Post by ebonyviper on Jun 1, 2007 12:48:45 GMT -5
Memories Lost
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction that was written for Eva's Project. Not sure if it'll be published with the others, but I felt like writing it anyway and may make this a continuation series later. The idea of this story is to show how an anthropomorphic car deals with a horrible wreck and amnesia. I had a similar experience, minus the amnesia, once and am using that for reference. Sapphire Sky, Peter Kensworth, Ebony, Flint, Rosa, Michael Cunningham, and Amanda Cunningham belong to me. Anyway, enjoy.
One more thing. I'm reposting this, so can I please have some comments on this story? Thanks.
“Ugh...”
She opened emerald green eyes to darkness and was suddenly wracked with pain arcing through her severely battered frame. Her body shook as she went into a series of violent coughs that brought up a mixture of anti-freeze and oil that dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, to which she was completely oblivious, as well as leaving a sizable puddle on the ground in front of her.
There was more coughing before the pain finally subsided... for the time being. Ebony lay there badly injured, temporarily blind, and feverishly sick. She felt dizzy and it always seemed that her insides wanted to become her outsides in the most unpleasant way.
What had happened to me? The question seemed to burn in her mind, but she couldn't find an answer. Beyond waking up just now, Ebony's mind was a total blank before that. She couldn't remember the past. Her past. Nor could she remember what she had done before.
Gasping in sudden pain when she tried to stand up, Ebony's wheels buckled from underneath her and she found herself in the same position that she was in when she fist woke up. After waiting for a couple of minutes, Ebony made another effort to stand up. She coughed up some more oil/anti-freeze mixture and started to limp across the desert in a sort of jerky motion.
Must find help...
It wasn't long until she came to the Interstate, but she had to go cautiously slow and drive, or try to drive, on the berm. She was still blind and did not want to get hit. Her body was still shaking and her breathing ragged and thick. She could feel the Doppler Effect of cars driving past her at a faster clip. No one stopped to help her... yet.
Eventually, a Superbird couple came upon her.
“Oh, my lord,” exclaimed one, a female by the sound of the voice, “What happened to you, Dear?”
Ebony stopped and focused on the voice. Her own voice came out thick and shaky. “I... can't... remember... but... I... hurt... so... much... please... help... me...”
“Don't worry,” said the other, a male, “I've already called 911. The ambulance will be here as soon as possible. We'll stay here with you until it arrives, okay?”
Pausing to take a couple of ragged breaths, Ebony replied, “Thank... you...”
It wasn't until fifteen minutes later when the ambulance arrived that Ebony was on the verge of passing out from the pain. The Superbird couple had been trying all they could to keep her awake during that time by asking her questions and making positive comments on her modifications. They learned that her name was Ebony, which was the only thing that she could really remember.
She was finally stabilized enough to be transferred into the back of the ambulance and taken to the nearest hospital where doctors worked to repair the worst of her damage, which lasted for a couple of hours until they were sure that she was out of immediate danger. Now the only thing that anyone has to worry about now was that her blindness and illness would hopefully fade away.
Ebony's first visitors were, of course, the Superbird couple. She was still groggy from surgery, but she heard them come into her private room.
“Hey, there, Sweetheart,” the female greeted softly, “How are you feeling?”
“Not that... much pain... anymore...” Ebony replied slowly, “but I'm... still really... sick... and I can't see...”
“Don't worry, that'll clear up soon,” the female 'Bird assured the tuner girl, “You'll be back up on your treads soon.”
“You helped... me... didn't you...? Who are... you...?” asked Ebony.
“We didn't want to leave you on the side of the road because of how bad you looked,” answered the male, “And allow me to introduce ourselves. My name is Michael Cunningham and this is my wife, Amanda Cunningham.”
“Ebony? Do you have family?” asked Amanda.
Here, Ebony paused for a minute, thinking this over, but could not come up with an answer for that question. “I don't... remember...”
Amanda rubbed Ebony's fender lightly in reassurance. Whatever this girl had gone through could've possibly wiped out her memory. It would be a hard blow to Ebony if she learns that she is suffering from amnesia. They will have to go about this delicately.
But Ebony had already figured it out. What she could not remember beyond her own name, she could not remember at all. There was nothing there. Just... a blank slate. She could not even remember if whether or not she had any friends before. But, she took this calmly, though, as if it was an everyday occurrence to her.
For about an hour, Michael and Amanda stayed with her until she fell asleep as the sedatives and painkillers she had been given took effect on her mind and body. She relaxed completely on her sleeping pad. The Superbird couple left her, knowing that Ebony needed peace and quiet to recover. But they'd be back later.
