One Bronco, five passengers, one road, and a love story that just won't stop telling itself.
A car passes on the left, but it's the first in a while. Things are getting dark out there, the sky turned to a deep blue and the headlights of the car begin to be more and more the sole light to for Forlorn to navigate by.
Laurel says (to Kelly), in an energetically teenage girl's voice, 'What clubs do you like to go to?'
Johnny says (to Kelly), in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, 'Oh? You go to clubs like Thea? Dance too?'
Kelly texts (still) as she talks, her gaze cutting back down to her phone rather than those she addresses. "Uh, mostly like raves -- that's like, my scene."
Forlorn seems to lose track of the teen's chattering as he drives along. After a delayed moment he says to Sofia, "Well have a look and tell me what you like and don't like!" Then to Johnny, "Metallica, Lead Zepplin, just anthing and everything?"
Kelly says, in a lightly Bostonian-accented mezzo-soprano, "There's like, way more places to hang out in Boston but here like, there's only that vamp club and that new one on Paine."
Kelly says (to Laurel), in a lightly Bostonian-accented mezzo-soprano, 'The goth one's okay, but the new one kinda sucks. Like, they're not even open or something or whatever.'
Johnny says (to Forlorn), in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, 'Okay. I'll sing.' "Yeah... Haven has shit to do which why we were totes like, excited about this trip." Laurel says to Kelly with a nod of her head. She smiles to Johnny with big blue eyes then claps her fingers gently. "Black velvet." She whispers to him then looks to Sofia, trying to steal a peek in the journal she looks at.
Sofia quietly turns the pages of the journal, looking at the sketches. "They are interesting. I haven't really tried color yet, but I bought some pencils to try with soon. It's hard though, because I like the look of charcoals so much."
She looks at Laurel and asks Forlorn, "can I show Laura?"
Johnny clears his throat and starts to sing the lyrics for Radioactive by Imagine Dragons Even without his guitar his voice comes out clear, vibrant and with power. He can easily change the Octaves in the vocal ranges he requires. That's not even an issue. Much like Freddie Mercury from Queen, he can easily adapt to any song and interpret them either with his style or a damn good imitation.
'Monster Truck rally, Saturday Saturday Saturday!' A man's voice on the quiet radio, commercials between the predictable songs of popular make. 'Were you injured in a work accident? We can help. Just give us a call at four oh one, six six six, six six six six...' a female voice says, with concern. 'Halloween special! All costumes are half-off on Friday the twenty third, here at Providence Gift and Gag. But how could you do this to me?'
Forlorn nods to Sofia without his eyes leaving the road, "Yes, that'd be fine. I tend toward charcoal pencils when I can, but we can talk about particular pencils when we do a lesson if you'd like to."
Sofia gives a flexible, hand-made, leather bound journal to Laurel.
The Bronco's warm, and the lights are low. The drift of the dark vehicle on the road may be a familiar feeling for most; traveling between one place and time and the other, lingering in the limbo of having nothing else to do but sit, watch, listen. Idle.
Laurel blinks slowly when something from the radio catches her attention and she lifts her chin a bit. She's soon distracted by Johnny and his singing.
Laurel notices someone taking the tiny white pill, but doesn't say anything when she does. Instead her hand comes down to find one of Johnny's, getting a bit antsy. She taps her booted foot, not used to car rides, or.. car rides in a Bronco.
(Private Forlorn) There's been not a single car on the road for some time. But then, Forlorn sees it first; as the car goes around the bend there's a long stretch of straight road, and then--far in front--is a blinking set of red hazard lights on a semi pulled to the side of the shallow shoulder.
A crease forms between Sofia's brows as she listens first to the radio, then notices Kelly pop a pill. She frowns, but says nothing more.
(Private Laurel) Just around the bend on the dark road are a set of red blinking lights far ahead on a straight stretch of road; hazard lights. A semi pulled to the side of the highway.
Forlorn slows a bit and gives the semi a wide berth, slowing down a good deal more to make sure the passage is safe as he says to Kelly and Sofia, "See if you notice anyone in trouble while I keep my eyes on the road, please?"
"The sketches are cool." Laurel says to Forlorn as she takes up his journal Sofia had passed, flipping through the pages. "The one with the finger is really dark though." She comments then puts the book in the middle part of the two front seats.
Momentarily distracted, Sofia says to Forlorn, "Oh, sure. I will ask my Dad, but, if he says it is okay, we can talk about a lesson." She looks out the window with a nod, looking for signs of someone in trouble or needing help. Laurel gives a flexible, hand-made, leather bound journal to Forlorn.
Indeed, far ahead but nearing as the Bronco lumbers on is a semi, illuminated in the headlights, it's red hazards flashing.
"Huh? Trouble? Why'd there be trouble?" Kelly wonders, glancing up momentarily from her phone.
(Private Sofia) A man emerges from the edge of the treeline ahead, lit up brightly by the headlights. He disappears around the far end of the semi.
Kelly blinks slowly over at Forlorn for a second before her attention cuts towards the road.
(Private Kelly) She spots him when she glances up; a man emerging from the edge of the treeline ahead, lit up brightly by the headlights. He disappears around the far end of the semi.
Johnny continues to sing for a bit more but notices Laurel getting antsy. He sings then end of the hook and the chorus when he notices the red hazards flashing. Now he stops singing and squints his eyes at Forlorn "How did you know there would be trouble? Because that was oddly very accurate."
"Uh, some guy just came out of the woods there. By the semi. Maybe he jusd had to like, you know..." Sofia says. "Yes... I would require meeting our father first before any lessons..."
Forlorn murmurs to Sofia his focus on the upcoming semi. His hand instinctively reclames the journal and tucks it by his side.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Sometimes people pull over because their engines died. It's not safe on the side of the road." Laurel says to Johnny with a shake of her head, leaning over him towards Sofia to peer out of the window at her side. "Pee?" She finished for Sofia with a giggle. "You can say pee."
On a Long, Forested Highway: "No truck drivers wants to be pulled over on a shoulder of the road that shallow, Johnny. Their vehicle is likely in trouble, basically just see if the driver seems like they're on their phone or waiting for a tow or somesuch." Forlorn replies to Johnny without looking back.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly regards something in the distance with muted curiosity, though she doesn't speak up.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia looks at her phone. "Oh. Lionel texted me and I missed it..." She wrinkles her nose at Laurel and says, "it's a gross word."
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: It's a big semi on a small shoulder. Forlorn will have to veer into the opposite lane to get around it, should he choose. Or he'll have to park behind on that shallow shoulder.
