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***Another blue ball shot through the glass, it went straight down the bus, and out the front window, shattering the glass.  The driver screamed in pain as the glass peirced his face. Blood trickled down his chocolate skin. The bus swerved and flew off the road, crashing down the hill and through the trees.***

Victor's ears were pulsing with the sounds of screams and crashes.  Windows broke and metal crushed, it was all he could do to keep himself in between his seat and the one infront of him.  With a thundering crash of crunching metal the bus came to an abrubt stop.  Victor lunged forward, slaming the side of his head into the hard plastic infront of him.

"urgh" he said loudly as he brought his hands to his head, he shifted through his hair, but felt no blood. Victor lay there, curled up in a ball, trying to focus. He could hear the little girl crying, but he didnt hear her mother trying to comfort her.  He could hear others crying aswell, and moaning. he heard Cedric curse, then louldy call out Patricks name, then Victors. "Yeah," he replied quietly.

"Are you two alright?" he asked, when they both assured they were fine he asked the whole bus. "Is everyone alright?" his only response was the crying and moaning. Victor saw Cedric wobble to his feet.  He clasped one of the seats to retrieve balance. Then he wobbled down the bus to the crying girl. Victor got to his knees and whatched as Cedric pulled the weak girl from her crambed place in between the seats.

"Mommy," she said between sobs. Cedric sat the girl on the floor and placed two fingers on the womans neck, then sighed. oh no, thought Victor, oh my god, please no. He scrambled to his feet, stumbling over the groaning patrick. He crawled to the girl and embraced her, when he peered up at her deceased mother he gaged at the sight of a metal pole sprouting from her blood covered chest. He knew it must of been one of the tall poles that broke off, it must have flown back and....he didnt want to think about it.

"Shhh, its okay," he choked out, soothing the girl.

"Mommy," the girl sobed, she looked at the pole, then shoved her face into Victor's shoulder. He couldnt help but cry as he held her. Cedric was now movig down the dark bus. He came to the old couple. The husband was lying on the floor in a odd position and the womans head was smashed into the bloody window. First he reached over to the woman, placing two fingers on her neck.  He sighed and knelt next to the old man.  He looked up at Victor, and at Patrick whom was know limping down the bus. He shook his head, then moved on to the moaning woman. He knelt next to her.

"Are you alright?"

"My arm," she cried. Cedric helped the woman as Patrick worked his way over to the guy with the glasses. He shook him, and when he got no responce he checked the pulse, then quickley turned his ear to the guys mouth.

"Victor," Patrick called, "help me, he's alive but not concious." Not wanting to leave the girl, Victor grabbed her hand and pushed himself to his feet.  The girl clung to his legs as he stumbled towards Patrick. He told the girl to let go as he and Patrick pulled the guy from his spot, lying him on the floor.

"Will he be okay?" asked Victor.

"Yeah, hes barely hurt, he'll be fine."  Victor and Patrick sat next to the mans limp body breathing hard. The girl stood behind them, absolulty silent now.

"We need to get out of here," grumbled Cedric as he lifted the woman to her feet.

"We need to call the police, my cellphone is in my-"

"No police." Cedric ordered.