Run With The Wicked

Chapter 6: Manifest

The above image is of Wolf :)

Earth crumbled beneath me, every air molecule felt weightless beneath my weight as if the moment was entirely in slow motion. The plummeting sensation began to rattle through my body from the pit in my belly. I was ten ton stone.

There is a moment before death, or when you're on the brink of death, that people say gives you relief. That helps you to forget the horrors you've seen and the battles fought. As your life flashes before your eyes you realise the extent of what it means to be human.

I couldn't help but think what if this was it? What if I died today, then what? This was not the time to meet the maker.

Breath was knocked out of my lungs, forcing me to gasp for air, a proverbial fish out of water. My fingers caught the ledge, clambering at the small ledge of dirt that made my hands feel like fire. I was slipping with every moment. 

I didn't know how I wasn't dead, or how my fingertips managed to find its way to some sort of ledge and hold my weight. Whatever it was I didn't dare open my eyes at the canyon beneath me, instead listening to the rushing wind and the intent screams of the students that had seen my fall.

Zeke lunged over in desperation, his eyes wide and filled with an irrevocable panic. He lay on his belly, not caring about the deep red dust covering his once black shirt.

"Grab my hand!" His arm feet in mid air, arms pulled taunt. I glanced up at him and reached for his arm. His grip tightened around my fingers, only his strength keeping me from plummeting downwards onto the rocks.

"Now, the other hand slowly." His face was stricken with a pang of worry, worry that I may not trust him. Zeke's cheeks were turning a rich pink as he continued to carry my weight with one hand. He nodded, telepathically assuring me that I could trust him.

"I promise I'll never let you fall."

As quickly as I had fallen, I lurched upwards. My feet tried to grasp onto the side of the mountain, met by nothing except flat dirt. Zeke heaved, but his strength was waning. Out of nowhere, I could hear Reece's familiar voice shrouded with manic, my name on his lips.

He rushed over to Zeke's side, their mutual dislike of each other temporarily forgotten,

"Oh my god." Zeke's dark head of hair snapped around to face him.

"Shut up and help me." Zeke barked. Reluctantly, Reece crouched behind him, and placed his arms around Zeke. Strangely enough they seemed to linger above his hips for a moment, as if her were contemplating something. 

Reece placed his arms around Zeke's middle before they continued to heave upwards with twice the strength Zeke once had. My body began to shift; their combined efforts pulled me upwards.

Once both of my elbows managed to find their way over the ledge, I forced myself onto my torso. Both Zeke and Reece grabbing an arm to help me over.

When I finally was able to stand upright, a mob of people rushed toward me, surrounding me like moths to a flame. A slur of words escaped mouths of students nearby

She fell, Is she okay? Who is that dark haired kid?

Reece threw his arms around my neck, his sudden hug engulfing me. His squeeze was weird and somewhat uncomfortable, but I didn't say anything.

I shifted from foot to foot, my ankle spiked in pain. I winced, but I don't think Reece noticed. I knew only revealing my injury would worry him more.

"I can't believe that just happened." He breathed.
"Me neither."
"I bet your stomach isn't queasy anymore." He breathed heavily under his breath and tipped the corner of his mouth upwards.