(Private Kelly) On a Long, Forested Highway: Was that... blood?
On a Long, Forested Highway: (Subtly) A flicker of a smile briefly graces Sofia's lips, but vanishes as she looks out the window some more, thumbs tapping at the screen blindly.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn seems to decide to try to go around, though veering into the other lane he plans to keep rather close to the semi, going slowly to ensure as much safety as he can. He flicks his brights and honks periodically to ensure the attention of any oncomers.
On a Long, Forested Highway: The vehicle draws past the long white length of the blinking semi, no oncoming traffic threatening ahead. The driver's seat is empty as they slide past it, but on the other side, pacing in front of the bright illumination of the large vehicle, is a man pacing back and forth, hi skin and attire bleached white with the force of the beams. His eyes are wild. There's smudges of something dark on his clothing.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Is he alright?" Forlorn asks Johnny, Kelly, Laurel, and Sofia, not really daring more than a glance as he focuses on the road ahead.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly openly ogles/watches/stares at the presumed driver of the truck as their Bronco cruises past. "Man, that guy looks fucked up," she mentions.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia frowns as she looks at the man near the semi. "Um, I'm not so sure he's okay."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn thinks; "Oil, grease... surely... though. Blood in the moonlight always looksk black..."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel frowns and looks out the window with the rest of the group, blinking slowly. "He looks shaken up." Frowning and nodding a faint bit.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "I don't think he is okay either." Johnny echoes silently while watching the supposed driver carefully.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia nods in agreement and says, "or perhaps scared. Worried? Agitated for some reason, for sure."
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Kinda not really our business though," Kelly mentions as her attention abruptly drops back to the phone in her hands.
On a Long, Forested Highway: The wild man makes no move toward the car, and if the driver continues, he will recede back, just a black silhouette in the rear view mirror.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia asks Forlorn, "do you want me to call nine one one or something?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Alright, Miss Wilson, please call nine one one. Sophia call your father and let him know we are pulling over to check on someone in trouble and where we are. Johnny you're with me. Kelly, hm. Find a good, soothing radio station, perhaps? Won't be but a minute." Forlorn passes out his suggestions in a commanding tone that he just falls into. His genteel southern accent carrying no edge of malice, just an understanding of action, as he pulls over ahead of the semi, about half a semi in front of the pacing man, leaving the lights on and turning on his own hazards.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel nods to Forlorn and reaches down to her pocket which she tugs her phone out of with. Rolling her thumb over it she frowns. "What highway are we on? So I can tell them?" She asks the group in general.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia lifts her phone again and tries to call her father. She shakes her head after a moment and says, "he's not answering. I can leave him a text."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn relays the road and location to Laurel as he prepares to exit the vehicle if applicable.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn nods to Sofia and says, "Good, good. A voicemail also."
On a Long, Forested Highway: To Kelly, it's a confusing request, and it's only after a couple of seconds of bemusement does she reach over and start trying to fiddle with the car stereo.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny gives Laurel a quick kiss and says to her "Be right back babe." Then nuzzles her cheek.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Alright." Laurel says to Forlorn with a nod then looks to Johnny. "Be careful?" Giving his arm a squeeze she nods to his whimper with a bite to her lip. "Okay. Promise."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn takes up a small leather satchel and drapes it over a shoulder before going to get out.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny gets off the bronco and falls in behind Forlorn his hand on his pocker and looking very casual and very cool. Because that is what he was good at. Looking cool.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly seems perfectly content to stay exactly where she is - safe and warm inside the car. In her fiddling with the stereo, so somehow also manages to turn on the heat.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny gets off the bronco and falls in behind Forlorn his hand on his pocket and looking very casual and very cool. Because that is what he was good at. Looking cool.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Out back, the man has ceased his pacing and is between the bright lights of his semi, arm scrubbing a rag hard at the grill of his vehicle. He's not a portly man, but he's on the big and sedentary side of truckers, and his breath puffs out white in the effort. Otherwise, the visuals of the road are dark, not a single other vehicle or soul in sight.
(Private Kelly) On a Long, Forested Highway: The radio clips a few words as she turns the dial, stitches together through the frequencies. 'How--could--you--Harry--', then static. Then, a soft rock song. Paul McCartney and Wings. 'Let me roll it...'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel scoots closer to Sofia, putting her hand on her leg while she watches Forlorn and Johnny, bringing the phone up to hear after dialing 911 from her phone, waiting for the dispatcher to pick up.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn approaches the man with Johnny by Forlorn's side and calls out about thirty feet away, "Sir? I'm James Adam, are you alright?" After a brief second Forlorn tries to explain, "Your vehicle is in a very unsafe place, do you need help moving it?"
(Private Laurel) On a Long, Forested Highway: The phone rings once, then twice. And then a female dispatcher answers. 'Nine one one. What's your emergency?'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia looks out the window to watch Forlorn and Johnny, trying to call her father again.
On a Long, Forested Highway: The panting man turns, his silhouetted figure backlit by the lights. "No--no. No, you go on," the man says, shakily, that fabric balling in his fist tight. His pacing and scrubbing has stopped, but he's still full of movement, shaken. "Hit a fucking deer."+
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Hi, my name is Laura Wilson and I'm calling to report a broken down semi truck on the side of.." Laurel says to the dispatcher on her phone, telling her the general highway and where. "The drive is outside and he's kind of pale.."
(Private Laurel) On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Okay, Laura. Was there an accident? Do we need to send an ambulance?'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn nods slowly and starts to circle on the road side of the semi as he looks down the road for evidence of a deer while saying to the driver, "Well, that's terrible, sir. It can really shake you up, but even so, perhaps it would be safer if you were able to move along. I am sure the appropriate services can clean up a deer carcass, if anything is left after your formidable vehicle laid waste to its four footed frame."
Laurel says, into her phone, "I'm not sure.. But he seems to be stranded..My friend and boyfriend are talking to him now. I think just a few police cars might be good until he can get back on the road. "
On a Long, Forested Highway: "You know," Kelly comments to the other girls, "he kinda looks okay to me. Iunno why we're even stopping."
On a Long, Forested Highway: The silhouetted man clutches his rag and lifts his head toward the Bronco, staring in for a moment. Then he replies to Forlorn with his panting voice. "Doing an inspection, just about to head on. Don't know what you'd do to help, man. There's no damage," he grunts, and then the stained man is moving towards the driver side of his large vehicle with a quick lumber.
