Role Play Board: Re: The Return Pt.2

Re: The Return Pt.2

Posted by Supreme on 10/30/2008, 11:27 am, in reply to "The Return"
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"... Yeah, we're gonna need the jaws of life down here." The garbled reply comes squawking back in what sounds like barely audible gibberish.

"Yeah, it was a pedestrian that was hit... well, you'd just have to see it to believe it, sir.

Fifteen minutes later, the police chief arrives, midway through the rescue attempt underway with the gigantic metal cutters. The car was boughed up with the front end wrapped around an object, giving the impression that their was a boulder there in the middle of the street that it had struck at full speed. Piece by crumpled piece, the barely recognizable car is peeled back and the object is revealed to flesh and bone, instead of any kind of granite or any other rock. Much to the dismay of the officers on scene, the man in the middle of the wreckage is not so much as bleeding. Upon further investigation by paramedics, other than being unconscious, the man seems to be fine, but is still loaded into the back of an ambulance, and rushed away to the hospital.
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Groggily, the bright incandescent bulbs overhead spark to life as the silver haired man peels his eyelids open.

"Good to see you're with us. I'm your doctor, Doctor Herbert Asberry" Comes a well educated sounding voice from somewhere outside the recently awoken man's peripherals.

He rolls his head in a slow lull, his eyes taking everything in, confirming that he is in some sort of medical station. "What... Am I... Doing here?" His voice comes out in a dry croak.

The doctor turns his back to his patient briefly to turn on a faucet. "Well, you were brought in after being struck by a car." The man in the long white smock turns back to him with a small paper cup in his hands. "Here, drink this."

Without a word, the silver haired man reaches out, brings the small cup back to him, and seems to sniff it's contents. It happens in what seems to be a blur to the doctor. Through a process lost to him, after a sniff of the liquid, his mind registers the composition of the content of the paper cup. Aside from a slightly elevated level of iron, it's your everyday H2o. The now crumpled cup makes its way to the waste basket, and the doctor turns back to his patient.

"I was on my way back to check on your condition, when I got word that you have a visitor, a Ms. Winslow. Seeing as your awake, I'll show her in, but I will need to run some routine tests on you shortly."

Somewhere in the back of the silver haired man's mind, a voice tells him that this visitor is his niece. "Oh, yes my niece Maxine Winslow?"

Doctor Asberry Looks a bit surprised at the sudden remembrance of this relative's name, when on the way in, he couldn't recall his own name. "Yes, Maxine's the name she gave... I'll go ahead and show her in, and be back around momentarily."

What had told this man his visitor's name? What made him aware that she was no relative of his? And what had compelled him to lie to the doctor? The answers were lost to him, but somehow he felt they were on their way through the door with Maxine Winslow.

"Maxine?" The man asks in a puzzled tone that gives the impression that he doesn't recognize her.

"Yep, we normal folk age, and ten plus years of aging is quite a bit of aging... you do remember me though?"

"You were a reporter." The statement comes out as more of a question as images of a twenty eight year old version this woman rush back to him. "A voice told me you were my niece..."

Maxine looked bewildered for a moment, as if experiencing deja vu. "That's strange, I told the lady at the front desk... something told me they'd only let me see you if they thought I was a relative."

"That is odd, did you say that I was an uncle too and..." His words fail him in mid-sentence as the thought occurs to him that she might have heard the same voice that he had. "Something told you, like what?"

Maxine's face went flush, the tone of that question, 'Something... like what?' had a ring of disbelief to it. Her mind quickly back pedaled. "I didn't mean it literally, like I hear voices or anything, just a thought hit me and I went with it."

The man sank back into his bed, as if she'd just crushed some sort of hope he had held with that question. "You did a story about me?" He asks out of nowhere.

"Yeah, but that was quite..." Maxine didn't get the end of her sentence out before she was hit with another question.

"Who was I then?" He asked in a somber tone, with a somewhat pained look on his face.

"You were... that is... You are Ethan Crane... Supreme.