P.laris Project: Affinities

003. Project: Glimpses

Rhea's POV

The sky at night always seemed more peaceful somehow. I pulled the blanket a little closer to my body. The night air nipping at my nose and fingers. The house was silent beneath me. The night was dark and still. Occasionally a car would drive by and illuminate the road drowning the world in black once it passed.

The roof, I know, was not meant to stargaze on; it was meant to keep us from the elements. Yet I found myself sneaking up here night after night to gaze up at the heavens. The cold barrel of the flashlight pressed against my waist, ensuring my safety back to my window.

"There's Mercury." I mutter to myself focusing on a small dot among the others. Mercury was a shyer planet than Venus which was bright and in your face. A thin cloud passed over the moon.

I jumped as a dog barked a few houses down. My heart racing, pounding in my chest. I placed my hand over my heart. My own heartbeat reverberated through my body. My heart calmed down from the barking and six other heartbeats joined mine. Perfectly in sync. It was still odd. Having other heartbeats. It was weird, knowing you were connected to other people. I thought I was going crazy and that I only had one. Little did I know, no, it was six other heartbeats for six other people. I found out when one randomly sped up quickly. It was a dull pounding. It was alarming to say the least.

Pulling the blanket around my body more, I stared at the sky. The sky layed out like painting. The moon shining down, casting a glow on everything.

Did one of those stars just wink at me? A bright star off to my left just, for lack of a better word; blinked, or winked at me. It flickered in the night sky. That was odd. Very odd. Laying back on my roof, I squirmed until I found a comfortable place in between the divots. Blowing away a fly away curl, the night sky became my blanket.

...

It was black, but not the regular black. The inky black of the sky. It wrapped around me, the inky surroundings not quite in a liquid or gaseous state but something in between.

"She isn't ready!" A booming voice said. It was said in a hushed aside tone. I got the distinct impression that it was trying to not let me hear.

"She is, She has to be!" Another voice spoke. The voice sounded old, yet young, and a hundred voices in one.

"Why not test her?" another one asked. This one was like the first and only one voice was contained in it.

"Fine then test her."Another said. "The outcome doesn't matter, Whether she is ready now. She has to be, We are running out of time." This voice, was harsh and old, it cascaded around the scenes. It was that of beauty. Which was odd seeing as it was a voice, and ancestral. Before I could do anything the inky blackness absorbed me and I had the sensation of floating on my back.

It carried me along, my own will no concern to it. Thrusting my body in a sitting position, I saw a boy. He looked to be my age. He had blonde hair that was disheveled, red flecks staining the gold. His eyes were scared staring ahead of him, or should I say eye. Only one blue eye stared at something I couldn't see. On the left side of his face were scars that pulled down his face. His eye was damaged by the raking claw marks. The claw marks looked fresh and were bleeding. The boy's hands was covered in his own blood. His mouth opened, but before anything came out of his mouth I was thrust back into the lying down position and the boy disappeared.

I was brought slowly out of the floating sensation until I was standing still. The boy still in my thoughts. Was that my imagination? I didn't think I could be that detailed. He was scared, his face held some sort of horrors I wasn't sure I wanted to know.