(Private Laurel) On a Long, Forested Highway: We'll send a cruiser. Was that all?
Laurel says, while speaking to her phone, "Yeah that's all. Thank you!"
(Private Laurel) On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Have a safe night,' the dispatcher replies, a clip of static distorting her voice. The line hangs up.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel lowers her phone to stare at it for a moment, biting her lip. "That was weird.." She says quietly, glancing towards Johnny, Forlorn and the driver outside.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny frowns a little at the exchange. "So where is it?" He suddenly blurts out. "I don't fucking see it." He looks around to see if the can see the remains of the deer. And switching his lamp on to get a better look. "Where the fuck is it?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia gives a shrug to Laurel at her whisper, but also a brief smile before turning her attention back out to the road, the semi, the man, and her own companions. "Seems weird, but, he doesn't seem hurt," she says to Kelly. "Sure wouldn't want to be caught alone at a rest stop when he shows up though."
Sofia says (to Laurel), in a melancholy laced feminine voice with a Havenite accent, 'what was weird?'
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: His eyes may be mistaken, but there's no deer in sight, just as Johnny's said.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly peers over her shoulder and at Laurel, looking as curious as Sofia might or might not be.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn watches the man and seems fine with the story, nodding a few times as he turns to head back to the bronco, stopping a few steps behind Johnny as the teen's outbursted question hits the air. "We shouldn't keep here long, it's dangerous on the shoulder as well..." Though Forlorn turns back and looks around again, squatting down to look under the semi for a moment.
(Private Johnny) On a Long, Forested Highway: The light shines from the front of the semi to where the grass begins at the shoulder, down into the bush. No sign of deer. But that grill shines reddish in the illumination of his headlamp, and down at the grass there's a black stain over the broken gravel.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "The phone." Laurel says to Kelly and Sofia. "The dispatcher on the phone.. the line turned static and I couldn't hear her. But she said have a safe night and she's sending out a cruiser to check it out."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny shrugs "Just saying the guy said he hit a fucking deer. With a fucking truck. I don't see no fuckig deer anywhere." He looks and inspects the grill then walks to the broken gravel to take a better look.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly shrugs and shifts her attention back on to the road. "Cool," she says.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Hit it back there," the man yells back with a rattled shout. "Have a safe night," he calls, and then he slams the door of his driver's side shut. The hazards flick off, and there's a rumble of the engine as it's started.
(Private Johnny) On a Long, Forested Highway: It's unmistakable. Blood.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn pulls out his flashlight and shines it under the truck while listening to Laurel and Johnny speak. His actions make it seem like a cursory glance but he keeps stopping the little instinctive pulls of his form that want him to walk away.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn thinks; "Surely... just a deer..."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn might only take a moment though as he does wish to avoid being run over.
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: The blaze of the semi's headlights make it hard to see below the great length of it. His eyes sting when he tries.
On a Long, Forested Highway: The semi rumbles, and the man gives a couple taps on his horn to ward off those right in front of his vehicle.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn flinches a bit then turns back around and pats Johnny's shoulder as he goes, "Let's get in the bronco and clear out, hm?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: They drive on, righting their direction, cruising. It's well and darkly night out now, and it's only where the headlights touch the treeline that there's any visual stimuli. Everything else is pitch. Not a lick of traffic is out on this highway tonight, and it's just Forlorn and his four passengers, and the road. The radio plays soft rock between commercials, the latter of which seem longer than the songs. And everything's as it should be.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "I don't know.. It's dark. It could have been anything." Laurel says and rests her head on Johnny's shoulder with a frown. "I know he did." She says to Sofia with a nod then looks to Forlorn, or the back of his head, while he drives. "They're nice. Your talented." On a Long, Forested Highway: "See? All's well. What do you young adults want to end up majoring in at college?" Forlorn pipes up with a calm and warm smile, glancing in his rear view as he does. "Thank you so much, Miss Wilson!"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia keeps staring out the window, snuggling a little closer to Laurel. "I don't know yet. Maybe Business, like Daddy."
On a Long, Forested Highway: The windows howl a little, the Bronco vibrates. The wind of the road is lulling as the car weaves back and forth over small hills.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn's head bobs a little in dance at the music as his thumbs keep beat on the steering wheel. He asks Kelly, "What is it you do, Kelly?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Music naturally." Johnny smirks "If I am as good as fuck right now just being self taugh, I'll be even fucking better when I actually fucking study it. Only reason I'm getting my grades up in the Academy. I want the sccholaeships that they give for my talents. Then study music more in depth. Be even fucking better then I am now." He chuckles as he leans into Laurel "I'm a be a rock star."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly shrugs. The girl's lapsed into silence, not even breaking it with the tap tap tap of her phone. She looks very much so relaxed in her seat, practically a part of it.
(Private Kelly) On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Fish and fries Friday at Danny's Family Diner. A whole bucket of popcorn shrimp for three ninety nine!'
Kelly says, in a lightly Bostonian-accented mezzo-soprano, "Nothin'. "
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel reaches down to take Sofia's hand in her own as she snuggles up, supporting her and Johnny in snuggling. "I'm ... totally undecided. But I have the feeling it'll be the family biz." Speaking softly with a sigh.
(Private Kelly) On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Come dine with us, you lying, cheating sack of shit. How could you.'
On a Long, Forested Highway: "A lot of family business and self exploration." Forlorn turns to Kelly, his eyes only leaving the road momentarily as he says, "You strike me as an artist."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia holds Sofia's hand with one of her own, sending a text with her other.
(Private Kelly) On a Long, Forested Highway: 'How could you, Harry. How fucking could you!' ... 'Happy hour special. Just come on down, eat right tonight!'
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Nope." Kelly's vacant-eyed attention draws to the radio and the dim tunes pouring out it.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn drives in silence for a time then says to Kelly, "Poet? Musician? Friend? Conversationalist?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia (Subtly) wrinkles her nose and rolls her eyes, giving Laurel's hand a squeeze.
On a Long, Forested Highway: The car draws around a bend, and with the snugglers in the back preoccupied and Kelly's eyes set to the radio, Forlorn is the first to catch sight of the flash of white bolting from the grassline. It's too close. The visual imprint of a woman in a white slip and curlers is a flash before she strikes the vehicle, which has Forlorn's foot instinctively hammering the pedal.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "So, what is it we are going to be able to see still this la-" Sofia is asking when the Bronco hits something with a thud and Forlorn slams on the brakes, sending Sofia shifting forward and into the tightness of her seatbelt.
