Mydnight Symphony

Mydnight Symphony Ch. 1 Jasmyn

CHAPTER ONE

Under the piles of rocks and debris lay a hand. A creamy, light beige hand, one with ruby red fingenails; now cracked and broken, once long and beautiful.  He lifted the hand up, surprised to see that it was still connected to an arm, hidden underneath the rocks.

He let the hand drop from his fingers, and strained to pick up the rock. It wasn't heavy, however he was weak. His hands trembled as he finally pushed the rock aside. He gasped.

The woman could be no older than twenty-five. She was about average height, 5'7'' maybe? She lay curled up, her knees slightly bent, her eyes closed. Her face and most of her shoulders were bruised, scratched, and bloodied. Her shoulder length, orange hair seemed to stay in the perfect style it was in, despite her predicament.

The straps on her peachy floral dress were torn. He reached up to fix them, when he noticed the torn handbag next to her. He picked it up and opened her wallet, the first thing that he found. Her driver's license - issued in the state of Massachusetts. What was she doing here, wherever here was?

His eyes traveled to her name, Jasmyn Miller. It had a poetic ring to it. He looked back inside her bag. Something metal fell out and clunked against the ground. He picked it up. It was a badge. The young woman was a federal agent?

His gaze fluttered to the wallet he was holding in his other hand. He pulled out Jasmyn's driver license and looked at her age. She was born August 14, 1985. That meant she was only twenty-seven years old.

He was about to put Jasmyn's wallet back in her bag when he noticed another card. It wasn't a credit card, it was actually another ID! He pulled it out and looked at the picture. It was the same young woman who was lying in the dirt. However, the name on the card was different. Erica Del Woodsley. He looked at the picture again. It was definitely the same red haired woman, though the birth date on her license made her thirty-seven years old.

Who was this strange woman? He thought. Is she Erica, Jasmyn, or even worse, somebody else? Why was she the only person who had not been incinerated in the fiery path of destruction? Was this young individual was even human?

Suddenly, without warning, the woman's hand started to twitch rapidly. She softly kicked her foot and very faintly coughed. With the little energy he had left, he sprinted towards the large boulder and vanished behind it, but not before he saw her sit up, groan, and cough very loudly.