Young Writers Society

*Chapter 2 Continued and End*

Despite his mastermind and his lack of conscience he began to think of what he had just done. He couldn’t help but realize that as much as he despised the old man it still was his father.

“Johnthan what have you done?” asked a voice right beside him.

“Who might you be?”Johnathan demanded, trying to concentrate on the road.

“ I’m what you could call your conscience but since you really don’t have one, I’m just a figment of your imagination.

“Really and how is that?” Johnathan said, “ I’m a murderer, I have very

little imagination.”

“Nonsense, I’m here aren’t I?” asked the voice.

“I don’t know.” Johnthan said.

“No matter, the reason I am here Johnathan is to warn you that if your

actions continue, you will be taken out eventually.” the voice said.

“How so?” asked Johnthan.

“You’ve killed your father that is strike one.” the voice replied , “ Here’s how it works, as you begin to kill the ones you love, they will soon want revenge. Four strikes and your time will be up. Being that this is strike number one, they have gotten their first revenge.”

“What’s that?” asked Johnthan.

“Wake up and see.” the voice said, and instantly Johnathan awoke from his sleep to see a wall and his car smashed in, while sirens went off and a firefighter tried to get him out.

“Sir can you here me?” asked the Firefighter.

“Yes.” Johnathan said groggily as his senses came back to him and his head began to hurt.

“You’re lucky to be alive.” the Firefighter said.

“How so?” asked Johnathan.

“Some guy cut you off and you ran into this brick wall and apparently blacked out until now.” the Firefighter said.

“But I don’t remember any...” Johathan began, but just then realized that he had at one point looked into the seat beside him, in hopes that he would see just what he was talking to but with no avail.

“As I said sir, you’re fortunate to be alive.” the Firefighter said trying very hard to open the door but with little luck, “ But we have to be very careful because if your engine goes up in smoke we could all die.”

“Why is that?” asked Johathan, turning his head just slightly to notice that the wall he had run into was the side of a gas station building, “ I see.”

“So we have to get you out quickly and carefully.” the Firefighter said.

“Try and hurry.” Johnathan said as calmly as possible.

“We’re doing all that we can.” the Firefighter said, “ Sir, the police have found a gas leak from your car and if we don’t get you out now, you will die, so we want you to try and climb out of the window.”

Johnathan slowly unbuckled his seatbelt and smashed what was left of the window and tried to climb out but his left leg was completely broken, so the firefighter had to pull him the rest of the way out and carried him off to the ambulance. Where exactly five seconds after Johnathan was wheeled away his car went up in flames and within a minute the entire gas station including everyone inside or out exploded as Johnathan’s ambulance drove away.

“Like I said, everything happens for a reason and if you do this again your punishment will be more severe, but you will survive. Don’t let it get to strike four because it will be your last.” the voice said once again.

“Your last.” the words rang in Johnathan’s head as he was driven to the emergency room, as he was given a cast and when he was finally released two days later. The words would never leave him, and yet the words meant absolutely nothing to him. After all to him this was all a dream and dreams have no relevance right? On the other hand, Johnathan thought it might be a good idea to see a psychiatrist just incase.

Chapter 3 The Visit- (Please Keep In Mind, I have been over busy, so this may not be the best)

Johnathan had never been to a doctors office before, let alone a phyciatric hospital, but he figured he was probably way over due. At any rate, as he walked into... ( will finish later)