On a Long, Forested Highway: There might be a scream out of Kelly, quick, high-pitched, and aborted. She's flung forwards, her head whipping forwards and back with a dull thud.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn shouts, "NO!" His entire body rigid as he practically stands on the break, his hand already pulling up the e-break lever. His face is hard suddenly, his eyes fierce and blue, his features sharp as his hair flies with the sudden change in velocity.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly slumps to the side, insensate.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Seconds to react, adrenaline screaming high. Before the airbags kick in, the front windshield explodes with the fragility of a body meeting with Bronco. With the force of the breaks, Kelly slams forward, her seatbelt failing her. Head meets with dashboard, and then tree meets with Bronco.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel jerks forward, her hand caught in Sofia's which might keep the blonde from lurching forward to much but she breaks from Johnny with a surprised cry, her hand coming up to the back of Forlorn's seat to keep from going between him and Kelly. "Aah!"
(Private Kelly)On a Long, Forested Highway: Just before her head hits, the radio's voice comes to a scream. 'Harry!'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Bodies are fragile. And mostly liquid. Red was the color of the windshield before it all came to a halt.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn thinks; "(a chilled silence) My life is ruined and a woman is dead and four children will bear the weight of this night for the rest of their lives."
On a Long, Forested Highway: "The fu-" Is all Johnny is able to say before everything happens in the blink of an eye. Good thing he had his seatbelt on because by now he was smacked with a sudden whiplash. Instead of putting his body tense, he instead relaxes completely and lets his body naturally react to the situation. Where did he pick this up? You just don't go through life hanging out with people who use drugs and abuse liquor without picking a few tricks. Such as letting your body become relaxed instead of tensing up, which would be a bad, bad, bad idea. When all is said and done he still feels bruised up and hurt. He looks down at his phone.
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: After moments of crisis, minds fabricate reason, purpose, details. But that woman wasn't surprised. She wasn't a deer darting across the road. She intercepted. She lept in front.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn's face is a mask of tan stone as he says, "Everyone breathe. Johnny call the police. Laura make sure everyone is fine. Sophi..." Forlorn's eyes glance to the unconcious form of Kelly with a somehow more tense look, jaw muscles tight, "...tend to Kelly." Then the trembling in his arms and lips and fingers is evident as he releases the steering wheel and takes up his bag to exit the vehicle. The years of training as an officer in the military being all that keeps the man moving.
Sofia slips a plain white smartphone into her skinny high-waisted maroon denim pants pocket.
Johnny says (to Forlorn), in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, 'You may want to choose someone else to call the police.'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Adrenaline careens in the blood of the driver, the passengers. It lingers in a sickening wave. Hearts pound, nerves are tested.
On a Long, Forested Highway: ... And then the lights flicker.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel lifts her hands to press to her head. Unlike Johnny she didn't relax and a hand comes up to the back of her neck with a whimper. Looking to her lap for her phone she pats around in a bit of a shocked daze for it. "Are you okay?" She asks the others hoarsely.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Laura call the police. Johnny look for snacks, try to get a soda and sodim in everyone to handle the sh-" Before the word can get out of Forlorn, before Forlorn can get out of the car, the lights flicker and he freezes.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Slammed into her seat belt and back into her seat again, Sofia bears the pain of the belt between her breasts, against her thin body and ribs, likely bruising her, along with what only feels like a stiff neck at the moment, but will surely be a more painful case of whiplash once the adrenaline wears off. She groans softly and slumps in her seat a bit. She closes her eyes as the lights flicker and asks, "what did we hit? The battery loose or something?"
Forlorn says (to Johnny), finishing the word belatedly, '...shock.'
On a Long, Forested Highway: The lights flicker again and snap off, and nothing but the little radio light remains on in the car. Static blares over the speakers, warping the sound of the radio. 'No turning back. I didn't. You're tuned into ninety one, six six six six FM, your favorite classic rock station.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn remains still in the moment.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel bows her head for a moment, cringing and picks up her phone from the floor, bringing into focus with a squint of her eyes. "You okay?" She asks Sofia, hands shaking horribly before the radio gets her attention. She opens the screen surface and hits resend to 911, bringing the phone up to her ear.
On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Next up we have a tune for all you lost souls and dead lovers out there...'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia frowns, opening her eyes again as she looks at the radio in confusion.
(Private Laurel) On a Long, Forested Highway: Nine one one, what's your emergency?
Sofia thinks; "turning back? What? Is there like, a mixed signal?"
Laurel says, speaks into her phone, in a bit of shock, "He.. hello? We were just in an accident... We need help."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny looks around with his simple head flashlight but he doesn't get out. At that point he looks over the radio. "Well this is fucking accurate. Or pretty fucking accurate. Can't say I know shit about what is going on." He sends a text.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "I don't... I don't understand. I need to get out." Forlorn says in a stunned quiet as he tries to open his door, eyes trying to focus but staring ahead in a near daze.
Johnny types a message out on their phone.
Johnny says, in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, "No. Don't fucking get out man."
On a Long, Forested Highway: The radio warps and the lights flick back on, right as rain. 'Crying, over you... crying, over you.'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia reaches up to press fingers to her temples. She frowns deeply, repeating, "what did we hit?"
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: The door opens just fine. The air outside is fresh and cool.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn ignores Johnny's warning as his door creaks open as it always does and he says to Sofia, without answering her, "I need you to check on Kelly. We may all need to vacate the vehicle momentarily." He visibly shakes with shock and adrenaline in his fingers and his face is a terrible firm mask of something. His leg goes to exit the vehicle, foot heading to hit pavement.
Johnny types a message out on their phone.
(Private Sofia) On a Long, Forested Highway: Everything in Sofia's bones is ringing. Goosebumps rise up on her arms, and it's not just the adrenaline, or the whiplash; there's an intense presence to the right. When she looks out of the window, she sees a glimpse of a woman in a white slip by the treeline, watching the car.
Johnny says (to Sofia), in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, 'That's a good fucking question.'
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: The air is full of the scent of cedar and pine, so sweet. And iron.
Laurel says, while putting a finger up to her ear, closing her eyes and speaking into the phone, "Hello? We're on the highway and we just hit something with our car.. One of our passengers hit the dash and she's knocked out.. "
(Private Laurel)On a Long, Forested Highway: 'What's your name and location,' asks the dispatcher on the line. Her voice is familiar, it may be the same one as previous.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn steadies himself with a breath and exits the vehicle to see what can be seen.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia tries to unbuckle her seatbelt. She presses and tugs on it, but it seems to be giving her shaking hands some hassle. Suddenly, her head turns to look out towards the trees, the sudden movement making her neck hurt more. She tenses, sitting back against her seat as if pressing tightly into it. She whispers, "why is she just watching?"
