Thanks to Andreia for beta reading this story for me.
Title: The Crash
Rated: PG
Author: FinLi
June 2006
Lois Lane is returning from covering one of her very first stories for the Daily Planet and as her luck would have it, she finds herself in mortal danger. What she needs is a hero. Unfortunately, it will be a few years before she will meet the mild mannered Clark Kent or his alter ego Superman…or will it?
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The crash was deafening.
First there were the blinding headlights coming straight at her, followed by the screeching of rubber on pavement. She turned the steering wheel sharply, gasping as she felt the sickening feeling of her car skidding out of control on the wet roadway, and she braced herself as she heard the horrendous scrapping, crunching sound of the two heavy vehicles careening into each other.
The force of the collision traveled through the car, hitting Lois like a sledgehammer, bouncing her around before slamming her head into the windshield. Windows, blown out by the impact shattered, raining showers of tinkling glass down on her. Instinctively, she put her arms up to protect herself and, finally, when everything came to a screeching halt the silence was as deafening as the crash.
Dazed, she tried pushing on the crumpled driver’s side door, but it didn’t budge. Panicking, she threw her shoulder against the unyielding metal over and over, until she was bruised. She winced as pain shot through her head. Reaching up she gingerly touched her forehead, feeling something warm and slick. Pulling her hand away slowly, she grimaced as she saw that her fingers were covered in blood. “Great,” she groaned to herself.
Squinting through the shattered windshield at the other car several yards away, she wondered about the driver. She couldn’t see any movement through the hissing steam that was pouring out of the smashed radiator. “Hello?” she called out. “ Is anybody out there? Are you ok?” She strained her hearing hoping to get an answer. When no one responded, her thoughts turned back to getting out of the car. Deciding that she could crawl out through the window, she twisted in the seat, realizing for the first time that her legs were pinned under the steering wheel and the dislodged dashboard.
Beginning to feel claustrophobic, she started to struggle. Her only thought was to free herself, but when she heard a loud popping sound from under the car, her head snapped up. Her heart sank as the smell of gas drifted through the glassless windows and wisps of smoke curled up over the side of the car like ghosts, filling the interior, making her cough. Again she cried out for help, praying someone…anyone would hear her.
