The Strange Life Of Felix Grant

Chapter 24: Lost

I wake up, and look around, seeing a blank room with walls like that of all the walls in this place. I am laying on the ground in the middle of the room, and I am alone. I continue to search with my eyes but find no trace of my friends. I get up, and become aware of a deep rooted soreness throughout my entire body, like I had been working out for twelve hours the day before.

As I get to my feet a soft gentle wind blows through the room from no general direction. I try to find the source, but fail in the attempt. My eyes scour every inch of the room, but there seems to be no exit. I walk along the walls pushing at different parts until my hand connects with air where there appears to be a wall. The wall wavers in my sight as if I am looking at a cube you draw on paper, so that it sometimes seems like a cube and other times it seems to just be two squares drawn on top of each other.

I walk through it, with a strange feeling passing through my body as I do. As I step through I gasp as I see that I'm looking at a street in a city. There are shops on each side of the street, and a few people are milling about. It's snowing lightly, but I can't feel the cold, and the snowflakes fall straight through me.

"I never wrote in a dairy though." I mutter to myself.

I look around the street, and my heart climbs into my throat as I see my dad walking towards me. It's my dad as he was in the memories I watched at first, the lines of worry aren't there, and he looks to be very happy. Despite the snow he is in shorts and a tank top, and he has his kendo bag on his back. Bruises line his arms, but they don't seem to bother him in the slightest.

"Sebastian Grant." A familiar voice calls from behind me. I whip around to find Damian standing there.

"Do I know you?" Dad asks looking wary, the way he does right before we spar.

"Not yet, but you and I are to become well acquainted over the next decade or so."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't feel like it, someone is missing me, and I must return."

"If only you had a choice." Damian says stepping closer.

Out of nowhere, before I can blink the kendo stick is out, and has struck Damian on the head. He doesn't flinch or make any movements.

"I don't know what your head is made of, but if you come any closer, I'll shove this up your ass and see if that hurts."

"What a shame I was hoping not to involve Alexandra in this, but it appears you are going to be difficult." Damian says rubbing the spot where he was struck. A dark shadow crosses my fathers face, and he appears dangerous and lethal. Damian sees the change in his bearing and takes a step back. "I don't wish to hurt you, but if you keep this up I will. I only wish to have a talk with you about your work." A flash of irritation crosses dad's face, but he remains as he is.

"I don't know how you found out who I am, but you should respect my decision for using a fake name. I don't do too well with my fans, and I would appreciate you leaving me be."

"You misunderstand, I am not here to praise your work, I am here to offer you, well not really offer. In any case I am here to tell you of your future works, as I have with all fiction authors. I am here to show you things that humans will not get to see for another few generations."

"I'll pass, my work is my own, and Allie will be wondering where I am. Good night, and please don't follow me, I'm in no mood for violence." He says as he bends to retrieve the bag. He places the kendo stick in the bag and walks past Damian.

"As I said before Sebastian, you don't have a choice. We can either talk about this in a civilized manner, or I can accompany you home, and we can talk about this with your beloved. Do not misunderstand I mean you no harm, but like all other fiction authors before you, I must speak with you at length."