Laurel says, speaking weakly, then giving the rough location to the dispatcher, (phone) 'Laura Wilson.. '
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: The tree bent at a harsh angle, the dent in the front of the Bronco. Entrails. Slick. Insides smeared from grill to roof.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn groans and coughs, grabbing his lower torso with his hand as he looks out at the grisly mess. He blinks a few times and then keeps walking, flashlight on and in hand, looking for the body. Not having heard Sofia either for being too far away or being too stunned; perhaps both.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn thinks; "I need to call my lawyer and insurance..."
On a Long, Forested Highway: "I thought that I was over you but it's true, so true... I love you even more than I did before but darling what can I do..."
(Private Sofia) On a Long, Forested Highway: The woman is holding her sides, bucking with sobs, face running with tears.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia shivers, watching the treeline with a deep frown. "Why isn't she helping?" She narrows her eyes and asks, "is she crying? Is that her singing, or the radio?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn recalls James' dead wife singing that song to him as they danced in the last months of her life as she wasted away from Huntington's.
(Private Laurel) On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Laurel Wilson... you just left us a call. Is this a prank? Because we sent our cruisers and didn't find your semi.'
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn keeps circling the vehicle, perhaps nearing the passenger side.
Laurel says, while speaking into the phone, her voice shaking, "No.. No it isn't a joke.. Please, please send someone? Our passenger.. She's knocked out and her head hit the dash and the windshield is cracked."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel looks to Sofia, a bit of color draining from her face. "What woman?" She asks her while trying to look out the window and concentrate on the phone with the dispatcher. "Sofia who are you talking about?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: "For you don't love me... and I'll always be... crying, over you," sings the radio, Roy Orbison's voice going to that high note. "Crying, over you..."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly stirs, little creaks and groans marking her movements. There's smear of blood on the dash and matting some of her hair - a slow, shaking head reaches up to touch the wet spot. "M-my head..." she moans softly.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia lifts her shaking hand to point toward the treeline, where she seems to see something clearly. "Over there, see her? The woman in white?"
On a Long, Forested Highway: 'Okay. We'll send a cruiser and an ambulance down that way. Hold on, don't move your friend,' says the female dispatcher on the line. She begins to say more, but then the tone of her voice warps and turns into a quiet, angry whisper. 'You made me do it, Harry.' Static.
(Private Forlorn) On a Long, Forested Highway: There's blood, but no body. There is, however, a smear of blood which looks like something has been dragged into the grass rom the side of the highway.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel pulls her phone away from her ear with a little startled cry, staring down at it with wide eyes. She brings it back up to her ear. "Hello?" She asks quietly. "Are you still there? Should I stay on the line?" She asks shakily while trying to look into the woods where Sofia does, a bit of color draining from her face.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn steels himself and starts following the blood that goes off into the forest, bag on his shoulder and flashlight lit, in hand, calling out, "Miss? You need help. Please do not go further away, an ambulance is coming."
(Private Sofia) On a Long, Forested Highway: The woman looks up with a grimace of misery and pain. That white slip of hers and the curlers in her hair make her look like she'd run out of her house in a hurry, without care for appearance. She's in her late thirties, and looks worn down at her edges. She makes eye contact with Sofia.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Crying... over you... now you'll be alone like me, too," sings the radio, static crackling the track. It seems to be on loop.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny sighs "This fucker... He doesn't watch enough fucking movies or some shit..." He unbuckles his seatbelt and moves out of the Bronco. His hands on his pockets again. He then says to Forlorn as he starts to catch up to him. "See anything man?" He looks back at the radio and frowns "Look man. Maybe we should fucking focus on getting the fuck out of here. Whoever it was is probably fucking dead now."
(Private Forlorn) Once in the thicket of trees, there's no sense or order. It's deep and dark, the pines are scented deeply, and there's a distinct note of iron to it. The stars above are shuttered by thick, heavy clouds. And you're lost, just like them.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly whimpers quietly from the front seat, wincing at every little movement or loud noise.
In On a Long, Forested Highway This area seems well populated. The sun's setting gold through the trees, and that light glitters through the branches as they glaze past. The road is winding but affords a respectable speed for the car to hurtle away from little Haven at. Dead leaves litter in the deep ditches at each side of the highway, which slopes from smooth concrete to a crumbling, shallow shoulder before giving way to brown grasses. It is night, about 66F(18C) degrees, There is a waxing crescent moon.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia seems to be watching something intently, studying. She calls out, "are you okay?" She shakes her head, wincing then, at Johnny. "We can't leave the scene of an accident." She tries to loosen her seatbelt again with shaky hands.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "That is hardly the appropriate mentality, Mister Moore. What has happened has happened but we must be the men who remedy situations, not escape them as cowards." Forlorn's tone is a bit cold and edged in powerful emotion held at bay as he speaks to Johnny without looking at the young man, eyes on the blood trail as he follows it, calling out again, "Ma'am? Please, please let us help you. If you meant to... if... no matter the cause, please."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Forlorn's figure steps into the black of the bush, and he's swallowed there.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny stops where he is and starts to step back a little. "Well this sucks." He calls out for James. "Fuck James! James!"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia slips out of her seatbelt and says, "what, he just walked into the woods," She opens her car door and calls out, "Mister Adams?" She looks for the woman she had been watching, to see where she is in proximity to where James vanished.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly slumps over to the side, her shoulder and head against the window. Her hair leaves a sticky wet streak down the window as the cold glass presses against her scalp.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel reaches out to grab Sofia to try and keep her in the car while she looks to Kelly. "Kelly?" She asks quietly, rattling from head to toe, trying to hear on her phone. "Kelly are you okay? They are sending an ambulance and a cruiser. Hang on." The Wilson opens up her purse, trying to find some tissues.
(Private Sofia) On a Long, Forested Highway: That woman turns as the man stalked into the woods past the treeline. And then she looks back toward Sofia, and replacing her misery is a slow, dim smile. She turns, and walks barefoot after him, disappearing too.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia frowns at whatever it is she sees and tries to shake Laurel loose. She sems a bit more worried now and yells out, "Mister Adams! James!!"
