The Whisperer

Chapter nine: Portals

                    Carrius hurriedly jumped out of bed and ran faster than a properly trained athlete into Kayla's room.  Oddly, her scream had provoked hidden emotions he didn't even know existed.  

                       At first he got lost since the place seemed to continually shift and move along with the sway of his uncontrolled emotions, but when he heard a muffled moan coming from a room he just passed by.  So Carrius, without any hesitation of the sort—entered it.  He breathed out a relieved sigh when he successfully found her.  Kayla was sprawled on the floor like a storm just entered her room and decided to play rough.

                            "Kayla," Carrius said with worry as he picked her up and gently placed her in his arms.  Her golden blonde hair was in a complete mess and Kayla was sweating all over.  She looked very pale, but funnily enough, she was just as always desirable to look at.  When he realized what he was thinking about rather than doing, Carrius wanted to miserably slap himself senseless.  He immediately took her hand and felt her energy.  For one, it was weak, disoriented and wavering.  Kayla was obviously not in a good shape.  She had finally started to come around after a few minutes of him holding her hand as she shared his energy this time.  Instantly, Carrius felt the awkward situation splash him like a cold bucket of water to the face.  He cleared his throat, but didn't let go, he at least had to make sure she was fine.  When her eyes fluttered open, Kayla stared daggers at him.  

                            "What?" He confusedly asked as he let go of her now warm hand.   

                        Her response was a direct punch to his face.  It wasn't hard enough to knock him down though.  Carrius was stronger than that, besides, Kayla wasn't in any position to throw hard punches at him yet.  "Why do you expand your parameters in exclusion mode all the time?" She asked in between gritted teeth.

                            Carrius was dumbfounded.  He arched his eyebrows in perplexity.  "Do explain.  I am not thinking straight since that dream."

                             My dream.  As soon as he said that, he wondered if any of it could've happened or if it was already happening at the same moment they were talking.

                            She tried pushing him away.  "You disturbed me from my sleep, you—"

                        He grabbed her arms.  "Kayla, I had a dream.  I swear, it, it looked so real."

                       Kayla pried her arms away from him, stood up and threw him a pillow.  "You were expanding in your dream?!” She growled.  “Well, that explains it! I almost got thrown out of the window, I'm just lucky that I jumped out of the way before—"

                        "Kayla, I'm serious!" Carrius interrupted.  "Somebody's probably getting killed right now!"

                   She stopped herself from throwing him another pillow.  Instead, she swallowed her anger and exhaled.  "What are you talking about? Is it another one of those prophetic dreams of yours?" Kayla asked with a hand rubbing her aching head.

                            He seriously looked at her.  "Yes."

                          Kayla paused for awhile and sat back down again to face him.  Carrius was now the one who was sweating and starting to look pale.  "What do we have to do about it then?" She asked.

                         He bit his lip.  "The place had lamps..." He stared hard at those chocolate brown eyes.  "The park, that's the only place with lamps that flicker on and off."