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The keeper of Forbidden lore looks across many worlds, many reality's, across the plans to both things that have been,will be never, were and may yet be again. This day her gaze is drawn to a small world spinning in a galaxy in one of many universes, one of many reality's. Her gaze is not drawn by the people or the world it's self but by an event which crosses time and space, and event which changes reality and splits what is with what never was and yet shall be. Her phantom less gaze settle upon an small area in the Appalachian region of a nation call The United States of America. A place ringed with hills and covered in forests, a place where technology has made farmland and homesteads out of what once was a frontier and land of tribesmen what was once vast wilderness .
Her gaze settle upon the town of Jackson, and the event begins to unfolds.
Bryan Woods
…...”I still miss her in a- round about waaaaaaaaay
Around about the time that midnight rolls around
That's around about the time my tears start fallin' down
'Cause she's not around I come unwound and my heart breaks
Yeah, I still miss her in a round about way
Yeah, I still miss her in a round about waaaaaaay”
The singer on the radio trangs as the windshield wipers brush the snow/rain mix off your windshield with a THWACK!, THWACK,THWARCK. It had been a long day, cloudy, wet and cold. And of course you had to tread though the muddiest farm in the country to check the Millers story about the fire. Not that you could tell much given the swap the ruined outbuildings where in and the snow that had just recently melted off with the rain..the oh so cold rain.
Bryan looks down at the clock on the radio 3:16, sigh he still had to get this paperwork in and follow up on the Hastings case as well. Things just kept getting better it seemed. Suddenly a flash of white light, stretching from horizon to horizon flashes before him, not just his eyes but with a flash of pain, like any he had ever known flashes though his head. The few seconds he was blind where enough, when his vision came back the truck was headed toward the ditch. His wipers no longer working, the radio was dead the wheel not responding. Bryan barely manages to get the truck under control as he hits his brakes. He hears a thunderous crash of metal on metal somewhere as the truck slams into the ditch cleaning out a good fifty feet before coming to a stop with a jerk.
You pull yourself out of your truck, not really sure what the hell happened, your bleeding a little from you mouth and feel blood running down your knee from the dashboard but all in all your not really much worse for wear. You feel the cold rain/snow mix hit your skin and as you look around you can see a few other cars have slammed into each other of the ditch, some looking bad , one on it's side not to far from where your truck rests. A bit down the road maybe a mile downhill on the bend you see what looks to be a bus torn near in half by a semi, it's trailer sideways and contents spread across the highway. You can see a few forms unmoving on the rain slick highway from here.
Your only a few miles outside of Jackson but from the looks of it highway 15 is a mess.
Father Wallace Salvatori
Father Salvatori seat near the back of the mostly empty greyhound as it speed along Highway 15 toward Jackson. It looked cold out, no snow on the ground here but everything was gray and a rain/snow mix beat against the window of the bus. Most of the other passenger seat near the front, Leaving the Father alone in the gloom of the buses rear seats. It suited him fine, he had much to think about and the last few weeks had shaken his faith a bit, if not in God then in the church itself.
He was looking out into the leafless trees and rain slicked earth when the Flash burned across the sky, and his mind. It was unlike any pain he had know, it ripped though his head blinding him for just a moment, But in that Moment hell was unleshed upon that bus. He could hear screams and someone maybe the driver yelling ”F#%&! It won't turn, G!& d$*n it wont turn!' Other screamed, or cried out, then someone yelled ”The truck!' and Wallace looked up to see not only the bus going sideways as the driver fought for control but a yellow semi headed straight at them.
He didn't really think, just reacted maybe it was all that training or maybe it was The Lords will. What ever made him ball with his head between his knees in the crash position may have saved him. Next thing he knew it was like the Hand of God had hit that bus. He heard screams, felt a jerk and blood from his lips as he spun.
Maybe he blacked out, for the next thing Wallace saw and felt was rain. He lay in the floor of the bus, or what was left of it. He smelled the sewage from the buses tanks on the floor and his cloths. He felt blood on his face, and he felt bruised. As he lifted his head he could see the bus was near in half, people or parts of people , the bus, truck and God alone knew what else was scattered along Highway 15.
Slowly Father Salvatori, Battered and bruised stands.
Tommy Butcher,
Tommy carried boxes to the back of the shop, it was cold and rain dripped of his coat as he unloaded the van. Shelia Whitaker, The Clinics receptionist called out to him as he walked past. ”Your getting water on the floor!' She yelled. The woman always gave him hell, he thought. Nag, nag, nag. She didn't care much for what she called “No good low life Sara keeps hiring.” ”Dr. Wakeland is out at the Abner's, She wants you to run up there once your done here” She says, in a snide voice
Sara Wakeland, the owner of the Wakeland animal clinic and his mentor of a sorts, seemed to have a soft spot for people who had royally screwed up. He reckoned he counted for that. The fact her daughter Glenda had put in a good word had helped him out a bit once he got out of prison. He had a thing for Glenda but so far had not really acted upon it. He had a good thing going here and he didn't want to screw it up by Pissing the wakelands off so soon. He was after all staying at there place outside of town right now.
He was headed back out when the light ripped though his mind. Like 10'000 volts of nasty pored right though his head. He heard Sheila scream then crashes, a few of em. Once he made his way back to the main entry Sheila asks ”What was that light?' in a panicked voice. Tommy payed her little mind as he stepped out into the rain. Everywhere cars where piled into each other, building, poles and poor people who where not fast enough to get away. What struck Tommy and struck him fast was....No horns, no lights no sound at all from anything man mad.
What the hell Is going on? he thinks to himself
Adam Fletcher,
Adam's last class of the day had just ended and was making his way toward his car. Rain he thought is was always rain or snow this winter. God it looked cold. Weather man was giving the chance or more snow. He sighed as he zipped his coat against the cold. ”Been cold hasn't it?” Professor Williamson said behind him. Adam turned to see the breaded man come toward him on the walkway. He was dressed in a long coat and that damnable hat. Williamson or “wacko willi “ as his friend Mason called him. Looked like a man a hundred years out of his time. His slacks and shirt were hidden by the leather frigged trench coat he wore, and the cowboy hat he always had on seemed to have seen better days. Add that to his “Mountain man” beard and the fact he was a “The lord's judgment is at had nut” with his own bunker didn't help him avoid the nickname
”Been a harsh few winters hasn't it?' He said. Adam just nodded hoping this was not leading up to another 'end is near” rant or yet another church invite. ”Weather man says we may have another big one coming, maybe like 96'. Best stock up on can goods and candles, just in case. Folks die when they are unprepared. Be prepared Fletcher” He says in solemn tones. ”Whelp” He says with a nod 'I need to get agoing, Don't forget to stock up” He says as he walks though the rain toward his truck.
Adam gives the crazy Professor time to drive off before walking toward his car with his hood up. He was standing at his car fumbling with his keys in the rain when the light rain across the sky. He saw it mere moments before it burned though his head, a swearing pain unlike anything he had ever known. Shacking a bit he sees other folks looking around, pointing here or there and hears screams and yells. Something sounds off. The radio , he thinks. Was it a nuke? Were we attacked, he hurry turns his ignition, but nothing happens. His wipers don't work, his lights are not on,
Stepping out of the car with a sinking feeling in his gut he realizes His car is not the only one not working.