Jan 11, 2009 16:02
The sky was dark as Cinder Kole pulled into a parking lot of a beach. The waves were vicious and merciless. It was pouring rain, the loud sound of thunder crashing through the eerie night. She ran out of the car, almost running into the waves. She fell to her knees on the sandy beach, letting out an agony-filled scream. Her cry was lost in the thunder. But it didn’t surpass the ears of two boys walking calmly down the beach, used to the weather.
Cinder got up, silently facing her car. She suddenly kicked the grill, easily crushing the frame. Next, she easily smashed the windshield with her fist, shattering it into a million little pieces. She stomped on the hood, turning it upwards and finally laid down on the top, crossing her legs and resting her hands behind her head.
The rain mixed with her tears, making her heavy make-up run but she didn’t care. Her breathing was ragged and shallow; she was trying to calm herself down, trying to get over her fear. But with each breath, a wave of anxiety flowed through her body, producing more tears and a crushed soul.
The boys watched her for hours, interested in her behavior. One boy in particular was wondering how she harnessed so much power and could easily destroy a car with her bare hands. After about three hours, the storm let up, little rays of sun peaking through the still dark rain-clouds. They could easily see the damage done to the car. The paint was all scratched, the front end practically gone, and the windshield was glittering on the ground.
She never moved, never fidgeted or changed her position. The only thing that was moving was her stomach, the clear movement of it going up and down, the only thing that the boys could tell she was still alive. They slowly made their way over to her, careful to be silent and not wake her, if she was even sleeping, that is.
“Can I help you?”
The voice startled the boys, making them jump in surprise.
“I can tell you’ve been watching me. It’s quite…. Disturbing to say the least,” Cinder said, never moving.
“We just want to make sure you’re okay,” the head of the group said. He sounded young, no older than 25. She moved for the first time in five hours, her joints cracking in protest. She groaned as she got up, settling on sitting on the top, swinging her legs over the side. The boys could hear every crack of her bones and the internally winced.
Cinder studied their faces. They both looked the same. Dark hair, shoulder length, dark eyes, tan skin, dazzling white teeth. They could not see her but they could tell she was white, obviously not from here.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“We live here. I’m Sam. This is Jacob. What about you?” he said, nodding his head a little in her direction.
“Cinder. I come from Arizona. I was transferred her for….. personal reasons.” The boys could obviously tell there was more to it than that but could also tell she was never going to say anything more than that.
“Are you going to be staying down in La Push? If you are, I can easily tell you where you need to go,” Sam offered. She let out a wry laugh.
“I’m actually staying in Forks. I just……..got lost, you could say.” This triggered something in Jacob’s head. She was from Arizona and staying in Forks. Maybe she had connections with Bella.
“Do you know a girl named Bella Swan?” he asked out of curiosity. She shook her head. She looked at a watch that was on her wrist.
“I have to go. But, uh, maybe I’ll see you later,” Cinder said, jumping of the top of the car and landing on the cold concrete. The top of the car was dented under her weight, which was fairly surprising seeing as she was skinny. She opened the car door, even though it almost fell off. She backed out of the parking space quickly, leaving black tire marks and the smell of burning rubber.
“What are you thinking?” Sam asked Jacob, noticing the look of awe on his face.
“Nothing,” he replied in a daze, eyes not wavering from where her car had just been.
“Just wait, There’ll be a whole forbidden romance type of thing and then the world will go to hell,” Sam mumbled under his breath, dragging Jacob by his collar to get him home.
About 45 minutes later, Cinder arrived at a beautiful Victorian-style house. One wall was pure glass. The sun was shining brightly now, the silver paint of Cinder’s car sparkling. She got out and popped the trunk open, lifting two dark grey bags and a guitar case out.
“She’s here,” a girl said from inside the house.
twilight