It was his first time going to a carnival or festival, or whatever this thing was. All he knew was that there were rides and booths that would cheat you out of your money for trying to win rigged games. Jameson Rodriguez always wanted to go to a thing like this. His sister came home from one when they were younger and she told him about a ride where you stand inside of it while it spins faster and faster, pinning you to the wall. Jameson wondered how that would feel, he wanted to try and lift his arm as the ride spun at max speed.
“What’s the name of the ride?”
“That sounds lame… You sure it spins fast?”
“Yeah it’s the only one that’s designed to spin as fast as it does.”
“Jamie, I, I don’t know! I just know it spins faster than any other one, like 2 times as fast I think I heard.”
“You never know anything.”
“You ask too many questions Jamie.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, ran ahead and playfully elbowed her best friend and boyfriend in the ribs. Jameson’s girlfriend kissed him on the cheek and giggled.
“That’s why you’re going out with a scientist.”
“The group continued walking down the country road and enjoyed the ups and downs seeing the festival appear then disappear from behind the hills. By the time they arrived the sun had past it’s zenith and a cool comfortable breeze was blowing across the grounds. The line to the “Whirley-Gig” wasn’t as long as he expected. They only had to wait 8 minutes, although the group had to be split up. It didn’t matter, Jameson, his two best friends and his girlfriend all got to go on at the same time.
The buzzer sounded and the Whirley-Gig came to a stop, the sound of the electric motor winding down sent chills of excitement up Jameson’s spine. His sister got off and immediately fell over from dizziness. She laughed as she stumbled down the rest of the ramp, holding onto the railing for dear-life while swearing she was fine. Jameson and his group all stood at opposite points so they could see the looks on each others faces while trying to man-mode the ride. The people piled in and filled up every position of the Whirley-Gig. As the door closed the light-bulb blew out.
“Hah! You guys are lucky I can’t see your faces now!”
“You mean you’re lucky we can’t see yours Mr. Whiskey!”
A nickname he picked up in high school for the obvious connection to the whiskey brand. Ironically enough Jameson hated the taste of whiskey.
The an audible “clink” was heard from the motor almost as though something bounced off of it. They felt themselves rise up and starting to spin faster and faster. Jameson was waiting to feel the g-forces crush him into the wall but nothing of the sort happened to him.
“Hey guys, this is kinda lame! I barely even feel us spinning.”
After a few more thoughts to himself he started hearing some people complaining.
“It didn’t go this fast before.”
“Don’t say that, now I’m actually worried about how fast we’re spinning.”
Jameson scrunched his face in confusion.
“Are you guys serious? I barely feel an…”
He was cut off by the sounds of the other people making groaning noises. Then someone started to scream out in pain.
“STOP! STOP THE RIDE, PLEASE!!”
“Jameson! There’s something wrong! My body feels like it’s being…”
Just then the wall Jameson was connected to made a metallic groan. Jameson heard one ping then another and then a lot more. When he realized what was happening it was too late to say anything. He felt the straps loosen around his body and he couldn’t hear anything but everything looked as if he were in slow motion he saw light start to pour into the Whirley-Gig. Then, just as he felt himself completely separate from the Whirley-Gig he saw the shear terror in everyones eyes. His friends looked towards him with faces forcing to restrain the pain they were feeling, one had already passed out. He locked eyes with one of the other people on the ride and noticed there was no life in them and blood was leaking from the mans’ nose and ears. Jameson’s hearing came back just enough to hear the wind rushing past his ears as he flew through the air.
He saw the ground rushing towards him and he reflexively put his hands and legs out in front of him, as if they’d break his fall and not just be the first things to be crushed.
Jameson’s sister had regained her balance in time to see Jameson’s section flung from the ride and she caught a glimpse of his bright green shirt and screamed in terror as many other people were. Two more sections were flung off the Whirley-Gig before the engineers were able to regain some control of the electronics and they slowed the ride down as fast as they could without causing further harm to the 17 people left inside or to what was left of the rides stability arms. As it came down it dug a trench into the ground throwing more metal all over the place. It caught traction and nearly ripped out the support beams that were planted 10 feet underground. It stopped just before crushing the engineers that were attacking the electronics.
