Trucks Are the Most Troublesome Things, You Know.

Chapter 8

8/20/18

A phone's ringtone rang throughout the otherwise quiet house.

"DING, ding, DING! DING, ding, DING!"

Miss Forticia, a light sleeper, woke up, rubbing her eyes, and checked the time.

"It's 5 in the morning, who in the world could be calling?" she wondered aloud as she walked out of her room in her pajamas, and went to go check her phone.

"Hello, who is this?-" she said before Lila cut her off.

"Miss Forticia, get out of there right now, or you're going to die."

"Lila, what do you-"

"NOW!"

A loud sound came from outside, like the revving of an engine, just as Lila hung up on her.

"I need to know if she's ok!" Lila shouted at herself as she quickly dressed up in her outdoor clothes, and ran out into the street, her parents too deep in slumber to stop her. To those who were unaware of what had transpired previous to her flight, they would've thought a young lady had gone crazy in the middle of the night, but contrary to that, she was only someone who wanted to stop an unavoidable tragedy from happening, because even though she herself knew that he would have to die, she couldn't bring herself to give up on saving him, perhaps the same dilemma that the previous owner of that power had faced. And as an avid fantasy reader, she often believed miracles could happen, and she was determined to make it happen. Each step filled with hope and an equal amount of despair brought her closer to the house at the end of the street, Toby's house. She could already make out the vague silhouette of a woman standing outside of a house, and saw the tire tracks below her. A few more steps brought her face to face to Miss Forticia, who was now clearly standing outside of a wreck of a house. To be more accurate, it was no longer a house. Houses didn't have gaping holes in them. And neither was Miss Forticia, who had been shot through the stomach, and was holding the bandages wrapped loosely around it. Of course, there was the small detail of her being a person, that played a role in her not being a house, but it was safe to say that in either instance, she would not be ok with a hole in her. Large holes always weakened structural integrity, no matter in what they were created.

"What happened? Did they leave?" Lila asked, her face horribly pale from shock.

"They came. Crashed right into the house and took his dead body away. You were right, Lila. But at what cost? To be able to predict the future... Is it really a prediction, or did you make it come true by predicting it? Why couldn't you have told me earlier!?"

"But... I..."

"And they haven't left yet. You see, they're right behind us."

Her muffled screams couldn't be heard as the two were spirited away without a sound, and they were thrown into a truck, falling unconscious.