Hunters of the Night

Chapter 5

He was back in his car. Driving over the lonely road. He felt thirsty. Very thirsty. He looked over to where the bag stood. Inside was the bottle of water.

"Gosh, I need a drink."

He reached over to the bag, dug his hand in, but it was too far away to get a hold of anything. He tried to pull the bag onto the passenger seat. It was too heavy.

His car skidded. His heart pounded heavily as he concentrated again on the road. But the thirst kept complaining and so, he decided to try again.

"Oh come on!" he shouted as the seatbelt refused to give him enough space to grab what he needed.

Don't unfasten the seatbelt.

He couldn't control his actions. With a click, he unfastened his seatbelt and leaned in to grab the bottle inside the bag. Relieved to have found the bottle, he looked up at the road. A guy stood there. In the middle of the road. Right where his car was heading.

"Noooo!!!"

He sharply turned the wheel, sending his car into an uncontrollable skid. The spinning made him nauseous. Then a loud bang and suddenly, he was flying through the air. Everything seems to have slowed down the moment, his car had gone into a skid. It took ages to land and he closed his eyes, mentally preparing for the collision with the concrete. But nothing happened. No pain, nothing.

It was silent. You could hear a pin drop.

And then there was that one voice. "You take him. I'm not that hungry."

Jimin shot up, wide awake in his bed. Sweat dripped from his face, and he breathed heavily. "It was a dream. I was dreaming."

With the back of his hand, he wiped the sweat of his forehead, then laid back down again. His breathing remained shaky as he tried to recall what he'd dreamt about. Those words, that voice, haunted through his mind.

"Who was that guy?" He looked up at the ceiling, "Was this from my accident? Or just a dream? It seemed so real. That guy standing in the middle of the road... Was that why I hit the safety barrier?"

He tapped the side of his head, hoping it would help make sense of it all.

Glancing up at the clock, he sighed. "It's 2:30AM," he whispered. NOT the time to ask yourself these questions, Jimin. Tomorrow you'll go home. Let's get some sleep!"

But somehow this new knowledge kept him from sleeping. With his eyelids closed, his eyes were still wide awake. The memory of the dream vividly playing in his mind, like a film that was stuck on one scene, doomed to repeat it over and over. He knew something had unlocked inside his memory. He just wasn't quite sure what exactly.

"Could the man standing in the middle of the road be one of the two guys Chris said he'd seen with me when they came to help?"

He rubbed his temples.

Chris said he didn't remember quite clearly what the two guys looked like. And the image from Jimin's dream was slowly fading as he tried to visualize him more clearer.

He grabbed his phone and opened his notes, changed the type icon into a pen and started sketching what he remembered.

The short hair. The oval face. A long, dark coat.

It took about 2 hours to finish the sketch, because Jimin kept remembering little details he wanted to put into the image.

Once done, he looked at it critically and for the gazillionth time, closed his eyes to get the unknown man in front of his eyes again. The vision he had of him was very blurry, but what he remembered seem to re-appear in the drawing he had made.