The Contagion Curse®

I Crashed Into The Girl of My Nightmare

Quick note: The song has no relevance to the chapter, I just really love it so much and like to listen to music when I'm writing. I thought you guys would like listening to music while reading or something too! If you do not like alternative/funk rock, I do not think you'll like it. And super sorry for very short updates, it's been a busy few week, I think I could say that for a lot of us.
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    I totally thought I was going to die. Fido flew me over the horizon, almost above the clouds. I could feel the wind dance in my curly, penny copper hair. For the first time, and probably the last time, I felt relaxed that day.

But, on the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking about what everything meant. Why did my mom look like the devil, himself? And why did that mysterious, bald man at Nana Leigh Ann's house look the same? What did that burning symbol mean? Why did, out of the blue, everything that happened today, happen? I was stuck in the air on a bunny with antlers and wings, flying far away from my death. I guess you could just throw Dumbledore in to make me even more confused.

As we were flying, my grip loosen and I felt liberated. Fido had that this-is-normal look on his face. We flew over one of the tributaries of the river, when the wind picked up harshly. For the wind that was once braiding my hair, was now tugging vigorously on it.

"Ow, Fido, hurry up on whatever you wanted to show me!" I shouted. My grip quickly turned to a grasp for dear life. Fido had an expression of concern, like he knew something bad was happening. The clouds were closing in on us, darkening as they bundled together. I could hear my heartbeat as if it was right next to my ear. We were more or less running while flying. Didn't do much since we were about 200 feet above a river that now was pulsing and splashing waves of horror. I don't much about the weather and such, but I knew that it should change that quick. Fido flew us hither and thither into the sky.

The clouds were adjacent to us, when hands, the same color as the storm, began to emerge; trying to snatch us. My eyes were blank and my body was stoned. It didn't matter to me where I died, just as long as I didn't. Thunder roared in the distance, lighting lit the sky up. Rain was falling , drenching us on the spot. Soon after the hands, heads appeared. They were weeping and sobbing, I guess it explained where rain comes from. Their eyes were the brightest glowing white I ever saw. I whacked Fido in the butt. He snarled and went the fastest he ever could. The cloud people were behind us by a long shot. I felt relieved, then a little frightened. We were running away from the weeping women straight into another cloud. Darkness cradled us as we saw a battle unveil.

The weeping cloud ladies weren't fighting us, but each other. Lightning bolts were flying through the clouds. When one lady was hit she'd roar like thunder with flashe in agony then evaporated. In one corner of the cloud a group of ladies were hugging while crying as the rest of the room dwelled in chaos. I felt horrible for them, they probably did this every storm. Fido seemed calm, even his coat of fur was so calm that you couldn't even feel his pulse. The other end of the cloud was gleaming with light. I layed my head on his back and held my ears with my hands. We were almost out.

I closed my eyes, that sign went through my head a million times, only to be on different victims. Kids, infants, the elderly, adult; everyone. I hoped that it was just my imagination and not real people. The thought of someone slipping away from their family and being killed brutally makes me cringe. I guess it just gives me the thought of everyone in the world who's gone missing, what happened to them?

A sharp shock grasped my right ankle. I opened my eyes. My hands were off my ears and pulling of Fido's fur lightly. I lashed around. A lasso of pulsing lightning was yanking on me. I saw one of the sobbing ladies holding the other end of the lasso, laughing. I was baffled on how I wasn't like, you know, electrocuted to smithereens. There was extra rope at the end that was swaying. Weird, trust me, I know, but seriously it was like effortlessly just moving on its own. Fido didn't realize my dilemma, between jumping off him or having him stop right in the center of Cloud War I. As we were thirty feet from the exit, I was struggling with keeping my grip and trying to rip the lasso off my ankle without touching its volts of lightning. Lightning bolts were being thrown like javelin spears, over our heads, under our feet, past our ears etc. I was watching the rope glide rapidly through her hands. The rope was almost at the end.