Lost At Sea (Rough Draft)

Part 12

In the clinic further down the cobblestone pathway is the slumped over figure of the protagonist all alone in the kitchen at the table, the swirling fog seeping into the room through the open window, branching out to the sleeping young teen. As the fog reached out to touch the young male's forehead, he was suddenly startled awake by a distant loud sound, frantically looking around at the room lit up by the early morning sunlight with Charles bustling around, cooking a delicious smelling breakfast. With a relieved sigh, the protagonist stood up, smiled at the young doctor and asked him what he thought that loud sound was but Charles didn't even flinch as an acknowledgement towards the young teen. Not thinking anything of it, he yawned rubbing at his eyes before stepping closer to Charles to help plate up breakfast but as he reached out to the bowls, his hands passed through the cooking ware like water, fear consumed the protagonist and panic quickly set in. The teen whipped around to ask Charles what was happening but was cut short when his close friend also passed through him, as if the protagonist was a ghost and no longer existed, all his thoughts short circuited and just stood there like a statue. Loud crashing noise shook him out of his daze, the teen peered out the window to see what the commotion was but could only see smoke coming from down at the pier and for some reason, he decided to go investigate what was happening. Before fully walking out of the clinic, the protagonist stopped, looked back at Charles with sad eyes, before continuing on onto the cobblestone pathway and started to jog down to the pier following the trail of smoke. As the teen came to a stop another explosion rattled the nearby glass windows which made him jump in shock and fear, whipping around to try and find the source of the explosion. His eyes were quickly drawn to the very end of the pier where a group of scraggly pirates who were trying to fight back against the fires and explosions, frantic and tripping over one another. The young teen was confused, gazing at the surrounding buildings that were completely different from what they looked like only yesterday, as if he jumped through time. A familiar sounding cackle shook him out of his thoughts, he glanced over to a hooded figure who was responsible for starting the fires, playing with the flames as if it was a best friend, causing havoc on the locals. The protagonist stood back observing the somehow familiar young teen skipping around with their face covered by a hood, felt drawn and followed them as they were chased out of the pier and into the side streets. After a couple moments of running through the back pathways that only a few people could have known about, he tried to stick close and not lose sight of the familiar young teen and stumbled to a halt when the hooded figure slipped between two boards into an abandoned, forgotten structure. For a second, the protagonist hesitated before following the other young teen through the secret doorway, he took a deep breath before taking the first step inside to follow whoever he felt so drawn to. The inside of the structure was bare, dusty and completely abandoned with the wooden pillars, sunshine streaming through the gaps in the flat boards that consisted of the roof falling apart, the male teen tried to think back, whether or not he could remember this building even existing in his time. The protagonist tore his gaze from the interior of the deteriorating building, looking around the barren room and saw the hooded figure relaxing on a beaten up sette that once would have been beautiful, leaning against the cushions with their head tilted back. The teen watched warily at the prone figure, stepping closer and closer to the hooded young teen, trying to take a peek at the face under the hood but to no avail though because they jumped back up on their feet and sauntered around the room, he jumped back in surprise, boots skidding on the sand and winced when it made a definite sound. He stood stock still, fear racing through his blood, staring wide eyed at the figures back but then continued moving around the room, no reaction to the sound. The protagonist was shocked, thoughts going a mile a minute, trying to find a reason as to why the figure didn't react to the sound he made, those were soon stopped when a flash of fiery red erupted out of nowhere, surrounding the figure in a beautiful yet terrifying picture of unlimited power but all that beauty was tainted by the inky blackness that grew up their pale arms, like some kind of disease. He stepped, his gut screaming at him to run, that that magic was dangerous and evil, but the other side of him urged him to stay so he could see the face of the somehow familiar figure, who began to mutter a chant under their breath, so he could see their face and yet the mystery solve itself. The protagonist watched in awe as their chanting sped up which caused the air around them to turn into whipping wind, centered around the figure, who also began to levitate above the ground causing him to brace against the crazy wind speeds. The young teen shielding his eyes, he squinted, struggling and stumbling backwards and was about to leave but when he glanced back, the wind had tugged the hood off their head revealing his identical face but with black veins on face and striking blood red glowing eyes. Everything seemed to slow down around the protagonist and his apparent doppelganger, numb from the terror and his mind went blank, too scared to say or do anything because all he could think was that that is what he was to be in the future, black splotches soon filled his vision and the last thing he saw before the darkness, he saw his doppeldanger smirk evilly.