The Angel Calls For Her Love

Chapter One - Calling

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Philza turned in his bed, over and over again.

For the past two hours he hadn't been able to get to sleep. He'd been tossing and turning non stop, trying to find a comfortable position with only failure. Earlier, he'd waved Techno as he headed off to bed himself. Usually Phil was the first one to hit the hay.

Not tonight.

He'd felt off ever since sunset. At first he'd only had this small feeling like something was different, but he'd shrugged it off and tried to ignore it. It could've just been Techno getting up to something that was setting him off.

But as the night wore on, it had only gotten worse. He hadn't been able to sit still for over five minutes. He had too much energy building up in him, too much to ignore.

He'd decided to at least attempt to sleep, but when he'd settled down, the feeling only doubled. He'd laid in bed for hours, staring at the ceiling, walls, and outside the window. He'd twisted in bed so much he'd given up trying to untangle his sheets that wrapped around him.

He had this uncomfortable urge to do something, to get out of the house. He felt sick in a sort of way. His temperature was rising, but he also felt freezing all over. Like his veins were experiencing a change of something.

Phil's head hurt. It had been pounding maybe the last hour, and it was increasing. All he wanted to do was get out of his house and distract himself.

After he had stared at the moon outside one last time, he decided that was enough. "Fuck it." He whispered to himself. He was not going to sit here for another two hours in pain, only being able to recognise the feeling that something was awfully wrong.

He threw his blankets off and jumped to his feet, but he quickly fell back on the bed. He was dizzy, like he'd just been spinned around twenty plus times.

What's happening? He asked himself. He'd never been sick like this before, never. Yes, he'd gotten colds. He'd thrown up, all of that drama. But this was different. His body felt different. Something was changing inside of him, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.

He attempted to stand up again, slower this time. He swayed on his feet, but he held onto the wall beside his bed, and slowly shrugged on his coat. "Fuck this shit." He mumbled.

Slowly, he made his way out of his bedroom and out of the warmth of his house. He closed the door behind and slowed to a stop for a moment, catching his breath.

He didn't bother waking Techno up. It could just be some harmless thing happening, and he didn't want to wake his friend. Techno had been getting his sleep schedule in pattern the past week. He didn't want to disturb that.

He decided to grab the stick lying in the snow for his walking cane. There would be no chance of him being able to walk without it in the snowy plains.

The woods felt like the best place to go. He didn't know why, or how, but it was like there was a voice calling out to him from there, yet without the voice. The moon shone down on the forest near his property, appealing itself to him. The shadows between the trees looked so comforting.