Darkness had taken hold of the city, it wrapped itself around everyone with and ice cold embrace. Connor pulled his hood up over his reddened ears, he blew into his hands and rubbed them together. The sky rumbled, a streak of light filled the sky and the clouds shed their contents. Connor cursed and dived into the doorway of one of the shops. His eyes illuminated with every flash and his ears rang with every rumble. The town clock rang out nine chilling rings, forcing Connor to race out into the pelting rain. His mind contemplated whether running or walking would get him wetter, but he knew that walking would cause him to have his ear bent worse than if he made the effort of running.
As he rounded the corner he pushed the button on the crossing and sheltered in the funeral directors doorway as he waited for the shill ringing to tell him it was safe to cross. He leapt out of his shelter and gave a quick glance both ways before committing to the cross. Nothing. The rain seemed to increase in velocity as he approached the middle of the road, it stung his eyes forcing them closed as he dashed towards safety.
An engine roared, barely audible over natures din, as a car pulled into the road. Connor shook his head, droplets flew from the hair that protruded from his hood. The sound grew in the seconds that followed, absent of squealing brakes or indignant horn. Connor saw the world flip and tumble as the car ploughed through him. He felt the bumper smash his legs, tossing him upwards across the red hot bonnet. The glass caved and cradled him briefly before he continued up and over the roof. Falling, spinning, twisting with nothing to grasp to save him from the unyielding road. His head collided with the angular edge of the car boot putting his conscious to rest and saving him from the pain.
Voices carried through the darkness, screams echoing and mixing with the thunder. Sirens wailed and the crossing thrilled. Connor tried to open his eyes, blurry flashes of blue illuminated the windows of the restaurant above him. Blobs of flesh hovered around his head, darkened blobs for eyes and flexing holes for mouths. He forced his eyes closed and opened them slowly, this time the face was more discernible, feminine. He watched her lips move and tried to hear her voice above the cacophony of sound.
“Stay still, you’ve been hurt.” She laid her hand gently upon his chest. “The ambulance is coming, the police are chasing the car.”
Connor tried to speak but his body refused to move, his tongue quivered but his mouth stayed shut. An incoherent moan escaped his throat. He closed his eyes. Tears escaped his eyes and mingled with the rain that lashed at his face.
“Stay with me kid.” She laid her hand upon his cheek and brushed the tuft of purple hair from his eyes. “Don’t give up, keep fighting.”
His eyes snapped open and fluttered in the flurry or rain that assaulted them. He focused on her eyes as he let the warmth of her hand fill him with hope. His hearing drifted as he lay there, all sounds merging into a mass of noise. He didn’t notice the arrival of the first responder until his face appeared above him, stealing his attention from the woman.
“My name is Pat, I’m with the ambulance service.” He knelt down beside Connor and pulled open his bag. “Do you have a name?”
Connor tried to talk but his body felt heavy, his brain faltered and he drifted out of consciousness.
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Remedial Lunacy {LGBT}
WerewolfIt all started with a movie. It opened his mind to the possibility of a miraculous recovery, but also threatened to undo every stitch of progress he had achieved. Would he be accepted by these people? Humanity had forced him to the sidelines just fo...
