Chapter 1; Blaez
There was nothing I could do, except watch him bleed to death. His body was tremoring like a new born calf, knees too weak to support his weight, bones too heavy to stay straight. His skin was twice as pale against the moonlight and from the tremendous loss of blood. The chilly summer air whisped around us, whispering little secrets. The tree branches swayed slightly, and the rustling of the leaves on the trees was soothing. It would have been a beautiful night if not for the dying boy in my arms. A shadow walked out from behind a tree. Not one, but five.
"What do you want? Stay away! If you touch him, I'll kill you!" I scream. The figure lifts a hand, and I feel like I'm suffocating. My mouth had been sealed, not by force, but by some unnatural power. I try to scream, but I can't, my mouth is shut. The shadows slowly advance towards us, not making a noise what so ever as they walked.
What are you. I thought.
There was no response other than the swishing of the trees. I look down at the boy in my arms, hugging him closer to my body. His eyes fluttered open, small breaths escape his small chest. His ribs have caved into them selves from the fatal blow. I see a near by stick, and pick it up quickly. As I turn back around, the hooded figure is directly in front of me, its darkened face next to mine. I feel its breath. It's cold. A shiver runs down my spine, as it wheezes between breaths. It rasps something, but I don't understand. I shake my head, showing it I don't understand.
It swiftly grabs my neck, and lets out a giant screech. The boy in my arms groans, unable to do anything else. I grasp the stick tight in my hand and thrust it forward, sinking it deep into the hooded figures face. Impact. I feel the stick ram into something, sinking in with an ominous sensation. I pushed it farther. The figure screeched louder, clutching its face. It turned away from me, stumbling around, try to remove the stick. I looked down at the boy, checking up on him. The face was no longer the boys anymore. It was Ryker, then morphed into Koda, then Tallon, and repeated the cycle.
NO STOP, PLEASE STOP. I screamed in my head, hot tears ran down my frozen cheeks, even though it was mid summer. The hooded figure removed its hood, revealing a mutilated face, including the stick. I shut my eyes, and let the frost freeze me over. I heard a voice, and someone shaking me.
"Blaez, Blaez you okay man? Blaez!"
I opened my eyes. A familiar scene was before me.
It was a dream, nothing more. Just a dream. I tell myself, rubbing my eyes. Ryker was squatting in front of me, hand on my shoulder.
"You okay?" He asks, pushing up his glasses that were sitting on an awkward angle.
"Yeah, bad dream, that's all." I respond, ruffling his hair. He smiles.
"Okay. Hey, we're almost home, the escarpment is like a five minute run from here." He says.
"Lets go, I'm not feeling like sleeping anymore." I say, unable to shake the dream out of my mind.
The sun hadn't risen yet, but just about. The sky was a pale greyish green, and the stars were freckled across the cosmos. I stood up, taking in a big breath. It's been three weeks since we departed Winnipeg lake. I've had short telepathic discussions with Adalia, but Evalana denies any contact. Damien only replies with single word answers. We started with eight pack members, now it's only five, divided into two groups. I threw my backpack over my shoulder and started walking. The road was so familiar, but yet it wasn't. I was terrified to go back. I know what awaited me, and I wasn't excited. Too many questions, and not enough answers. I shake my head, looking up at the sky again. The Cheshire moon was looking down at me, grinning. We came to a fast jog, following the road. We finally reached it, the edge of the escarpment. We were on the Sydneyham bridge, which went down the escarpment and into Dundas. This was it. We were home. The sun rose, a beautiful rose gold colour, illuminating all of Dundas and Ancaster. You could see the Hamilton escarpment from here, all the apartments and houses. The factories were still functioning, the fire's blazing from the tall pipes. The dew drops on the blades of grass sparkled and shimmered elegantly in the playful sunlight.
"We made it Ryker, we're home." I said, hugging him.
