Mirror Soul

Chapter Four: Odd Reunions

His head burst out of the freezing cold water as he gripped a floating piece of ice to keep from going back under. His lungs didn’t beg for air as they should have. And he didn’t shiver in the cold weather as one normally would. In fact none of this was normal. He climbed out of the water and took in his surroundings . Ice, for as far as the eye could see. It was snowing hard  and the wind was strong.

Where was he? How did he end up in a blizzard in the middle of nowhere when he was just…
Where was he before coming here? His memory was fuzzy as he tried to recall . But his mind has no clear image to anything before he rose out of the water. 

He had no recollection of where he was, who he was, or how he arrived.

He walked aimlessly for what seemed  like hours....or maybe days. There was nothing to tell him if he was going the right way or not. He didn’t speak a word and his only land sights were the blue icebergs and the endless  snow. Everything was blue, even the frost that pelted him. He was not hungry, he was not tired, and he was not cold. At last he voiced the question that had been held captive by his optimism for so long.

“A-am I dead?”

Suddenly a dazzling blue light gleamed on the horizon. It had to be miles away from him but its light was still so bright that he had to shield his eyes. At that instance he knew where he was. It was his dream. The dream that he has been having for weeks, the one he always forgot.

He knew you weren’t supposed to go towards the light in these situations. He knew but, his hope that this was all a dream overrode his sense of logic as he sprinted towards the blue gleam.

He ran and ran, not once pausing for breath, not once feeling the need to stop, and not once slowing down until he reached it. The source of the light was a huge cloaked figure floating a few feet off  the icy ground. The figure was gigantic, really. Standing at fifty feet, perhaps fifty five. The face and body were hidden by the elegant blue cloak with night black linings. 
The boy, (unsure of his own name) was cautious as he inched closer to the figure.
Its cloak shifted and swayed in the harsh, cold winds, but that was all.

The boy continued to inch closer and closer until he was right in front of the giant. He peered  up into the figure's  hood, trying to see it’s hidden face, but he only saw blackness. He slowly placed a hand on the giant’s cloak . Something came back to him.

The boy, Bruce, remembered his name.

He put his other hand on the cloak and the faces of his family and friends passed by in a rush before slipping through his mind like sand through his fingers. The figure’s head moved down, his attention turned to the boy.

 Determination hit the boy, hit Bruce, hard. Courage pumped in his vines and bravery caused his fingers to clutch the blue and black cloak firmly. 

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Bruce pulled the cloak with all his might as he felt it rip and give before it fell to the ground in a puddle of blue and black fabric. Squinting in the blinding blue light, Bruce looked straight up.
...
Bruce Kopierce woke up in a cold sweat. He was in a bed that was not his own.
The boy sat up to look around and winced. He was covered in thick bangeges with odd swirling symbols on them that looked like the ones on the black book. He remembered then, the animals, the alley, the man with the wine colored eyes. 
And then that blue light. He unwrapped the bandages to examine his wounds. He thought there would be huge, ugly, deep scars from the cats and birds. But to his surprise there were just thin, long scratches that coated his body, that seemed to be fading slowly in front of his very eyes.
He looked down at the rest of his body and realized he wasn’t in his clothes. He was in a huge oversized black t-shirt with a bleeding flower design and oversized gray sweatpants with a skull on them.