Prologue

   "Somebody call an ambulance!" a woman shouted as she leaped from her car. 

   People were stopping all across the highway to observe the scene. Many jumped from their cars and ran to see if they would be of any help. A man dialed 911 and lifted the phone to his ear frantically. 

   "Hello? Yes um...there's been an accident. A car spun out and flipped off the road. We need an ambulance as soon as possible," The man's voice shook as he spoke, "I think there may still be someone inside."

   Lying upside down on the side of the highway was a crushed car. Inside a girl lay unconscious. As the firemen and paramedics began to arrive people urged them towards her.

   "Oh please God help her," one woman muttered under her breath, clutching a tiny cross in her hands.

   The paramedics worked for hours prying misshapen pieces of metal back and ensuring any dangerous or possibly explosive parts were removed.

   Over time the group of nervous onlookers grew gradually smaller until only one person was left watching. A tall man with black fuzzy hair and a thick beard being his only real distinguishing features. He stood leaning on the hood of his car on the side of the road, just watching. His expression was grim. His brows were furrowed in a deep frown and his lips were tightly clasped and turn downwards. He watched as the firefighters carefully removed the last sheets of metal and pulled the girl from the wreckage. He stared at her misshapen figure and a corner of his lip turned upward in a devilish smirk. As the paramedics put the girl in the back of an ambulance he got into his car and drove away. 

   His work was done. 

   The girl was wheeled on a gurney into an emergency surgery room. Her legs were crushed and bent in horribly strange angles. The doctors worked on her until all hours of the night. Hoping against hope that they might be able to somehow save her damaged nerves and bones. They did what they could but it wasn't enough. She would never walk again. 

   The next morning they managed to figure out who she was and contact her family. Only one man showed up, her father. He was crushed when he heard the news. His daughter was a natural born runner. She ran track in school, ran when she was stressed, ran when she was bored, she pretty much ran all the time. Now she couldn't even so much as wiggle her toes. This had to be some kind of sick joke. 

   It had been three days since the car crash and the girl was still unconcious. Her father refused to leave her side except to go get something to eat occasionaly. As the father sat by his daughter's bedside a doctor approached him, a thin file in his hands. The doctor had a thick black beard and black hair hidden underneath a little green cap. 

   "Hello sir," the doctor started, offering his hand to the distraught father, "My name is Dr. Green. I'm a paralysis specialist and I think I may be able to help your daughter."

   The father looked up at the doctor, his face showing a faint glimmer of hope. "You can help her?"

   "Yes I can. All I need you to do is sign this page right here at the bottom." He pointed with a pen to a little blank line on the bottom of a page on the front of the file. "This just gives me permission to work on your daughter. Each case I deal with is different so each patient must be treated differently. Your daughter's case is more severe than most so her treatment may be, well, a little more harsh." 

   The father looked at his daughter for a moment then back at the doctor, "Do whatever you need to do." He signed the page without reading it. "Just make sure my baby can walk again."

   "Thank you sir," the doctor replied, smiling. 

   As the doctor left he gave a few orders to a nurse who waited jut outside the door. The nurse led the father out of the room and told him he had to go out into the waiting room until called for. 

   The doctor closed the door and locked it behind him so he was the only one in the room. He pulled a large needle from a bag he had placed by the door when he entered and walked over to the girl. He examined the needle thoroughly before finally injecting it directly into her bloodstream. He watched her for a moment, ensuring that nothing would go wrong. The girl's body began to convulse and shake until she shot up, eyes wide open.

   "What just happened? Where am I? Why are my legs tingling? Why am I talking to fast? Why is everything moving so slow? This is weird. Am I going crazy? Somebody tell me what's going on?" The girl said, her words coming out so rapidly that they couldn't be understood. 

   She was starting to panic when the doctor injected her with a sedative. 

   "You'll be fine," he muttered, "better then fine actually."

   he walked out of the room and left without saying a word to anyone. 

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Author's note:

   Okay if anyone actually has tried to read this story I'm really sorry it keeps changing. XD I am trying to find a beginning that really works and I think I've finally found it.

I hereby do solemnly swear to no longer change this book and it will stay the way it is. XD