Who: Rune When: Late Wednesday Night Where: On the way home
There was something satisfying in just knowing that every thing was going to work out. The mannequins he had borrowed from the Fashion Club did their job marvelously. Admittedly, in the first run he had broken a couple of arms off, but that was to be expected. After all, having material ripped from their flimsy plastic bodies wasn't part of the warranty, for sure. Rune had severely over-estimated the speed required in the first few runs, as shown by the pile of completely shredded clothes that he'd tossed on his way out. It took him five hours to get the speed and timing right. Working from the back of the Cathedral towards the front took about eighteen seconds, three seconds short of when the nuns might finally notice what he was doing. If there were more than twenty people there on Thursday morning during the holidays (which he highly doubted), Rune might have to be careful that he didn't over do it.
There was only so many ripped up uniforms and habits that he could carry at one time, after all.
Packing up the mannequins, and thanking the Fashion Club members (who were working overnight on a marvelous green dress), Rune had cleaned up his mess before heading home. Tired from the blatant overuse of power, he proceeded to walk home at a normal pace, enjoying the slowly falling snow. Due to his rough and crazy lifestyle, Rune truly enjoyed these quiet moments. It reminded him of Japan, and his occasional meditative retreats up the mountains. Even though he loved America and its culture, there was no denying that Ryuu Nakamura missed home. Badly.
Stopping at the traffic light near his home, he waited calmly at the pedestrian's crossing. Even though it was late, the clubs were just closing, which accounted for the sudden slew of taxis and limousines and expensive sports cars that were racing through the streets. One could never be too careful, especially with the snow and icy roads. Accidents weren't uncommon, and Rune was very familiar with the amount of alcohol and drugs some people consumed on their nights out. When the lights turned red, he stepped off the pavement, wondering if it was too late to phone home.
So lost in his thoughts, Rune never saw the sports car that was zipping dangerously along the road towards him. Its driver was drunk and high on drugs, eyes bloodshot and hazy as he drove in a zig-zag pattern through the street. Seeing the red light, the drunken man slammed on the accelerater.
The last thing Rune remembered was a shout of warning, followed by the glare of headlights as the car flew towards him. There was a sickening crunch and a flash of horrifyingly intense pain. Then... everything was black.