Chapter 2: first contact
9 years later:
*Ian joins the chat*
Sarah: oohh
Ian: Ahh that leads me to my this q.
Ian: Do u remember what happened to u before the age of 7
Sarah: LOL thats a wierd question
Ian: Lol
Ian: Well do u? o.O
Sarah: Sort of yh
Ian: Then i guess its only me
Sarah: What?
Ian: I dont remember anything from before the age of 7 :/
Sarah: thats wierd
Ian: All i remember is that i was in a car. then i woke up school , nothin more :/
Ian had asked a lot of his friends this question but he was the only one who did not have memories of his past. It had always troubled him. What could be the reason he did not remember, did he hit head or something. He had only one memory from before the age of 7. It was a poem or lullaby, not that he would be able to tell the difference between them. It went along the lines of:
Dopti dopti do
Where are you,
Climb above the zoo
For we are true,
Stand above the forest
For we are the boldest,
Life is not a joy
When we are at foy,
But believe in the better
or we will shatter,
For life is a blatter
Of my lovely letter...
There was more to it but the memory of it faded over time. For some reason that "poem" calmed him, as if it contained all the answers he will ever need. He turned off his phone and fell asleep humming the poem.
Ian woke up drenched in his sweat, he had a nightmare, it was always the same dream but now it’s getting more frequent and more vivid. He could now make out a burning a car upside down and a stranger grabs him but before he could glance at the face he would wake up.
Ian would be 16 years old this year. He was well built and strong for his age. He had once fought with some 3 times his own and got out with an almost broken leg and his opponent was well not so lucky. Ian practised karate, kung Fu and tae kwon do. He was a black belt in karate, a red belt in kung Fu and tae kwon do because he moved while he was still learning. He was very intelligent when he was motivated and an expert in solving puzzle and riddles. He sighed and got out of bed making his way to bathroom grabbing a new pair of clothes on way there. "No point a ruining a good like this”, he mumbled, he made and ate breakfast and started getting ready. He hadn’t discussed his dreams with his parents; he didn’t want to bother them over something so silly.
He was going to the park with his friends. It was a sunny day and that in England was a rare sight, a sight he was not going to waste sitting at home. He told his parents that he was going to park and left the house. He was wearing loose jeans and red t-shirt. While he was going to the park he saw one of his class mates. He was quite a distance away from him. Ian preferred it that way because he had gotten into a fight with him on Friday. He got into a lot of trouble with his parents; he preferred not to get into another fight, he wanted to make up for the fight because his parents had told him to do so, even though it wasn’t his fault he didn’t want to upset them.
Ian quickened his pace to catch up to Alex, but then he stopped in his tracks as he saw that Alex was talking to someone. Ian was curious to know who this hooded figure was, just by looking at the figure he could tell he meant trouble. He followed the hooded figure through the streets keeping his distance. After a while the hooded figure stopped in an alley way where others dressed the same as the figure stood. He was close enough to ease drop without being noticed. Now that Ian was closer he noticed that the figures wore clothes were worn out and stained with dried blood. They all had long black hair and had bulky bodies.
"So? Did you find out anything?" inquired one of the hooded figures. The hooded figures stressed every word when they said it.
"Yes, I found someone who knew of Ian." it said. Ian was completely taken back hearing his name.
Who are they? How they know about me? Did Alex tell them? Why are they after me?
Hundreds of questions formed in Ian’s mind.
“You have been followed." one of the figures said calmly.
“Yes" it replied. Ian could have sworn that a grin stretched across hooded figures face. Ian heart beat stopped in its track.
How could they have possibly known?! I did not make a sound or anything! In a fit of panic Ian jumped out of his hiding place and ran as fast as he could. One of the figures started to run after Ian but was stopped.
"Now is not the time. He can’t escape us but we have to wait for now." hissed the hooded figure. Ian ran until he was out of breath.
What in god’s name is going on?! , he thought. Ian made his way to the park, still on edge. he had never been one to run away from a fight, but those hooded figures scared him for reason he did not yet understand. He decided it was best if he kept this event to himself and so he did.
Ian was on high alert after the brief contact with the hooded figures for a few days. Eventually he calmed down and told himself he was just being paranoid. They were probably talking about someone else it was just coincidence that they had the same name.
"Ian, wake up Ian you’re going to be late for school." said Mr.Shaw. Ian moaned awake. He dragged himself out of the bed and went to the wash room. He took a quick bath and got ready for school. He quickly ate his breakfast and left for school. Half way to the school he realised he had forgot to drink the tea. "ah f***."
Ian instinctively went on high alert as he felt he was being watched. He looked around and saw nothing for a moment. Then form the corner of his he spotted a hooded figure. He looked around to see if there were more of them but he spotted none.
He started to make a run for it the hooded figure jumped into action and followed him. Ian’s pursuer was inhumanly fast and quickly caught up to him. Ian tried to lose him in the street but without success.
The figure elbowed Ian in the face. Ian fell to the ground; his whole face was sore he could feel blood dripping down from his forehead. The hooded figure face was full of bruises and dried blood. Ian felt disgusted. The figure jumped at Ian and took and took a bite at him. Ian yelped in a pain he tried shake his arm lose but it was hopeless. Ian looked for something to hit the hooded figure with but couldn’t find anything.
Ian felt something take over him."asperu le wida!" he barked. He felt strength rush into him. He punched the creature in the face stunning it and breaking his arm free. He jumped at the creature before while in was still stunned at unleashed a series blows. He kept punching the creature like a punching bag until he ran out of breath. The hooded figure was dead. Ian crawled away from corpse in horror. After a while he the power left his body. Ian noticed his blazer was full of blood he took of his blazer and threw in the nearest bin. He ran out of the street and hurried for school leaving the memories of the event behind him.
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DONT make fun of the poem. Any who comment on how i can improve and vote if u liked it.
