satins little angels- first flight

Chapter 19: Not Again

Chapter 19: Not Again

After Ethan had gone to his hut we set up the tents, cooked dinner, got out all our stuff and figured out sleeping arrangements. Allen, Sammy and Steve in the new tent, Kat, Liz, Mateusz and Mead in another and Rera, Asia, Alex and I were in the last tent.

Alex and I were sharing a sleeping bag again and for the third time in Alex’s arms I had that dream. And like the last time it had changed to more even detailed.

It was like a repressed memory trying to break free.

It was just as I remembered only more horrid. There I was standing in my pyjamas in the middle of Kypo only it wasn’t Kypo anymore it was the scrub around Ethan’s house. It was late at night and I could just see the forest through a thick fog and dark sky. There was a heap of something on the ground. I went to see what it was. I kneeled next to it and reached out to touch it. But it was moving and croaking like it was trying to talk.

I turned it over to see that it was Alex but not Alex at the same time. His tanned skin had gone a creepy green and looked to be cracking apart. His silky, soft, dark hair was greasy, stiff and lighter. And his eyes were blood shot and rolled back into his head. His clothes were ripped and dirty.

He was choking on a neon green slime that was coming out of his mouth. There were cuts on his arms and legs that were oozing sickening yellow pus.

Christopher was standing on the other side of the clearing laughing at me. He began to walk over as I tried to stop the pus and slime but it was all coming out of Alex to fast. Suddenly he was twitching and trying to scream but the slime was blocking the way and it came out as a high pitched gurgle.

Then he stopped moving and I grabbed his wrist to check for a pulse. He had no pulse. Christopher was sneering down at Alex’s body and as I screamed he laughed at my pain.

Then he whispered “If you can’t save him here what makes you think you can save him in real life.”

Then he turned to Alex’s body and gave it a vicious kick to the gut.

“You’ll never be able to save him,” He announced slyly.

I tried to stand, to kill that bastard, but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t look away from Alex’s corpse.

Then I woke up gasping for air.

For a moment I thought that the nightmare had been real and that I was now dreaming. I cringed away from the other in the tent.

Then I realized I was lying on Alex’s board chest in the tent. The others were still sleeping.

But I had that dream again.

I needed Alex to tell me everything was going to be ok. To hold me, stroke my hair and tell me everything was going to be alright.

Even if it wasn’t.

So I decided to wake him up. I pressed my lips to his, almost begging him to wake up. When that didn’t work I kissed him again this time opening his mouth and brushing my tongue against his. This did wake him up. At first his body went tense, but after asking the situation he put his arms went around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

I pulled back a bit, stopping the kiss, to look him in the eye. Only then he had begun to kiss my throat which made me quiver slightly. God it felt good. Warm and damp.

“Best wakeup call ever,” He muttered against my throat, where he had nuzzled his face into my throat and began to kiss my neck.

I bent my head over to rest my face against his cheek. Pushing him far enough away that it broke the throat kiss apart.