Aekhem

Dregnar

The "winged man" struggled to get up from the floor. Painful and trembled steps toward her, eight feet or more or something like that, he was a giant, intensely white, shaking. With his huge hand he grabbed her phone from her hand while still holding it against her ear and still yelling. Squeezed it and basically disappearing into pieces in his hand.

She was still shouting what had been screaming and quietly fell silent when she saw that figure, that giant white hair shoulder-length white and steel blue eyes staring intensely as he approached and took her phone. He fell on the floor, she stepped back instinctively. The body fell and hit the hard rock and sand floor.

Abigail shaking in cold fear, the horror of what she had just witnessed made her shake over more than she ever had in her life. She clearly could not believe what was happening. She decided to get away from there as soon as possible, her instinct told her to get lost, her mind on the contrary was asking her to stay, but her instinct won. Her body still continuously shaking. She saw the car keys on the floor, between the giant's body below the car's door. She jumped and got on the other side of the body, took the keys, tried to open the door but the huge body was blocking it.

"The other door, the other door, gets on the passenger's side" her mind was yelling.

She was about to move when the giant's hand grabbed her by her ankle and a voice clearly said:

"Help Me!"

The body was face down and his hand was hurting her ankle. "Help Me Please! They are coming for me! Hurry!" he said again.

For some unknown reason, her head stopped all the noise and nobody was shouting inside her anymore, panic voices were fading away and she felt her ankle loosing the pressure from his grip. The morning sky started to show light, darkness fading away. She could see the man's back. This giant being. Intense white wings shining whiteness, slightly cover by dust, in between folded and spread, they seemed broken, as far as she could see. From his back and his wings, an almost black or dark blue fluid coming from there, it had to be blood or whatever this being was emanating.

"It's blood" said the voice again.

There were long cuts about 12 inches long, deep wounds, maybe from a knife or a sharp razor at a close range. His clothing or what he was wearing looked like those high speed test drivers uniforms. No signs of any kind, completely white, and some type of shoulder pads, in his waist, in his arms, in his thighs; it was a one piece suit. She couldn't tell if he was wearing boots or shoes or if it was all one piece. The blue blood kept gushing out from his wounds, from his arms. The wings showed blue spots and streaks all over them. The day started to show her another reality where imagination faded away. His close to white hand still holding her ankle very gently.

She said:

"I have to turn the car around to get you in through the other door" almost a whisper.

"Hurry up! They're coming for me" said the voice.

She didn't think, she just obeyed. Started the car, the engine roared when she pressed the accelerator pedal a little more than usual. She spanned the car around, dust all over the place, right next to him.

She took a deep breath and thought her father's voice was asking her:

"Everything all right?" She asked him to please be quiet and not to ask her that right now.

She got out of the car almost running and opened the passenger's door.

"Now what?" she thought "how do I get this ... thing in the car?"