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: The forest is dark, but Forlorn's light permeates it, just a little. It's difficult to pick out, but there is indeed a trail of blood. It marks the grasses and branches, which are broken--something was dragged. He hears a voice calling out his name behind him, but it seems further than one might expect it.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly is unresponsive, her breathing a series of quick, shallow pants. The girl reaches up, the fingers of her left hand spreading out as they cage that side of her head. There's another quiet of moan.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Sofia stay in the car!" Laurel says to Sofia, even if she is shaken off. "Harry made her do it!" She blurts, her voice trembling fully with fear as she bites her lip. "Sofia, please!"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny says to the girls "Any of you see anything? Sofia? Laura?" He takes a few steps back to the bronco. But facing in the direction of where James vanished. "If you see any fucker at all, let me know. I got a fucking bad feeling about this."
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Crying... over you..."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn calls back over his shoulder, "Stay with the vehicle, wait for th-"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia stops and looks at Laurel for a moment. "Harry... who?"
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn exhales and looks around, "Miss? I can help, I can try to help..." Forlorn half pleads into the darkness as he starts to follow the blood as fast as he can.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Stay in the vehicle, wait for--" comes a shout from the trees. It's the driver, but his voice sounds far.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "I don't know." Laurel says to Sofia while looking to Kelly, biting her lip. "I don't know I was listening to the dispatcher and it changed and this woman.. She said that Harry made her do it." Biting her lip.
(Private Kelly)On a Long, Forested Highway: Pain ebbs in Kelly, thick in her head. Her mind replays those last few seconds: a woman in a white slip, middle aged, desperation. The mind plays tricks when recalling moments of crisis. She wasn't a deer caught by surpise. There was intention.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Sofia frowns and gets out of the Bronco. She starts to walk towards the trees, slowly and stiffly from the pain she feels. "Mister Adams, come back, please. Let the police come. I dn't like. I don't like how she loioked."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: There's a panting of breath ahead in the trail. Forlorn follows quickly, and after a few heart pounding moments of plunging into the darkness he sees it: bare feet being dragged along the path. The semi driver pulls the mangled body, his face white, both covered in blood. "I never meant to... I never meant to... you just jumped out, Mary--you just jumped."
On a Long, Forested Highway: Kelly's hand drops back down into her lap, her palm sticky and red. A pained groan escapes her - whatever's got all the others worked up, she's not a part of it, in her own little world of concussed agony. em The treeline is still, the forest having swallowed the man. Somewhere on the horizon is the sound of a siren.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: "PUT HER DOWN, YOU BEAST, YOU VAGABOND! PUT HER DOWN NOW!" Forlorn roars at the man, Forlorn's hand going into my bag in that tell tale threatening manner. Forlorn fights back tears to stay focused, every muscle straining, every hope crushed, every part of him based on instinct and the training that is a little too long ago to control him fully. em A revving engine occludes the sound of the siren.
On a Long, Forested Highway: A revving engine occludes the sound of the siren. On a Long, Forested Highway: "The fuck is going on?" Johnny exclaims now visibly confused.""
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel gasps as she hears the voice shout from the woods and she pushes herself back into the bronco. "They're coming." She calls out but when someone disappears into the treeline the Wilson is at the door. "Sofia!" She calls out, eyes wide and staring into the treelines. "Sofia come back!" Her voice cracked and hoarse. On a Long, Forested Highway: Johnny says "Oh fuck that!" And he runs into the treeline after Sofia. "Stay there!" He shouts to Laurel.
(Private Billy)On a Long, Forested Highway: Billy speeds down the highway. It's empty tonight, and winds on and on uneventfully until the scene arrives in view; a 1974 Bronco crashed into the treeline, lights on.
On a Long, Forested Highway: "Johnny don't!" Laurel says and she puts her feet down on the ground, using the open door to support herself. Rubbing the back of her neck she feels tears in her eyes and the young Wilson starts to panic, looking back to Kelly in the car against the window.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn screams at the man, but it makes no difference. Sofia hears it now, his voice, and she's heading in his direction, but sees nothing yet, no figure ahead. If she doesn't have a light, it's terribly, terribly dark. Johnny is right on her tail, and if he's fast he can catch up.
On a Long, Forested Highway: In a car that doesn't look at all like his, Seanie likely arrives a little after Billy, though judging by the speed he was travelling at he's broken more than a few laws tonight at least. The door gets practically wrenched from the drivers side of the unmarked, dark SUV and out comes the enormous Wilson, sliding along a bulky duffel bag to swing gradually over his shoulder as his eyes flick over the scene at hand. The engine and lights of 'his' car are left on, the fellow silent though there's a fairly visible scowl twisting up his features.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Billy speeds down the highway. It's empty tonight, and winds on and on uneventfully until the scene arrives in view; a 1974 Bronco crashed into the treeline, lights on.
On a Long, Forested Highway: There's that Bronco sitting at an ill angle in the treeline, it's front caved in a little where it's met with a tree. The lights are on, the airbags have been deployed, and Laurel is with Kelly inside, who has running blood at her temple.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Billy arrives on his bike, barely pausing long enough to prop it up before he's following Seanie's lead and moving towards the scene with determination. His gaze sweeps across the road and wreck, searching for someone who doesn't seem to be there. He grits his teeth and moves over to stand near Seanie. It's with visible effort that he refrains from making the usual comments he would towards the large Wilson, the importance of what he came here to do seeming to win out over his natural tendacies. But he does offer the man a barely noticeable nod of greeting before he places his hand in his pocket in preperation.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: The man before Forlorn doesn't seem to react or flinch, he just keeps dragging that mangled body, his eyes and breath wild. "Fuck... fuck, Mary, you stupid fucking--" he spits out, terrified.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel hears the voices and they lure her from the bronco towards the tree's but she doesn't move towards them. Instead she hears Billy's motorcycle and sees Seanie and the SUV. Turning on her heel she runs around the back of the bronco, waving her hands. "Sean! Sean!" She calls, voice hoarse. "Billy they went into the woods and I told them not to and I can't see them." She rattles, trembling. "And Kelly.. Kelly hit her head and there's blood."
On a Long, Forested Highway: A flicker of perhaps relief crosses over Seanie' twisted, scowling features as his hand momentarily retreats from inside his duffel bag. His chest looks a lot more bulky around the torso, jutting at angles that could only suggest there's a vest underneath it. His eyes pass toward Billy, then back toward Laurel. There may well be no target for aggression, but Seanie is Sean Wilson after all and he's constantly aggressive. "Find the others. Whistle if you need help. I'll move these two-- Girls, to the car," he practically growls aside toward the big Moore man, though he's already
On a Long, Forested Highway: Billy doesn't need more than that to get moving. He heads at a run towards the voices he hears, flashlight coming on and pointed in front of him. "Johnny!" is called out. It's probably noticeable that he also seems to have extra padding beneath his clothing much like the Wilson. As he moves, he pulls out his gun, holding it low to the ground as he tries to find his son and the others.
