Post by fierano on Nov 27, 2006 10:58:34 GMT -5
The doorbell rang just it had done faithfully for the last 20 years that it served the Trepane household. And just as faithfully, the member of the family closest to the front door ran to open it. This time though, it was not in anticipation of some relative or deliveryman. Otherwise the person opening it wouldn't have been worried that her daughter had been missing all night.
"Mrs. Trepane?" Sheriff Gardner stood at her doorway, hat held at the center of his chest. There was a stern yet visibly forlorn look on his face.
"Don't tell me...please don't tell me..." It was a look quickly transmitted to that of Andrea's mother.
"Look, we found the Montero...or what was left of it."
Tears started to well up in the matriarch's eyes. "Oh God...no..."
"We haven't found any remains yet, though. It's possible that she escaped her vehicle before it fell off. She could just be lost in the forest," Gardner explained, trying to keep stern.
Mrs. Trepane was already sobbing, and leaning on the Sheriff. "Please, God...I hope my baby's safe..."
"I hope so too, ma'am. I hope so too..."
===
At this moment, Andrea was racing for her life across a lonely desert road, under the baking Southwestern sun. This was odd in the sense that the Trepanes lived in a Northwestern metropolis not too far from the mountains. She could feel the wind blowing across her fascia, creating slipstreams from her roof, which was odd because humans didn't have fascias and roofs. Of course, this was easily explained by the fact that she wasn't human anymore.
When Andrea had woken up that morning, she had somehow found herself in Fresno, California, literally turned into a crossover, in many senses of the word. She had realized she had "crossed over" into some kind of parallel universe whose inhabitants were "crossovers" in that they were automobiles or other motorized vehicles with human characteristics. She had woken up as one of these crossovers, and literally AS a crossover (i.e. a CUV, specifically a 2004 Mitsubishi Endeavor in Torched Steel Blue Pearl). To add insult to injury, her specific make and model looked like a station-wagon inflated in a rounded rectangular mold.
All this had caused her initial horrific scream and violent flailing and spasming that had led several "ECU Health Department" trucks to try to restrain her. Her rage had given her a good amount of physical strength. That, combined with her newfound bulk, helped her fend off the "cars in white" and find an opening out. Several police cruisers were sent to apprehend her, but she had decided to take the scenic route, and Crown Victorias just couldn't match up. They had lost her in the desert by the time the 4x4s were dispatched.
After what seemed like hours trekking barefoot (or was it bare-tire?) she had finally found a road to somewhere, and started to race off in whatever direction she turned to first. Andrea could now see a "town" approaching fast from the horizon at 80 miles an hour. She was also getting very thirsty, as if she were literally running on fumes.
Somehow, she hoped she would run out of gas in this can't-be-real desert heat and pass out, and wake up in bed on the morning of the day she was shunted off the edge of a cliff in her Mitsubishi Montero.
"Mrs. Trepane?" Sheriff Gardner stood at her doorway, hat held at the center of his chest. There was a stern yet visibly forlorn look on his face.
"Don't tell me...please don't tell me..." It was a look quickly transmitted to that of Andrea's mother.
"Look, we found the Montero...or what was left of it."
Tears started to well up in the matriarch's eyes. "Oh God...no..."
"We haven't found any remains yet, though. It's possible that she escaped her vehicle before it fell off. She could just be lost in the forest," Gardner explained, trying to keep stern.
Mrs. Trepane was already sobbing, and leaning on the Sheriff. "Please, God...I hope my baby's safe..."
"I hope so too, ma'am. I hope so too..."
===
At this moment, Andrea was racing for her life across a lonely desert road, under the baking Southwestern sun. This was odd in the sense that the Trepanes lived in a Northwestern metropolis not too far from the mountains. She could feel the wind blowing across her fascia, creating slipstreams from her roof, which was odd because humans didn't have fascias and roofs. Of course, this was easily explained by the fact that she wasn't human anymore.
When Andrea had woken up that morning, she had somehow found herself in Fresno, California, literally turned into a crossover, in many senses of the word. She had realized she had "crossed over" into some kind of parallel universe whose inhabitants were "crossovers" in that they were automobiles or other motorized vehicles with human characteristics. She had woken up as one of these crossovers, and literally AS a crossover (i.e. a CUV, specifically a 2004 Mitsubishi Endeavor in Torched Steel Blue Pearl). To add insult to injury, her specific make and model looked like a station-wagon inflated in a rounded rectangular mold.
All this had caused her initial horrific scream and violent flailing and spasming that had led several "ECU Health Department" trucks to try to restrain her. Her rage had given her a good amount of physical strength. That, combined with her newfound bulk, helped her fend off the "cars in white" and find an opening out. Several police cruisers were sent to apprehend her, but she had decided to take the scenic route, and Crown Victorias just couldn't match up. They had lost her in the desert by the time the 4x4s were dispatched.
After what seemed like hours trekking barefoot (or was it bare-tire?) she had finally found a road to somewhere, and started to race off in whatever direction she turned to first. Andrea could now see a "town" approaching fast from the horizon at 80 miles an hour. She was also getting very thirsty, as if she were literally running on fumes.
Somehow, she hoped she would run out of gas in this can't-be-real desert heat and pass out, and wake up in bed on the morning of the day she was shunted off the edge of a cliff in her Mitsubishi Montero.
