His Little Play Thing

Lost

What's the worst that could happen?

Everything. Anything.

You skim your eyes over the crumbled map in your hands, holding it roughly against the steering wheel. None of the letters make sense to you, which only causes your confusion to deepen. Leaving you in a state of trepidation. You try and find a road that looks similar to the one that you're on but are unable to, everything looks similar. You're so wrapped up in your treasure hunt with the map that you fail to notice you're on the wrong side of the road. It's only when you hear frantic honking that you peel your eyes to your windshield. You had only seen one previous car driving along with you the entire time you've been driving so you were under the impression that the road was otherwise dead. You hadn't known that there would be someone coming at you. You didn't mean to swerve into the wrong lane. And now you're going to pay the price.

Oh shit.

Not my car!

It takes you a moment for your arms to catch up with your brain and by the time you attempt to jerk the car away from the oncoming vehicle, it's too late. Your heartbeat thrums in your chest and the only thing you can hear is a ringing in your ear. You're gripping your steering wheel so tightly that your knuckles are white, your breathing labored and you're just waiting for the impact.

Everything happens within seconds. Bright light dashes past your vision, the sound of tires squealing breaks out into the atmosphere and the crunching of metal follows. The car hits you so hard it sends your mustang reeling sideways, your door crunches and caves in on you, the metal slices it's way through your calf and the muscle in your leg tenses. Blood seeps out, coating your pant leg in warm red liquid. Your windshield shatters upon impact, showering you with little shards of glass that leave small cuts up and down your arms, the stinging like thousands of tiny bees prickling your skin.

You sit there for a moment in shock, just trying to piece together the events that just unfolded. While any normal person would be screaming or crying, frantically yelling at the other person, you're completely tranquil. While your heart is beating fast you don't feel the terror or anxiety that comes with a car crash. You didn't feel anything but a deep sense of numbness.

You must be going into shock. You don't know how the condition of your car was left, so you try and get out but the door is busted in and stuck so you shuffle over to the passenger side, letting out a low groan, your leg screams in pain,the throbbing never  ceases, fresh blood cascades out of the wound due to the strain you're putting on it. You get the door open and tumble out, onto your hands and knees, you huff out a breath in aggravation and shuffle to a sitting position to lean against the side of your car. The pounding in your head doesn't help the immense dizziness you feel, you feel as if you're on a merry-go-round, that's going 50 miles per hour.

Nausea rolls through your stomach, almost causing you to wretch on the spot but you swallow it down and turn your head. It takes you a bit to get your bearings, you have to blink in an attempt to focus in your vision, the black dots within your eyes grow sparse thankfully just in time for you to see a man walking in your direction. His face is hard, set in anger no doubt, his shoulders broad and legs lean. He's dressed in a black pin-striped suit and his hair is almost as dark to match, while being slicked back and combed neatly off to the side. Once he grows closer however you can see the worry lines in his forehead, his lips pulled down into a frown.

Once he reaches you sitting down against your totaled car, your heart skips a beat at his close proximity. A cold sweat begins to bead onto your forehead while anxiety bubbles in your chest to leave your throat a constricting mess.

He tilts his head to the side, studying you from his spot before leaning down to sit on his knees. His dark brown eyes are like pools of swirling chocolate, they glimmer as he looks over your face and down your body.