Distraught and Dismembered

canned_beef · Flaming Burner Of Wasps Joined: Feb 04, 2008 Posts: 5

Prologue

“Jenni! Omigosh! Omigosh! SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!” Elizabeth Parr, Jennifer Sarna’s best friend, since age two, was now grieving over the probable loss of her friend. It had happened incredibly fast, and she never caught any of it. All she saw was a streak of crimson bolting in front of her, hitting Jenni. The next thing she knew, Jenni was on the ground, lying motionless, her lungs moving up and down slowly, a sign she was still breathing.

An ambulance quickly parked next to the young girl, her long, green hair sprawled out across the pavement, her arm bloody and looking limp, her legs and pants soaked in blood. Elizabeth was standing there, watching shocked as they took her into the van, Jenni still breathing.

Sitting along side Jenni, she had forgotten one thing, this van was the same color as the one that had ran her best friend over. Crimson. She would never forget that color. And on the inside of the ambulance was a small mural of fire with large, black, fancy letters saying on thing, “PyroTek Medical Industries.”

Elizabeth knew about PyroTek. Apparently, they were specialized in robotics, and even medical care. She knew things would go well, oh so very well. Then, why was she scared something worse than death is about to occur to her best friend? Jenni was always smart and beautiful, and dying her hair silly colors, mostly green or blue, and even sometimes a deadly looking dark red. She was always sociable, and always making good grades. Why and how could this happen to her? And what is in store for her future?

The ambulance parked outside a large crimson building, and as Elizabeth stepped out, she knew this was no hospital, and she feared dearly for her friend. “Jennifer,” she whispered softly, “good God, I hope you’ll be okay. This building doesn’t look all too friendly.”

Chapter 1: Awake and Alone, The Tale Begins.

Jennifer Sarna awoke naked, with naught but a large blanket covering her, in the middle of a large alleyway.She had remembered blacking out after being hit by crimson, just crimson. She removed the large blanket as she stood up, walking naked around the city, staying close to the shadows of the alleys, finding a way to her home. It took her roughly thirty good minutes, as her internal clock, which she could now clearly see, told her. She stepped inside.

It was quite late, about 1:55 AM, so she snuck up the stairs to her right quietly and carefully. She entered the bathroom door, and the first thing she saw was her reflection in the mirror. She was tall, looking almost like she was eight feet, seven inches tall. She was tall, all right, very tall. It was normal for her, though. She was BORN tall. But that didn’t matter right now. She simply noted her physique in the mirror, unnaturally large ass, and nothing much different from before the crash. Nevertheless, she needed to go to bed.

She left the bathroom quietly, went left into her room, an empty pink area, with naught but a computer, bed, closet, and a dresser. She dressed, putting on a pink bra, with green laces, and a thong to match. Her special “bedtime underwear” as she had apparently called it. She put on a pair of shorts, brown plaid, with a tan waistband, and a short, brown shirt which said “Nine days to lose” on it in tan letters, with a picture of a sepia-toned baseball on it. She got into bed, and initiated sleep.

The very next morning, she woke up at 7:15 AM. Today was Monday, October 15. School starts in two hours. She got out of bed and changed into new clothes. Baggy, dark blue jeans that fit naturally now, however only going down to the tip of her ankles, blue socks, and blue shoes, a blue t-shirt that clearly showed her belly, and blue cotton gauntlets that went up to her elbows.

She went straight into the bathroom after that, noting her reflection again. She dyed her hair a dark blue, to match her clothes, it took about fifteen minutes altogether to dye her hair and put on her clothes. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, which went down to her shoulders, and exited the bathroom.

She picked up her backpack and left the house, after saying goodbye to her mother. She waited outside at the bus stop, with her best friend in the world, Elizabeth Parr, who caught her up on everything that had happened in the twenty-one days she was out.

“I’ve been out for twenty-one days?” Jennifer said, shocked.

“Yes, you have. It was amazing you even survived the process of the brain transfer. You’re an amazing girl, you know that, don’t you Jenni?” Elizabeth replied, wondering why her friend would ask a question.

“But still, Elli, I can’t shake the feeling something’s changed . . . I don’t know what, though.”

“Jenni, I know it will be tough for you, and I’m having the same feeling that something’s different, too. I couldn’t shake the feeling even after I left the building you were taken to.” They talked for quite a while, going back and forth with each other, avoiding the subject of the mysterious car crash.

At about 8:55 AM, a bus pulled up in front of Jennifer and Elizabeth, and opened up its doors. Taking a seat together in the back-left seat, they continued to talk, reaching the school at about 9:05 AM.

Tertia High School was a large high school, able to hold about 50,000 people. Half the population of the town of Westrise, Ohio. Only about 40,000 kids use the school, but it’s packed anyway, and everybody there knows who Jennifer Sarna is. She is the most popular and respected student there, and nobody would seem to want to have it any other way.