Ebony's dreams were all just a jumble of rainbow colors that crisscrossed each other and not having a definite pattern in which to follow. This didn't reveal any answers to what her supposed past was like, if she had one at all. This occurred several nights in a row and then stopped, seemingly to have given up hope of ever triggering at least one little fragment of memory.
Then came the day when the doctors decided that Ebony was allowed to leave the hospital. Her illness and blindness had cleared up, just like Amanda had said, but Ebony was a little startled when she saw herself in a mirror. She was a black Dodge Viper with a tuned appearance. There were even these sharp thorn-like spikes that looked to be grafted onto the sides of her front fender. She saw that she had three nitrous oxide canisters on her back window and a shogun wing.
“Kinda cool,” she said as she admired her image, which she had just seen for the first time since she had gotten her sight back.
“There you are, Sweetheart,” Amanda said as she came up to where Ebony was looking at herself in the mirror, “The doctors told us that you had been released and left the hospital. We came to find you.”
Ebony recognized the voice and turned to greet the Superbird couple who had saved her life. “H'lo.”
“Like I said before,” Michael said appreciatively, “You have a wickedly tuned appearance there, Ebony.”
“Thanks,” Ebony scuffed a tire in a sheepish attempt to hide her shyness, “but I have no idea how or why I look like this in the first place.”
“Maybe a memory will surface soon,” offered Amanda, “Anyway, would you like to come with us for something to eat? I know you must be hungry for some real food, instead of that bland stuff they served in the hospital.”
“Well, if you don't mind, I'm feeling super hungry,” replied Ebony. She had barely been able to eat while she was ill.
The Cunninghams took Ebony across town to a nice little cafe with an inviting atmosphere and a friendly appearance. It might have seemed strange to the other patrons to see a pair of Superbirds accompanied by a Viper, but neither Michael or Amanda cared at the moment and just focused on being kind to Ebony. They had taken pity on Ebony when she had said that she couldn't remember who her family and friends were, if she really had those, as well as not having a home. But they decided not to crowd or push her, but just let her decide on her own if she wants to stay with them.
But there are questions in Ebony's mind. Questions that she cannot find any answers to for the time being. What happened to me? How did my memory get erased? Is Ebony my real name? Will I ever know my past? Is there anybody out there that misses me?
It'll be a long, hard journey for Ebony to figure this all out. But she is going to have help.
Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction that was written for Eva's Project. Not sure if it'll be published with the others, but I felt like writing it anyway and may make this a continuation series later. The idea of this story is to show how an anthropomorphic car deals with a horrible wreck and amnesia. I had a similar experience, minus the amnesia, once and am using that for reference. Sapphire Sky, Peter Kensworth, Ebony, Flint, Rosa, Michael Cunningham, and Amanda Cunningham belong to me. Anyway, enjoy.
One more thing. I'm reposting this, so can I please have some comments on this story? Thanks.
“Ugh...”
She opened emerald green eyes to darkness and was suddenly wracked with pain arcing through her severely battered frame. Her body shook as she went into a series of violent coughs that brought up a mixture of anti-freeze and oil that dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, to which she was completely oblivious, as well as leaving a sizable puddle on the ground in front of her.
There was more coughing before the pain finally subsided... for the time being. Ebony lay there badly injured, temporarily blind, and feverishly sick. She felt dizzy and it always seemed that her insides wanted to become her outsides in the most unpleasant way.
What had happened to me? The question seemed to burn in her mind, but she couldn't find an answer. Beyond waking up just now, Ebony's mind was a total blank before that. She couldn't remember the past. Her past. Nor could she remember what she had done before.
Gasping in sudden pain when she tried to stand up, Ebony's wheels buckled from underneath her and she found herself in the same position that she was in when she fist woke up. After waiting for a couple of minutes, Ebony made another effort to stand up. She coughed up some more oil/anti-freeze mixture and started to limp across the desert in a sort of jerky motion.
Must find help...
It wasn't long until she came to the Interstate, but she had to go cautiously slow and drive, or try to drive, on the berm. She was still blind and did not want to get hit. Her body was still shaking and her breathing ragged and thick. She could feel the Doppler Effect of cars driving past her at a faster clip. No one stopped to help her... yet.
Eventually, a Superbird couple came upon her.
“Oh, my lord,” exclaimed one, a female by the sound of the voice, “What happened to you, Dear?”
Ebony stopped and focused on the voice. Her own voice came out thick and shaky. “I... can't... remember... but... I... hurt... so... much... please... help... me...”
“Don't worry,” said the other, a male, “I've already called 911. The ambulance will be here as soon as possible. We'll stay here with you until it arrives, okay?”
