Manufactured Fate. Prologue: A Family of three stand by the doorway of the front door of their house. The young boy stands with tears streaming down his face. He is young only about 3 or 4 but he still understands what his happening. His father, dressed in a high class military uniform is hugging his wife, the boy’s mother They exchange words which the young boy can not quite here. The soldier then kneels down in front of the young boy and rests his hand on the boys shoulder. 'Son, I have to go away again... be a good boy, do your chores and look after your mother', he wiped the tears from his sons face. Holding back tears himself he slid a ring from his hand and handed it to his distraught son. 'I want you to look after this... until I get back'. He placed it in his sons hand and folded his small fingers over it. The boy opened his hand and focused on the small skull protruding from the ring...he quickly turned his attention back to his father. ‘Fate will have all three of us together again’ he said to his beloved wife and son. He then smiled to his wife, patted his son on his head and left, Never to be seen by his family again. 2002 A young man in his early twenties emerges from a pile of blankets which only just still resembles a bed. He quickly glances at his radio alarm clock which reads 9:01 am, shakes his head and mumbles 'useless' while he swipes the alarm clock off his bedside table sending it crashing to the floor. The young dishevelled man then quickly gets up and walks over to mirror on the door of his wardrobe. He quickly tries to flatten his dark wavy brown hair down to make it tidy, opens the wardrobe door pulls out the only suit in the wardrobe and hastily gets dressed. He notices his phone flashing and vibrating on the floor, he picks it up. ‘Where are you? You’re late again’ whispered a soft female voice. ‘I know I know, cover for me… say car troubles or something’ he replied in a raspy voice. ‘Fine but this is the last time Owen and I mean it this time’ the girl whispered. Owen sighed. ‘Thank you Megan’. He slowly placed the phone into his pocket and then realised he was wasting time. He quickly advanced to the door and then ran to his car. Owen turned the ignition hoping it would start, the car rumbled for a few seconds and then the 8 cylinder engine roared to life. It was an old 1974 Holden Kingswood sedan, the yellow paint had faded, and the car was a bit beaten up, but Owen had inherited from his Grandfather and he loved it to death. As Owen was driving he was mulling over what excuse he would use when he eventually made it to work. He slowed as he approached a red light at a large intersection, hitting the steering wheel with frustration. He sighed with relief when he noticed it had changed to a green light. As he accelerated through the intersection a large black four wheel drive went straight through a red light without hesitation heavily colliding with Owen's car on the passenger side. The old yellow Holden was spent spinning into a tree on the median strip. 2 weeks later. Owen was resting on a bench seat outside the hospital in which he had just spent the previous two weeks. Deep in thought he looked quite relaxed with his feet resting upon his suitcase. A small white hatchback pulled up into the curb directly in front of Owen. A young woman jumped out of the driver’s seat and beckoned towards Owen. 'Do you need a hand with your bag?’ Owen Glanced up at her as she walked over towards him. She was quite an attractive young woman of similar age to Owen, her shoulder length brown hair was waving in the wind. She had fine, delicate features and he had always been attracted to her; but today she looked more beautiful than ever. Owen then quickly replied 'ill think ill be right', he smiled at her'. Thanks for doing this Megan’. ‘Don't worry. You would do the same for me' replied Megan. She knew that Owen had no-one else, Owen had grown up with his grandfather but he had disappeared some years ago (and was now legally declared dead) leaving him all alone, a sad story Megan thought to herself, slightly frowning. They both entered the car; Owen winced in pain as he had to bend over to get into the vehicle. Megan turned to look at him. He noticed the worry in her intelligent blue eyes. ‘Don’t worry ill be fine!’ he exclaimed. Megan nodded unconvincedly and started the car, breaking the silence. They had known each other for a quite a while, they had meet in university. Owen had arrived late for his first day, Megan had stared at him as he had walked over to the only vacant desk which was next to her, thinking to herself that he had some sort aura about him but unable to put her finger on it. When he had glanced over to her and smiled. She could still remember it vividly. Megan shook he head and re-focused on the road. Owen just sat there pleased to be rid of the place he had come to despise. They continued driving; there was silence for some time. ‘Any news on the guy that hit you?’ Owen paused for a moment. ‘No supposably he ditched his car and ran. 'The bastard has written off my Kingswood... hold on Megan, Pull over!’ Alarmed, Megan quickly pulled over to the side of the road and then sighed when she turned her left to see a Dark blue sedan on the nature strip with a for sale sign next to it. They both jumped out of the car to survey the vehicle. ‘Not bad... 4 grand for this’ Owen said excitingly. ‘It doesn't have any character like my Kingswood but it will do the job until I can work something out’. Megan shook her head 'work something out? Your old car is written off its not coming back. It was a death trap anyway!' 