Catch A Falling Star

Chapter 1

My hands are kind of shaking since it's the first time I'm publishing something that might get read. Please be kind to me! I would love to hear your opinions, good or bad, it always helps to see things from a different point of view. So here we go... :)

The sky was dark, the wind was cold and the rain was bent on pouring. His breath was shallow, his lungs were burning, his legs could barely hold him but stopping was out of the question. When the sound of dogs barking reached his ears he snapped his head back peering through the darkness torn between the need to see those that were chasing him and the hope that there was enough distance between him and his chasers that he wouldn’t see them. For a brief moment his steps faltered thinking that his eyes were deceiving him but just then a cloud moved out of the moons path its light revealing his chasers in all their despicable glory. He slowed down filled with confusion. He took in their rotting flesh, the sharp black teeth of their hounds, their burning red eyes and their strange attire. He’d dealt with them before, they were already dead. So why was it that they were chasing him now in a forest that had been long since replaced by a very large city? He came to a complete stop, turning around to face them. If he had stopped them once he could do it again. A strange laughter came from nowhere in particular and seemed to wrap around him like a blanket. He looked around but there was no one else there and strangely enough even the walking rotting corpses and their dogs were gone. He was once again alone. Then the whispers started. They were coming from everywhere, getting louder each second, mingling with heavy, rhythmic footsteps as if an army was gradually approaching. The noise became too much, so he covered his ears in a futile attempt to make it stop. He was getting dizzy and everything started spinning at an impossible rate. Then just like that it stopped. He hadn’t noticed that he’d closed his eyes, but when he opened them everything was eerie quiet and it was even darker than before. He could suddenly sense the smell of fresh grass and wet earth, the cold air chilling him to the bone, but the wind had stopped its hauls and the rain was almost gone. There was a dark figure in front of him as far as he could tell, but it was not moving. A thunder crossed the sky and for the split second it was all as clear as day. The army was indeed there, swords and bows drawn all aimed at him. The soldiers were tall and big, their helmets hiding their faces, but the design of the armor as well as its deplorable state, spoke of a race that no one regardless of species would want to cross paths with. He turned his attention to the dark figure in front of him. It still had not moved.  Even though he could not see any distinguishing features, he felt no sense of danger coming from it, like with the rest of the army. The next flash of lightning however revealed a motion in the one before him that left him staring down the barrel of a gun.

 ‘You think you’re safe?’ a smug voice whispered in his ear.

 He didn’t move or make any attempt to answer. He was paralyzed, as if something was holding him in place, making sure he would not dodge the bullet.

 ‘You think she won’t do it’ this time it was a statement uttered on a mocking tone and indeed he had yet to feel fear towards the figure that stood before him.

 It was then that the strangest thing happened. Someone licked his cheek. There was no one around and looking back in front of him it happened again. The figure in front of him took the gun’s safety off and he saw a pair of silver eyes staring at him with sadness.

 “I’m sorry” she whispered and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit his chest and he felt that tongue on his cheek again.

He snapped his eyes open and tried to jump out of bed, ready to tackle whoever was there, but his legs got tangled in one of the sheets and he fell to the floor. A cat hissed at him from the other edge of the bed and getting into a sitting position he hissed back glaring at it. After a short staring contest between the two, which the cat obviously won, he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.