2-Our characters’ car gets totaled on the side of the highway at 3a.m., but no one stops to help. Both characters are mortally injured. Here’s what mine would say to yours.
She couldn’t have really believed that they were going to get out of the town. She shouldn’t have believed, as they neared the bend, that it was really happening.
Then Louise had swerved around something, or had gotten distracted, or something, and the car was spinning, flipping.
Crashing.
It took Lisa a moment to pry her eyes open again, wincing at a pressure on her torso. But she wasn’t important, it was Louise that she needed to check on! Twisting in the wreckage, She was able to find the other woman, her head bleeding, an arm clearly broken.
"Hey…hey!" Lisa coughed and she tried, and hoped, that the other woman would wake up. "Louise!"
Finally, the other woman stirred, and with a groan, attempted to sit up. As she did so, Lisa could tell that she was in a lot more danger than Lisa had thought. Something had cut her neck badly, and blood was pouring from it.
"Shit…hold on!" Lisa said, knowing that there was no way the woman was going to be able to survive her injuries.
The pressure on her torso increased as she tried to make her way over, and when Lisa looked down there was…was a tree branch in her stomach. Testing it, she could tell that it hadn’t gone all the way through her body, only most of the way. With a sob, She slowly moved her way through the wreckage, leaving the bloody tree branch impaled in her side of the car.
"Hey…hey, it’ll be okay." She told Louise with a shaky smile, even thought she knew it was the opposite. Reaching over, she wrapped one hand in her sweater and put her other hand over the bleeding wound. "It’ll be okay…"
But, as she said those words, Louise shifted, trying to ease her pain, and her connection with Lisa’s sweater broke. With a gasp, Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, only to find herself on her knees, in the hospital courtyard.
"Oh no…" she whispered, horrified. Now she really couldn’t do anything to help…
The night was probably cold and windy, but Brainwasher didn't really feel it. One of the good sides about being a robot was that you couldn't really feel heat or cold unless it was dangerous to vital systems.
He was out on a job. Or was supposed to. He had been hired to deal a few drugs around the city, and he was going to get paid well for that. It was easy to send a brainwashing robot to do things like that, anyway. He'd never get caught.
He also made sure that the ones who hired him would not remember him. There was a chance that he'd just run off with the money, again.
There wasn't really anything to do, though. People just walked past him - probably terrified. Which was good. Brainwasher could do whatever he pleased.
And then.. Who was that? Someone walking all alone in the dark? But why would that be a good idea for someone who was obviously a woman?
He caught up to her, gently tapping her shoulder with his fingers.
"EXCUSE ME, MISS, BUT WHY ARE YOU WALKING HERE ALL ALONE?"
He wasn't sure why he thought going to a bar in the middle of the night would be a good idea. It had seemed to be the sort of thing that normal people did; they went out to bars and met people, right?
Then again, normal people didn't usually find themselves unable to sleep due to nightmares, they didn't sit alone at a small table in the corner desperately trying to blend in, and they definitely didn't sip ginger ale when everyone around them was drinking alcohol. It didn't take long for him to realize that trying his hardest to fit in only made him feel like more of an outsider.
Finishing his drink, he glanced towards the exit. Would he seem even stranger if he stayed for such a short time and left without speaking to anyone? Probably. But it was too awkward to stick around. Before he could make a move to leave, though, he noticed a woman at a nearby table glancing in his direction. He talked himself into staying right where he was; maybe she'd say something. He wasn't sure whether he hoping for that outcome or dreading it.