'We'll see' Owen quickly replied. Megan turned back towards the car 'Come on lets go, I have to fill you in on what you've missed out on at work’ while grabbing Owen by the shoulder. 'Ill just quickly grab the number for the car, then you can tell me what wonderful things have happened at work' Owen muttered while rolling his eyes. 'Hey! It’s important the firm has taken on a massive new case'. 'We're only interns Megan' Owen responded jokingly. She stared at Owen bleakly. ‘Just get in the car before I send you back to hospital’ she said laughing at the same time. Owen’s house was a small run down weatherboard house on a suburban block it had no garden or shrubbery it looked as if someone had just dumped the house on a vacant block. He was currently out the front if his house. 'Screw this' he groaned as he reached for the hammer resting on the passenger seat of the car. He then began bashing a small metal frame into the dash of the car, the metal frame slowly but surely sliding in. Pleased with himself he was about to give it one final tap to make sure, but he was interrupted. 'What the hell are you doing? This is your new car!’ Owen was startled and quickly turned around, he had not notice Megan arriving. 'I'm putting a new CD player in the car; strangely it didn't come with one' he replied. 'Did the instruction manual say assault it with a hammer?' laughed Megan. 'Hey! it worked' Owen exclaimed as he gave the metal frame its one final tap, as he did he noticed a small object about the size of credit card fall from within the dashboard and landed on top of the metal frame. He slid it out and studied it. It was grey in colour, plastic and about 5mm thick and had "5055” in one of the corners. Megan broke his train of thought. 'So how did you pick your car up'? Owen discarded the plastic card to the passenger seat and got out of the car and focused his gaze toward Megan. 'Ah the owner offered to drop it off, if I then dropped him back at his house. He was very keen to sell, but he didn't seem too know much about the car'. Megan shrugged and walked back to her car, reached through the open window and grabbed a manila folder from the passenger seat of her car. 'Seeing as you are coming back to work tomorrow, I thought I would give you this... it’s just a summary of what you have missed' gesturing the folder in the direction of Owen. ‘Oh come one, how could you miss that!’ Owen screamed at the television. He stood up shaking his head and walked towards the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and again shook his head but this time at the bareness of the refrigerator. Suddenly he saw something out of the corner of his eye outside the kitchen window which faced directly to the road and therefore the front of his house. He quickly turned to face the window, and noticed a dark figure just beginning to walk up the driveway to his house. The figure was walking towards Owen’s car. Owen had a bad feeling about what was happening. He paced quickly to his bedroom and grabbed the cricket bat which he kept at the head of his bed and a torch from his bedside table. Owen then quickly moved to the front door, looking out the window at the same time. The figure was now at his car, but he could not make out what it was doing. Owen opened the door and yelled ‘get away from my car!’ ‘Get the hell of my property!’ The figure which Owen could now make out to be a man wearing what looked like a suit looked glanced at Owen and then bolted into the darkness. Owen pulled the torch from his pocket and walked to his car, he examined his car using the torch. Everything seemed to be in order. Scratching his head he walked back to his front door and into the house, placing the cricket bat next to the door. Bang, bang, bang. Owen violently jumped out of bed and bolted to the front door and grabbed the cricket bat which still lay resting there. As he opened the door he heard the noise of glass shattering. He saw that the man had returned, he was reaching through broken drivers side window about to open the door when Owen screamed at him. ‘Back off!’ The man again turned and sprinted into the darkness. Owen walked over to his car and stood perfectly still next to the driver’s door. He could just make out the sound of a car door closing, and a car being started. Owen opened the car door and used the cricket bat to wipe any major pieces of glass left on the seat and then grabbed a floor mat from the back seat to cover the seat. He then quickly jumped in the car glancing at the plastic card still lying on the passenger’s seat; he closed the car door and placed the cricket bat on the passenger’s seat. Seconds later a car slowly drove past. Owen started his car, leaving the lights off he slowly reverses out of the driveway and begun to follow the car, hoping that it ix the right one. He follows the car with the lights off until he reaches the main road and is able to blend in. While following the car Owen thinks to himself what he is actually going to do if he confronts the two men, he considers turning back but again glances at the plastic card lying on the passengers seat and decides that he will continue on.