Silent Fracture

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Frankie sat at the curb and watched as the qualified medical professionals cared for the others first. When she had explained her own position in the medical field, the EMTs felt confident she had not been in critical enough condition to force their hand and tended to the bleeding women, children and men who were unable to escape in enough time.

It was unreal. This was a gap in the world, not just her own. Nearly a mile down the fine men and women of the city were trying to wrap their heads around the catastrophe. It didn’t take long for cameras to show up as the sound of helicopters, soothing almost to Frankie’s ears, were humming in the distance.

She was so numb. She had become utterly numb to her world. It could have been shock, her hand bleeding now from how tightly she had been gripping that last surviving piece of paper, all others washed away into the drains or hole. She was instructed to leave, the site now being deemed as hazardous as the cause was far from known.

A crowd of people pushed her to the back alley which led to a hoard of black vehicles waiting to take them away. This was not the police or the EMTs but an escort for all survivors who did not have injuries. Much like Frankie, the people who surrounded her, the people who she had lived with for nearly two years now and yet had hardly known, were silent and shaken. The event was the kind which would go down in history and they had lived it.

She didn’t have her phone or any identification. The realization over her situation as truly setting in and she started to fear what she would do. There wasn’t much in savings and her parents were the only people who had copies of any identification she needed to get her ID and social security card back. After the scene Osiris had dangled in front of her sister they would not be willing to help her, not even provide a place to stay.

Slapping herself over rejecting renter’s insurance, Frankie rested her face into her cold, wet hands, one still bloody, and let out a deep breath. Officials put them into vehicles and they were driven as far from the site as they could get all of the functioning people.

Frankie didn’t know how long they had been driving but it must have been a while. By the time she started to tune back into reality she was unable to properly identify the surroundings of the vehicle on the long empty tar of a business complex they had now been parked out.

They were let out of the vehicles where about 50 people piled around and stood. Before them was a long row of government officials in black suits with sunglasses. In the center were two men, A shorter, fatter political looking figure and a tall thin man with glasses who resembled the same position. Frankie got a suspicious feeling immediately. She looked around to the others who had been equally confused by the scene.

To her right was a woman who she had only passed by once or twice in the halls of her former apartment complex. The girl had something of a complex energy about her, one Frankie couldn’t quite pin point. While most of those around her were either terrified or confused, this girl was standing prepared for a battle.

She was not as tall as Frankie but a tall girl, probably 5’11 or so with dark brown eyes, black hair and paper white skin. Around her eyes were a heavy black makeup, somewhat smeared from her lack of sleep as Frankie happened to know she was a night shift employee, hence their minimal interaction. She had on a pair of black sweats, a hoodie and black Nike tennis shoes.

Months ago, in the Cedar Times, Frankie had read an article about the most popular club in town, The Event, and how a female bouncer had kicked the mayor out for groping some of the go-go dancers. Initially it came as a shock until he came out as an adulterer.