On a Long, Forested Highway: There's blood around Kelly's head but most of it's sticky and drying, the smears on the window fading into a dull brown in the harsh yellow of the SUV's headlights. She's not moving, her eyes shut, but she's still breathing, and on occasion, making a little it of noise - a moan or a whimper or a groan, here and there.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: needs reposts from Sofia and Forlorn quickly.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Sofia does as Johnny directs, staying behind him, but following closely. "Please, we have to help Mister Adams. I don't know what he saw. But I know what I saw."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn slowly tries to approach the man holding the mangled body, "Please... sir, just put her down. An ambulance is on the way..." Forlorn keeps approaching the man and the body getting as close as he can, if he goes close enough he'll try to take the man's shoulder in his hand, forsaking the weapon in Forlorn's satchel, trying to coax the man to put the body down.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: "The woman," Sofia says, "dressed in white, with curlers in her hair. She was crying. She was staring, but then she smiled and followed Mister Adams into the woods."
(Private Johnny)In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Johnny can see it just around the bend, now. Forlorn is standing near to a man. The semi driver. And he's hauling a mangled body back into the trees, seeming not to notice Forlorn.
(Private Sofia)In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Sofia can see it just around the bend, now. Forlorn is standing near to a man. The semi driver. And he's hauling a mangled body back into the trees, seeming not to notice Forlorn. The body is the woman's, by the curlers in her hair. But far behind is the same woman, watching in the trees.
(Private Billy) In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Billy plunges into the trees, at first not hearing a thing. Then come voices, one being his son's, and he will close on Billy and Sofia soon enough if he rushes.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Johnny has not noticed Billy has arrived. He is just edging closer with Sofia behind him. His knife in a reverse grip "You saw a woman? I don't see that woman right now. You fucking sure you saw that?"
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Rush Billy does indeed do. He moves as fast as he can, heedless of his own safety. Gun held low and visible, he stomps through the brush towards the sound of his son's voice. "Johnny! JOHNNY!" he repeats at the top of his voice. "Where the fuck are you, kid?"
(Private Forlorn) Nothing. His hand goes through nothing. And the man drags on, shaking, puffing, swearing. The woman's cracked head wears curlers, and her body is in a white slip dyed red with blood. The woman who hit the car.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Sofia stops, staring further ahead. "Mister Adams! No! Come back!!!" She starts to rush towards Forlorn then, if Johnny keeps up. "Mister Adams!" She says to Johnny, "yes!, There's. I can't explain right now!" And then, back to Forlorn, "Mister Adams!!" She screams as loud as she can.
(Private: Forlorn) ... And then it's Forlorn dragging the body, huffing, anxious, needing to get her away, confused, broken. It's Forlorn's dead wife.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Johnny rushes after Sofia again "The fuck are you doing? Stay the fuck back!" At this point he listens at Billy shouting for him and whips his head a little to look. "Over here dad!" But he quickly looks forward again. "Sofia stay back. Fuck. Stop rushing like that!"
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn can't seem to believe what just happened, his brain blanking it out as Forlorn lurches after the man holding the woman with the cracked head, the woman Forlorn killled. He jerks forward, trying to take the man again and saying, "Please... please... maybe there's a chance... a chance she could live?" Forlorn seems to be breaking; the command facade fading as he pulls on the body of his wife in his arms, tears breaking free from his eyes, "My love, my divine... please please come back. I waited, I was there for you, I held you in my arms as you passed, please don't go again?!" Forlorn girts his teeth. His long hair haggard across his face as he holds the lifeless body of a southern belle, refined in beauty and void of health, "I can fix this... I can make you- I can... why did you run out in front of-"
Johnny says, in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, "I have no fucking idea what is going on right now..."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: "It's a trap, Mister Adams!" Sofia screams, running. "It's not real!"
(Private Billy)In the Dizzying Black of Trees: With a glance down the bend, Billy sees Forlorn. He holds nothing. He speaks to nothing. He's losing it, alone in the forest.
Johnny says, in a carefree Haven-grown drawl, "What the fuck isn't real? What the fuck is he seeing?"
(Private Sofia)In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn holds nothing. He speaks to nothing. Behind, the woman in white stands, holding hands with the semi-driver who was just dragging her lifeless body. He looks to her, shaking. 'Mary. Why,' he says. She looks back to him, head caved, her eyes filled with hate. 'You made me. You left me. This is your doing.'
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn sobs, his body wracked witih pain as he slowly whispers poetry to the lifeless form in his arms, trying to carry her further away from the world, from Sofia and Johnny and someone, further into the darkness, "I repeated farewell like an old door, I changed my cinema, thinking, grave, I went from everywhere to somewhere I remained and carry on Half-unmanned by joy A bridegroom in sadness Not ever knowing how or when I might be ready to return, but there is no returning. You know, if someone returns, they have never really left, And so I stepped through life and then retraced my steps Changing my suit and planet, Becoming accustomed to company, To the great hullabaloo of exile, To the great loneliness of the bells."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Seeing nothing threatening for the moment, Billy puts the safety back on his pistol and moves to Johnny as soona s he can spot him. He checks him over and then turns to Sofia, doing much the same to her s best he can in the dark. "Johnny! Sofia! Both of you get back to the wreck. Don't fucking argue. Just do it. I'll fucking handle this shit now." That said, he doesn't wait to see if his orders are followed, he just holsters the weapon, which in this case just means sticking it back into his pocket. Then he approaches the other man with lips pressed into an angry line. Billy removes a semi-automatic sturdy black Glock and slips it into his black canvas jacket with multiple side and front zippers pocket.
(Private Billy) The man has well and true lost it. He speaks poetry into the trees, a madman. The semi driver looks to the woman in curlers. '... Don't you think it's enough, this time?' She looks to him, and squeezes his hand. 'I'll save it for the next.' And the pair turn, heading into the trees, disappearing.
