Mended by Murder Part 1
You came on the bus today. Why did you have to be on the bus today? couldn't you have stayed after for extracurricular activities or had your family pick you up instead? Instead of hanging out with your friends or studying for exams, or learning something useful in extracurriculars, your body is bruised and laying motionless diagonally across the street from me. Our bus had collided with an oncoming 18-wheeler and was overturned, but also shortened. It used to be a normal sized bus, but now it is the smaller handicap sized. Both drivers had died on impact and it seems that many of the passengers have been horribly mutilated or killed. Others, like me, got lucky and only broke a bone or two.
With only a broken leg, I drag my body over to yours. You were alive just minutes ago, but I can already feel the warmth fading away from your body. You head isn't the same. It's mushy and red from your blood. I could easily separate it into two, but do you feel it? I'm applying pressure on your mushy head in order to stop the bleeding, but all it seems to be doing is straining my hands red. "Please don't leave me. You have meant so much to me. Even though you may not know me, you are the reason I still get up in the morning. If you go, there is nothing left for me to live for. P-Please don't leave me." Your hand is soft, yet cold and the bones of your arms stick out above the skin.
The ground around is asphalt, and motionless stay two vehicles stuck as one. No other vehicles are coming and even though it was sunny earlier, a fog has rolled in. As I'm begging for your lifeless body to awaken again, the world around me disappears in the fog. The vehicles and the motionless cadavers both taken from my sight by the fog. The moaning and screaming of the living crash participants are muffled and then silenced. All that remains is you and me. A silhouette of a figure exists within the fog around us. It remains unrecognizable except that it looks human. "I'll bring your beloved back. I will mend her wounds and she will be exactly the same as before. All this suffering and sorrow that has become upon you all will be gone." The silhouette had spoken and it seems too good to be true. I remain speechless. Looking down upon her, I still see a happy as ever person. She was so lively but seeing her motionless with blood still running from her head and arms, she doesn't belong like this. "I can bring her back, but I want--"
"What is it? Tell me and I'll do it." I quickly interjected before the silhouette could finish.
Lifting the fog to emphasize the remaining living crash participants, "You must kill the remaining survivors first. This was an unexpected death, and so I shall bring your beloved back once the rest have been killed." A few of the remaining are awake and trying to call for help while tending to their own wounds, while the rest are lying in disfigured positions motionless as if they were already dead.