Pausing to take a couple of ragged breaths, Ebony replied, “Thank... you...”
It wasn't until fifteen minutes later when the ambulance arrived that Ebony was on the verge of passing out from the pain. The Superbird couple had been trying all they could to keep her awake during that time by asking her questions and making positive comments on her modifications. They learned that her name was Ebony, which was the only thing that she could really remember.
She was finally stabilized enough to be transferred into the back of the ambulance and taken to the nearest hospital where doctors worked to repair the worst of her damage, which lasted for a couple of hours until they were sure that she was out of immediate danger. Now the only thing that anyone has to worry about now was that her blindness and illness would hopefully fade away.
Ebony's first visitors were, of course, the Superbird couple. She was still groggy from surgery, but she heard them come into her private room.
“Hey, there, Sweetheart,” the female greeted softly, “How are you feeling?”
“Not that... much pain... anymore...” Ebony replied slowly, “but I'm... still really... sick... and I can't see...”
“Don't worry, that'll clear up soon,” the female 'Bird assured the tuner girl, “You'll be back up on your treads soon.”
“You helped... me... didn't you...? Who are... you...?” asked Ebony.
“We didn't want to leave you on the side of the road because of how bad you looked,” answered the male, “And allow me to introduce ourselves. My name is Michael Cunningham and this is my wife, Amanda Cunningham.”
“Ebony? Do you have family?” asked Amanda.
Here, Ebony paused for a minute, thinking this over, but could not come up with an answer for that question. “I don't... remember...”
Amanda rubbed Ebony's fender lightly in reassurance. Whatever this girl had gone through could've possibly wiped out her memory. It would be a hard blow to Ebony if she learns that she is suffering from amnesia. They will have to go about this delicately.
But Ebony had already figured it out. What she could not remember beyond her own name, she could not remember at all. There was nothing there. Just... a blank slate. She could not even remember if whether or not she had any friends before. But, she took this calmly, though, as if it was an everyday occurrence to her.
For about an hour, Michael and Amanda stayed with her until she fell asleep as the sedatives and painkillers she had been given took effect on her mind and body. She relaxed completely on her sleeping pad. The Superbird couple left her, knowing that Ebony needed peace and quiet to recover. But they'd be back later.
Ebony's dreams were all just a jumble of rainbow colors that crisscrossed each other and not having a definite pattern in which to follow. This didn't reveal any answers to what her supposed past was like, if she had one at all. This occurred several nights in a row and then stopped, seemingly to have given up hope of ever triggering at least one little fragment of memory.
Then came the day when the doctors decided that Ebony was allowed to leave the hospital. Her illness and blindness had cleared up, just like Amanda had said, but Ebony was a little startled when she saw herself in a mirror. She was a black Dodge Viper with a tuned appearance. There were even these sharp thorn-like spikes that looked to be grafted onto the sides of her front fender. She saw that she had three nitrous oxide canisters on her back window and a shogun wing.
“Kinda cool,” she said as she admired her image, which she had just seen for the first time since she had gotten her sight back.
“There you are, Sweetheart,” Amanda said as she came up to where Ebony was looking at herself in the mirror, “The doctors told us that you had been released and left the hospital. We came to find you.”
Ebony recognized the voice and turned to greet the Superbird couple who had saved her life. “H'lo.”
“Like I said before,” Michael said appreciatively, “You have a wickedly tuned appearance there, Ebony.”
“Thanks,” Ebony scuffed a tire in a sheepish attempt to hide her shyness, “but I have no idea how or why I look like this in the first place.”
“Maybe a memory will surface soon,” offered Amanda, “Anyway, would you like to come with us for something to eat? I know you must be hungry for some real food, instead of that bland stuff they served in the hospital.”
“Well, if you don't mind, I'm feeling super hungry,” replied Ebony. She had barely been able to eat while she was ill.
The Cunninghams took Ebony across town to a nice little cafe with an inviting atmosphere and a friendly appearance. It might have seemed strange to the other patrons to see a pair of Superbirds accompanied by a Viper, but neither Michael or Amanda cared at the moment and just focused on being kind to Ebony. They had taken pity on Ebony when she had said that she couldn't remember who her family and friends were, if she really had those, as well as not having a home. But they decided not to crowd or push her, but just let her decide on her own if she wants to stay with them.
But there are questions in Ebony's mind. Questions that she cannot find any answers to for the time being. What happened to me? How did my memory get erased? Is Ebony my real name? Will I ever know my past? Is there anybody out there that misses me?
It'll be a long, hard journey for Ebony to figure this all out. But she is going to have help.