Foot to hoof

A massive screech ripped through Blake's eardrums as his father put all his force onto the break pedal.

The huge tree came crashing down in an instant, but to Blake it felt like he was watching a black and white slow motion film, he watched as the tree made a connection with the ground just infront of the car, for a moment he felt his heart stop, not believing his father's quick reactions.

Both occupants of the car sat there silently as the rain continued pouring down just as heavy as before. Despite the silence only lasting for just over a minute it felt like hours to Blake.

   "W-Well, that was certainly a close one."

Blake's father was the first to break the silence.

   "Yeah."

Blake was still trying to come to terms with how close he was to death.

   "N-Nice r-reactions by the way."

His father nodded, feeling as if enough conversation had been exchanged.

Right now both of them just wanted to get home, well in one piece at least. After a moment of contemplating the incident Blake's father stepped out of the car to examine the tree. He wanted to see if it was possible to move it as it blocked the road.

He approached it, now completely covered in rain water and gave it a nudge, this nudge then became a more forceful pushing movement.

No matter how hard he tried he could not move it. He went over the thought of using the car but came to the conclusion that it would probably cause the car to skid on the spot in the puddles eventually wrecking the engine and tyres.

He returned to the car and just opened the door.

  "C'mon kid, we are going to have to walk the rest of the way."

Blake's father had a hint of anger lingering in his voice but he knew there was nothing he could do about it.

  "What about the car?"

Blake did not actually care much for his father's possessions but this got him from A to B and to him it was vital.

  "I can leave it here til morning, I will call the insurance company later and talk to them about it. Now come on I am soaking here I wanna get home."

Blake let out a sigh and began to undo his seatbelt, it was then the sound of skids caught his father's attention.

He twisted his neck towards the sound and to his horror saw what seemed like an out of control car. It was going even faster than he was before and a blurred face of the driver appeared to be one of horror.

He could only watch as the driver hysterically attempted to turn the wheel but the car was not about to move for him as it slid around the bed and was heading straight for the Ford Blake was sitting in.

Blake's father let out a shout as Blake was about to open his door.

What happened next felt like an eternity for everyone involved.

The front of the speeding car flew into the back of the Ford, denting it heavily and crushing the boot compartment inward, the back windscreen cracked and shattered as the force rippled through the car, eventually reaching the middle.

One of the back door's hinges snapped causing half of it to come out of place and hang from the side of the car.

The opposite door bent inward and became warped as the locking system embedded itself into the carbon fibre which separated it from the front doors.

The force of the impact had shot its way to the front of the car, the drivers seat had practically snapped in half, barely hanging on by a few threads in the leather.

Blake's seat bent and twisted as he was violently ejected from it. He was tossed out of the front windscreen creating a massive hole in it which was then made worse by the force of the impact crushing it just after he went airborne.

When his arm connected forcefully with the windscreen, the bone snapped against the reinforced glass, which proved to be useless during the incident.

By the time his entire body had left the crippled vehicle, he had multiple laceration and shards of glass protruding from his skin.

He flew four metres over the front of the car and the tree before slamming hard against the ground. This caused his shoulder to become dislocated as the sound of snapping bones and bodily fluids splashing filled the air along with the sound of rain crashing down from the sky.

His body twisted in all sorts of manners as he hit the ground, this caused him to roll off the road down the side of a steep hill.

His father could only watch helplessly as his son was tossed down the hill, crashing against trees on his way down.

By this point he was unconscious and completely unaware that his body was now a human rag-doll.

After multiple clashes against trees his body came to a rest in a small embankment of dirt. He lay there covered in blood, twisted and broken, the rain still falling with no sign of slowing.

His face was bloodstained and bruised to such an extent he was almost unrecognisable.

His body was broken and battered, he was in such a state that he might as well of been dead.