Forlorn says in a low voice, 'It wasn't you, it was me. you went and I could not follow. I could not bring myself to die when you die and so I buried our rings together but let me bury us now. Be buried with me, my love, my beloved. Know me as I love thee, take me with you... hide me in you... let the world be dark or bright, let us flee the shadow and light. I just want you. I want you back so badly. I miss you so much I can't breathe at night. I love you so madly I can't hope when women look at me. I want them to drive me away and back... back into your arms... cold and lifeless, take me back into your arms.'
(Private Sofia) In the Dizzying Black of Trees: The man has well and true lost it. He speaks poetry into the trees, a madman. The semi driver looks to the woman in curlers and asks, wearily, '... Don't you think it's enough, this time?' She looks to him, and squeezes his hand. 'I'll save it for the next.' And the pair turn, heading into the trees, disappearing.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Johnny nods to Billy "Right. Come on Sofia." He takes a hold of Sofia. A firm hold. And starts to pull her back to where the car is wrecked. He puts his knife away. "Come on Sofia. Let's not stay here. Dad's got it. He will handle it. James will be fucking fine." He starts to move toward the wrecked bronco.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Sofia stops running and holds her head, eyes closing as she shakes it. "They're gone," she breathes, panting. "They're gone." She looks up at Forlorn and says more quietly, "Mister Adams. It's not your fault. It isn't. She left you. She wanted the other man." She closes her eyes again in silence, her hands pressing into her hair.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: His wife, mangled, replies not at all, dead. But then her lips animate. 'You made me do it,' she whispers wetly, and then his arms are empty, free of the burden.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Gun put away, Billy shakes his head as he watches for just a second. Then he's running full speed towards Forlorn. When he reaches him, he's full on going to tackle him to the ground. Or attempt to.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn obviously hears Sofia, he is perceptive. But he is no attentive. His attention soaked in the ghost disappearing in his arms as he slumps to the ground on his knees staring at his hands, blood covered and useless, "They look like big, good, strong hands. Don't they?" His eyes do find Sofia now, "I always thought that's what they were. My little wife... I wasn't enough. I watched her die twice... how can that not be my fault? My flaw? How can I be so wr-" BAM! Billy makes contact and Forlorn is wholly unprepared, like a ragdoll of desperation in Billy's trajectory.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Johnny pulls on Sofia some more. "Come on Sofia. Everything will be fine. Let's get the fuck out of here."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Sofia tries to shrug Johnny off. She is looking at Forlorn and says, "how can it be your fault when she wanted that man? How can it be your fault when she only wants to see you hurt, for him?" You are now running the room.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Once Forlorn is down, Billy begins to punch him, each meaty fist trying to connect to his face. "You fucking put my kid at risk!" he growls out. "You put Laurel at risk!" attempted punch at that. "And you put poor little Sofia in danger." Punch. "All because. You. Couldn't. Handle. Your. Fucking. Shit." Each word is emphasized by a thrown fist aimed at the man's face.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Sofia's mouth drops open as she sees Billy beat on Forlorn. "Stop! Stop!"
On a Long, Forested Highway: Laurel flinches at Seanie's snarling at her, almost fumbling the bandage that's tossed to her but managing to hold onto it somehow. Crawling into the SUV beside Kelly she places it against her head to press up against the wound with a swallow. Obeying Seanie she scrambles into the large car and slams the door behind her, locking it firmly then double checking. Tears fully come to her eyes and she bites her lip, staring down at Kelly. "It's okay.. Your going to be okay." She murmurs.
On a Long, Forested Highway: The radio plays one last loop of Crying, then there is a hiss of static, as if it'd waited for the pair to be lone. There's the sound of two voices speaking, one male, one female. 'Mary. How many times are we going to do this,' he says. 'I don't know,' she replies. 'But when you said forever, I thought you meant it.' The tinny sound of the little radio warps, and then there's the sound of commercials. 'Three ninety, popcorn shrimp!'
On a Long, Forested Highway: The bandage stays a clean, cream color as it's pressed to Kelly's head by Laurel, an action that prompts a little wince out of the girl, and a focus of her eyes on the other teen. One of her hands fumbles in her pockets, eventually drawing out a crumpled cigarette pack. She tries to tap something out of it, but her lack of coordination shows - nothing comes out.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Forlorn lays near lifeless on the forest floor once Billy leaves him be. His hand, bloodied now, reaches for a pach of leaf laden earth that once held a lifeless corpse no longer there, trying to reclaim what was lost.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Billy isn't hassled in the slightest by Seanie once the fellow stops beating on Forlorn. The prone fellow on the ground gets a look rather akin to disgust, but Seanie is sadly for him, a man of his word. He raises his gun slowly, aiming at the fellow laying there, "Fifteen seconds," he barks out, "Or I shoot you, drive back to Haven and have a beer."
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: "And I'll fucking buy the beer," Billy adds to Seanie's words. He snorts and lets Seanie do his thing, no longer concerned with Forlorn in any way. He just keeps on trudging through the brush towards the voices on the road.
In the Dizzying Black of Trees: Lifting one of his broad shoulders, Seanie steps closer through the woods toward Forlorn, dropping his gun down to aim squarely toward the fellows buttocks, "Five seconds to get up," he growls down at him, though his finger hovers very clearly over the trigger on the gun, one eye half squinting as he begins to aim.
On a Long, Forested Highway: Into that Bronco Forlorn goes. It still runs. The bloodied man hits the road with a grumble of the poor engine.
Slinging his duffel bag once more over his shoulder, Seanie moves silently toward the SUV. His eyebrows are practically together, lines formed all over his forehead due to the scowl that's etched over his features. The SUV door is paused at, for a split second as he affords Billy a tiny, small nod, "Get your fucking son home," he growls, "I'm taking these fucking idiots to the medical center, and having a very, very long talk with Patricia about this," he swings himself into the stolen vehicle, duffel bag strewn across his lap as he waits.
"Alright," Billy say sback to Seanie. Then he turns to wait for someone. "Get the lead out!" he then barks, losing what little patience he has. "And tomorrow we're going to have a nice, long fucking chat about alot of shit. Which means, I'm going to talk and you're going to fucking listen. Now get on the fucking bike!"
Laurel is already in the dark SUV, sitting beside Kelly and staring out the window, each sound of the doors making her flinch. She steals a glance out the window towards Johnny then looks away.
Johnny follows Billy to his bike. He looks rather numb and no expression on his face whatsoever.
Laurel (Privately) has tears in her eyes, visibly shaking. She spares a look to her friend but worry is written all over it and the blond stays in silence.
Sofia (Privately) reaches out for one of your hands once she is in the vehicle.
All parties exit the scene, leaving down that dark, empty road in silence.