"29" :: Chapter 2

The view around was blurring around Fabrice's eyes, like a faulty camera trying to adjust its focus. It took a while for him to realize that he was looking at the crushed metal that once formed the bonnet of the car. Fabrice relentlessly banged the door but it was stuck. He tried to reach to opposite door, feeling that a part of his body was stuck between the crushed dashboard. After resisting the pain in his arms, due to the trials of reaching out, Fabrice banged the door open, crawled out and tumbled towards the street. The “29” was bright and clear in the skies, a thunder shimmered in the background but the number remained.

A hooting sound began at a low pitch and quickly became loud. Fabrice felt his ear drums vibrating abnormally, creating an itching sensation in his ears. Lying there on the road Fabrice tried to shut the noise, he wanted to believe that this was a dream, but it was all to real, just like the hooter he spotted on the pole towards the other end of the road.

Fabrice got up at once, taking large strides towards the pole. He finally reached the pole and began climbing, right about now he began thinking about being in a dream due to the unbelievable strength that he felt running through his body.

Fabrice ripped the hooter out and it fell down with a loud clang. He leaped down, relieved, due to the soothing silence that was finally accumalating. The sigh he was about to take was interrupted by a sighting right before him.

A little girl in a black frock stood before him. Long black hair fell on both her shoulders, skin so fair that it would make you think that she had gone pale. Standing there she looked at him with a blank expression, even though she looked adorable, she had a look that made Fabrice swallow. A distant sound of a motor interrupted the encounter, Fabrice spotted a silhouette moving closer.

At first there were 3 motor bikes, within moments the humongous riders were noticeable and finally Fabrice saw their tails behind their heads swaying in the air.

A loud thunder exploded in the skies.

“Your doom is drawing closer to you” the little girl pointed at the skies.

Fabrice looked at the projection in the skies, which now showed 29 hours 59 minutes and the seconds slowly ticking away. He wanted to scream but he felt the time wasn't right because the time, was slipping away, one second at a time.

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...And that's how we're rolling. Are you reading ?