was something completely different, something completely unexpected. Over the next few minutes of his life, everything that Owen ever believed in… changed.
Chapter Twelve
Date: November 23rd 2035 (Two Weeks Earlier)
Location: Redford Avenue, New York
“You alright?” Owen asked playfully from the passenger seat, loosening up his bow tie around his neck from the only suit that he owned.
“Yeah, I’m okay," Annie Archer said without looking his way. keeping her eyes fixed on the road as she drove the two of them back home to their apartment on the opposite side of the city. "Whats up?"
“You just seem quiet, that’s all,” he replied, reaching his hand over and placing it on her knee as she drove. It rested at the bottom of her expensively elegant black dress which clung to her figure magnificently. She turned her head quickly and shot him a smile from the drivers seat. Her long dark hair flicked outwards as she moved.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, don’t worry. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” she asked, classically changing the subject away from her.
“Not really. You know I hate parties like that.”
Annie sighed. “These are the people that I work with Owen. You have to socialise sometimes, you know that right?”
“I know, I know. They weren’t that bad I suppose. But then again, on the plus side, at least they don’t have these get togethers often.”
She tutted at his anti-socialistic nature as they drove on without another word on the subject. The radio played out in the car, filling the gap in conversation that hung between them. Some new indie pop band that Owen had never heard of before played through the speakers in the car. Admittedly, it was a catchy song, but just like the party he had managed to wiggle out of, it wasn’t really his sort of thing.
He sat half listening to the music as he stared out the window, at the nightlife of the New York City streets before him. The rain was absolutely pouring down from above, dramatically hindering his view of the city before him. It's a miracle that Annie can even drive in these conditions…
But there was one thing that the rain couldn’t quite block out.
In the distance, looking severely out of place in the rain, Owen saw a man standing still on the sidewalk, looking down at the ground. The rain that was throwing it down from above didn't seem to phase him. This man stood perfectly still, wearing a long brown trench coat which hung down over his body and stretched down to his ankles.
In his right hand, he held a gun.
Owen raised his eyebrows as he watched the man in the trench coat intently, and as their car moved forwards, something even more out of place appeared next to him.
"Annie?" Owen asked gently as he continued to stare out of the window. He quickly turned his head around to look at Annie, to see if she had noticed the same thing that he had, but she was too focused on the road in front of her to see it.
Next to the man in the trench coat, and now in full view of Owen, was another man. His hands were bound behind his back and he was crouched down on his knee’s, with a black bag over his head.
That’s when everything seemed to happen too fast for Owen to comprehend.
“OWEN!” Annie screamed from behind him, scaring him half to death. He snapped his head around to look at where they were going.
But the problem wasn’t in front of them. It was to the side of them.
He quickly looked over at Annie, her voice urgently calling out to him, and that was when he saw it.
There was a huge white van heading straight for the side of their car. Owen felt Annie swing the steering wheel to the right to try and escape the monstrous van’s oncoming path, but it was just too late.
Annie screamed.
Owen held his breath.
A shockwave fired through their car as the van smashed directly into the driver’s side of their vehicle. The impact was so forceful that it almost instantly flipped their car over.
Owen's entire body
Chapter Twelve
Date: November 23rd 2035 (Two Weeks Earlier)
Location: Redford Avenue, New York
“You alright?” Owen asked playfully from the passenger seat, loosening up his bow tie around his neck from the only suit that he owned.
“Yeah, I’m okay," Annie Archer said without looking his way. keeping her eyes fixed on the road as she drove the two of them back home to their apartment on the opposite side of the city. "Whats up?"
“You just seem quiet, that’s all,” he replied, reaching his hand over and placing it on her knee as she drove. It rested at the bottom of her expensively elegant black dress which clung to her figure magnificently. She turned her head quickly and shot him a smile from the drivers seat. Her long dark hair flicked outwards as she moved.
“There’s nothing wrong with me, don’t worry. Did you enjoy yourself tonight?” she asked, classically changing the subject away from her.
“Not really. You know I hate parties like that.”
Annie sighed. “These are the people that I work with Owen. You have to socialise sometimes, you know that right?”
“I know, I know. They weren’t that bad I suppose. But then again, on the plus side, at least they don’t have these get togethers often.”
She tutted at his anti-socialistic nature as they drove on without another word on the subject. The radio played out in the car, filling the gap in conversation that hung between them. Some new indie pop band that Owen had never heard of before played through the speakers in the car. Admittedly, it was a catchy song, but just like the party he had managed to wiggle out of, it wasn’t really his sort of thing.
He sat half listening to the music as he stared out the window, at the nightlife of the New York City streets before him. The rain was absolutely pouring down from above, dramatically hindering his view of the city before him. It's a miracle that Annie can even drive in these conditions…
But there was one thing that the rain couldn’t quite block out.
In the distance, looking severely out of place in the rain, Owen saw a man standing still on the sidewalk, looking down at the ground. The rain that was throwing it down from above didn't seem to phase him. This man stood perfectly still, wearing a long brown trench coat which hung down over his body and stretched down to his ankles.
In his right hand, he held a gun.
Owen raised his eyebrows as he watched the man in the trench coat intently, and as their car moved forwards, something even more out of place appeared next to him.
"Annie?" Owen asked gently as he continued to stare out of the window. He quickly turned his head around to look at Annie, to see if she had noticed the same thing that he had, but she was too focused on the road in front of her to see it.
Next to the man in the trench coat, and now in full view of Owen, was another man. His hands were bound behind his back and he was crouched down on his knee’s, with a black bag over his head.
That’s when everything seemed to happen too fast for Owen to comprehend.
“OWEN!” Annie screamed from behind him, scaring him half to death. He snapped his head around to look at where they were going.
But the problem wasn’t in front of them. It was to the side of them.
He quickly looked over at Annie, her voice urgently calling out to him, and that was when he saw it.
There was a huge white van heading straight for the side of their car. Owen felt Annie swing the steering wheel to the right to try and escape the monstrous van’s oncoming path, but it was just too late.
Annie screamed.
Owen held his breath.
A shockwave fired through their car as the van smashed directly into the driver’s side of their vehicle. The impact was so forceful that it almost instantly flipped their car over.
Owen's entire body
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