Obscured Vision

Chapter 4~ The Cults

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Dylan O'Brian as Asher  >>>>>>>>>

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  I woke fiercely in a cold sweat on my bed. My breath was hard and my heart was thudding hard against my ribs. My covers were thrown onto the wooden floor. I ran my hands threw my damp hair quickly gaining my breath gradually. I had the worst nightmare of my brother dying. My parents and I were in the woods crying over my brothers dead pale body as crimson blood dripped down from the corners of his mouth.

            “This is all you fault Finn” My mother shouted hysterically her eyes red from crying. “He would still be alive if it weren’t for you!” she continued. My Father didn’t even take a glance at me he just kept staring at my brother’s body with a cold aloof look,

            “I hate you.”

                  That was all my father told me until I finally woke up, but I could hear his words playing over and over in my head. I looked over to my right and my brother still lay there sound asleep. Perfectly alive. He was fine and was going to fine. His cheeks were still slightly pink even though his skin wasn’t a vibrant as it could be. Of cores I couldn’t fall back asleep so I decided to go for a walk to take my mind off things. I thought maybe these horrors inside my head will blow away along with the wind outside and never find their way back into my head. I hopped off my bed and put one a black T-shirt and plain blue jeans that were ripped at the knee from so much wear.

             I pulled my gold cross over my neck so that it hang low on my chest it was the most expensive thing I owned. I held it dear since it was given to me by my mother. I pulled my thick black boots over my thick socks and laced them up quickly. Lastly I grabbed my twin-hunting knife from out of my draw. I had made this knife myself with my father and I was quite proud of it. The knife had a thick wooded handle with an elegant design like no other. I was pretty bummed that I had lost the other down in the lab that the Cult now had, but I wasn’t going back for it… I put the knife inside my side pocket. I ruffled my brother’s hair gently before leaving causing him to stir slightly, but not enough to wake him up. With that headed quietly out the front door.

            The sun was still behind the mountains as the patches of grass glisten with dew of a chilly twilight. The woods gave off an eerie look at the mid of night. I walked leisurely in to the woods hoping to forget the remnants of the dream I had had. The woods smelt of fresh rain and soil. I always enjoyed being in the woods it set myself at ease. I strode up to the lake and it glistened a bottomless sapphire reminding me a lot of the girl I had saw down in the lab. Her image was so fresh in my mind. Her raven hair, mismatched eyes and rosy lips she was better than anything I have laid eyes on.

I wish I could see her again.

I want to see her again.

No, I will see her again.

But my thought were interrupted by voices, whom voices they were I wasn’t sure of. The voices started again and I made sure to listen in closely.

             “What do you think the electors going to do with those Rats” the first man said his voice was rough, deep, and menacing.

“I don’t know but I’m sure getting awful tired of them causing so much trouble they make our job much harder than they need to be.” The other man said. His voice was nasally. I was sure his voice could not be healthy for your ears.