Spirit

Run

I should have yelled. Or screamed. Or, for that matter, made any kind of sound. But nothing came out from my mouth. I was still mesmerized by the beatiful creature in front of me.

Jack still hadn't noticed me, the falcon had. It looked at me with those glowing eyes, then turned to face Jack. He blinked at it, like the falcon just told him a joke he didn't get, then said: "What do you mean someo-"

He turned his head and found me, jaw almost touching the floor, eyes wide open.

"Okay, please tell me this is true." I silently begged.

The falcon opened his wings and did what it did this morning. It litteraly entered Jack's body. Jack's eyes glowed a slight blue, then returned to their normal state.

"You can see him, right?" Jack sighed.

Did he seriously ask me that question? I wanted to shout at him, but words were a mystery to me right now.

Nothing, yet everything finally made sense. All this time, I wasn't crazy.

I was somewhere between happy, angry, confused, torn, freaked... All the emotions, memories and images started to blend together, making my head spin, and my eyes go fuzzy, until I couldn't stand anymore. The last thing I heard was Jack calling my name as I fell into conplete darkness.

"Luke, faster!" My mom screamed as I was lagging behind. I didn't know she was that fast! We kept running until we arrived at a small cabin.

"Get in there, and don't come out until I tell you" she said. Her green eyes shone with fear.

"Are you kidding me?!" A 17 year old me replied. My own green eyes shone with both fear and confusion. "If anyone has to fight this mugger, it has to be me! I can really impress you with what I learned fro-"

"Stop!" my mom yelled. "This is no ordinary fight, and you are not prepared for one of them yet."

"What do you mea-"

"Inside! Now!"

I couldn't leave her, that's for sure. But a part of me knew that she was telling the truth. It wasn't an ordinary fight. Our predator did something that NASA wouldn't believe in a 100 years.

So I hid inside the cabin.

"Luke!" Someone far away called me. "Dude, wake up, come on!"

"Nobody is close enough with me to call me 'dude'" I croaked, trying to open my eyes.

When I finally won over the battle between my brain and my eyes, I focused on my surrounding. The infirmary. Dr. Paul, a couple of nurses, including Alice, and Jack (of course) were surrounding my bed.

"What...?" I started

"Jack found you collapsed in the music room" Dr. Paul explained.

Of course he did, I thought. I looked at him, but he just gave me a wink. Son of a bitch, I mentally told him with a weak smile on my face.

"You know it's funny he found you there," Dr. Paul continued, "since I'm quite sure you're not a fan of music"

"Yeah, that's the real problem." I smirked at him. "How long was I out?"

"Two days."

He said it as if he was saying "the sun rises in the morning". I should've been pissed off, but I wanted to seize the opportunity.

I did my best sad puppy face, looked at Jack and said: "I'm so sorry... I was supposed to show you arround, yet here I am just laying around!"

"Oh, don't be silly, Luke!" Jack replied urgently, "you need all the-"

"No, no, it's just that I wanted to meet you so badly, and try to be friends with you."

I thought I was a little too thick on the flattery here, because Dr. Paul chocked on his own breath, and nurse Alice gave me the weirdest look possible, but I kept a serious face. I looked at everyone, and told them: "Can I please have a little private conversation with my friend Jack?"

Jack seemed nervous, and that's when I knew that I scored. I glared a bit at Dr. Paul, so he can clear the area, which of course he did.

After everybody was out of hearing distance, I grabbed Jack by his shirt and pulled him down to me.

"Okay, you son of a bitch! Enough games! I saw it! The falcon! I saw it and it saw me right before it-"

"Can you stop calling him 'it', please?! A little bit respect wont hurt!" Jack answered sternly.

I was expecting him to throw me off or ignore it. I don't know why I felt a little bit disappointed.

"So it's real?! Everything I saw was real?!" I whispered.

"Umm, two days passed out doesn't make your breath really good. Can you let go of my shirt, please?"

I let him go, too excited to feel embarrased.

"Okay, so what is it- he? What is he? Like some kind of ghost?"

Jack looked offended.

"Hey, I'm new here!" I protested. "I can make mistakes"

"Fine, I'll explain everything to you once we're out of here."

"That won't be for another two weeks, and that's only for me!"

"Oh please," Jack huffed, "I can get out whenever I want to!"

"What?!"

"Look, for now just rest, and when you get better, we will get out of this place and everything will be explained to you."

I didn't reply. This was too good to be true. I must've been dreaming, or hallucinating, but I knew better. Plus, my imagination wasn't that wild to hallucinate something like that.

He got up, smiled at me and got out of the infirmary.

I wasn't surprised when I already felt tired again, because even I knew that having an intense conversation after being passed out for two days would wear me down.

So I gave up to the exhaustion.

By far, this is the creapiest dream I had. Same forest. Same fox. And a free me. I could finally move. Actually, I was running, holding the fox. I was running away from something, but I couldn't see what it was. I was lost. That was until Jack's falcon appeared from the sky and flew right in front of me. I knew I should follow him. But I was too slow. I could start to hear the thing that was following me hissing. I saw my destination. A place where some rocks were properly organized, surrounded by other lighted figures that I couldn't make out yet.
But it was too late. The fox was slowing me down
I made the mistake of turning around.
I saw a huge python lunging out at me, it's fangs bared.