Supernatural Stranger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Warrior Den


A dark, fogging night brings more then endless roads one night.

Submitted: November 19, 2017

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The fog of the gray clouds covered the round ahead that dark, winter evening.The telephone lines looked ghostly white against the darkness. Barley any headlights were awake tonight, but the music in my ears where, swirling it's peacefully notes around in a piano cord. But as the night shivered on, a disaster would turn everything to ice, and freeze. As we carried along the road, a shadow dashed in front of the car, not seeing it, the driver hit what was in front of it's bumper. The bright, cherry bug brakes were ceased to a stop the the sound of a thud. I climbed out of the car, my raven hair swishing as I jumped out, my friends blond hair seen flying above the car. As we both got to the front of the car, we see a young man wearing all black with hair as night to match. It was almost matching with the dark pool of blood swirling across his head. I kneeled down on the cold, gravely road checking for a pulse.
"Is he okay?!" my friend franticly asked.
"Yes," I answered, "but he has severe trauma to the head, he needs a hospital now." I got out my phone, but before I dialed 911, the stranger on the ground grabbed my hand, eyes matching the dark blood on his face, staring up at me.
"No..." he said, barley a whisper. I stared at him, wide-eyed. Was he crazy?
"IS HE CRAZY?" my friend asked. "HE COULD DIE IF WE DON'T GET HIM TO A HOSPITAL!"
"I mean.." I started to say. She read right through me before I finished, shaking her hands back and forth.
"Oh no!" she shouted. "YOU MAY HAVE MEDICAL TRAINING BUT NOT ENOUGH TO TAKE CARE OF A HUMAN BEING WITHOUT A HOSPITAL!"
"But he doesn't want to go..." I said, giving a sad puppy face. She face palmed, covering up her deep, dark circles. Finally, after a second of silence, she spoke.
"Fiiinnnneee! But if he dies on us your on your own girl!" I smiled. She grabbed the arms, I grabbed the legs and when he was safely secure in the back, we drove, pushing the speed limit to get back home. When we got to our shared, small apartment, I checked the wound in his head to find, there was none! In fact no sign of head trauma at all! The only sign of anything happening being the dried blood stained in his hair. Who is this guy?  I thought...confusion filling me.


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