A few cries of pain were heard coming from the shredded Whirley-Gig and it took a few seconds for people and emergency personnel to run into the horror-ride.
“Please don’t move anyone, you might cause further harm to them!”
There was a media circus outside of the hospital. Reporters from the surrounding counties had shown up in front of the hospital hoping to get a chance to talk to survivors and one person in particular. Jameson’s sister was watching the news, they were playing a clip for the umpteenth time that evening. It was of Jameson being flung from the Whirley-Gig and sailing through the air. When it landed with Jameson face down everyone in the hospital room cringed then looked towards Jameson who was watching the footage, shocked as much as everyone else was. A little crater formed and the Whirley-Gig section split nearly in half with Jameson unconscious underneath it, his legs bored into the ground and his hands were propping up his unconscious body.
The towns hospital was small so when they saw nothing wrong with him after x-rays and other tests they told him to wait in the waiting room with the rest of his friends and family. He wasn’t to stand or leave the wheel chair he had been confined to. Even though he had been bombarded with questions he remained silent. His main thoughts focused on his best friends and his girlfriend. All three had severe internal hemorrhaging like everyone else on the ride and were as unconscious as the others as well. Most of the 18 survivors had fallen into a coma. Jameson started rolling back towards where his friends were being operated on without saying a word.
“Wait stupid, you’re not allowed to wheel yourself anywhere remember?”
Anna walked over to her brother and started pushing him.
“I don’t know.”
She pushed him to the door of the room he and his friends stuff were in. One of his friends had already left surgery and was now lying in this room in a coma. Jameson looked at his sister confused as to why she brought him here instead of the surgery wing.
“We… we can’t be there, you know that. We’ll just be in their way.”
Jameson stood up and grabbed his friends hand.
“This is fucked…”
On the other side of the world, in the Swiss Alps, a group of people are reviewing the news footage and trying to figure out what to make of it.
“I’ve taken to just calling him “The Opposition”.”
“That’s cute sweety, but why?”
“I hate when you call me that Siren.”
The girl swipes at the see through screen in front of her and it slides out of her way, giving her a clear line of sight at Siren. She gives her a death glare from her red and yellow heterochromic eyes, to which Siren merely laughs gleefully.
“I call him that because his body seems to nullify any oppositional force that acts upon it, whether he’s unconscious or not.”
“So he was unconscious when he landed?”
“I’m not sure, the videos don’t show his face. It’s just a calculated guess.”
“A calculated guess from you is damn near 100%.”
“A guess is still a guess.”
“You’re right, sorry. Tyler, what do you think?”
“I think he could help us, if he wanted to at least.”
“Therein lies our problem then.”
A woman with hair that seems as if it’s changing colour taps on the coffee table in front of her.
“The three of us could go as a family, meeting some relative.”
“You, Tyler and sweety?”
An eraser bounces off the womans head as she says sweety and she laughs obnoxiously.
“Well, if you guys want to then I have no problems with it. You’ll have to make it quick though. There’s no knowing what’ll happen between now and when you three arrive. The town might try and kill him.”
“Quick and painless Siren, like your death if you call me sweety one more time. We’ll get him.”
“Ok ok, I’ll stop. For now.”
The woman says with a smile as she vanishes into thin air.
“Dad, I wanna fight her, can I fight her?”
“No. What you will do my 19 year old, is get your gear and your mothers ready for the trip, with your mothers help.”
The girl swipes down at the screen in front of her and it disappears into a cylinder sitting on the floor. She grabs it while standing up and walks through a bulk head, The woman with colour changing hair following right after, ruffling the hair on Tyler’s head as she passes him.
“You’re such a slow eater.”
“I’m just savouring the meal I prepared Rachel.”
Rachel walks after her daughter through the bulk-head as Tyler finishes his food.