Nephilum

Chapter 8

Rodger snapped his fingers and just as fire exploded from my hands, I found myself in some sort of desert. Despite Rodger not being here to torch, I continued to let out the fire. It surprisingly made me feel better. Once there was nothing left in me to extract, I fell to the ground.

This was a lot more tiring than it was the first time I did it. I think I might have been riding an adrenaline high though. I looked around. There was nothing but sand in every direction. Sand dunes piled higher than my head. Beads of sweat were pouring down my forehead and back. I don't think it was just because of my outburst, but also because it had to be at least 115 degrees Farenheight. (About 46 degrees Celsius)

I staggered to my feet. Rough sand stuck to me and it was really getting annoying. I wiped some sweat from my brow I looked around again. At first I didn't see anything, but then I saw it. A silhouette about a mile or two away from me. I couldn't see well enough to see who or what it was.

All I knew was that I was not taking any chances. I quickly jogged the opposite direction, checking over my shoulders nervously every few steps. Where the heck am I and who is following me?

My throat was scratchy and dry. I craved a cold glass of water to quench my thirst, but there was nothing in sight but tall sand dunes and that person following me. After a few hours I sank into the ground. I just couldn't do it anymore. It was so hot and I was exhausted from everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours.

I breathed for a moment, trying to catch my breath. The only sounds were coming from the wind blowing sand around. It was starting to get dark so I closed my eyes to get some sleep. I wouldn't be able to navigate in the dark anyway, so I might as well spend it getting some rest.

I woke some time later to a noise. My eyelids fluttered open and I frowned, wondering what woke me. I heard another noise. I froze, completely alert. My ears strained hard to pick up the source of the noise.

There it was again. A slight shuffling sound. It was getting closer to me. My heart was beating so hard I could feel it in my toes. I quickly stood up as fast as I could without making a lot of noise. The shuffling was coming from the right so I started tiptoeing to the left.

I heard a muffled curse from a few feet behind me and that's when I didn't care how much noise I made. I just high tailed it. My feet dug deep into the sand to give me more traction. I pushed my legs to run faster than I've ever fun before.

My breath was coming out in short bursts. If my adrenaline wasn't so high, I would have been sure there would be a very painful stitch in my side. There were footsteps behind me. Then they stopped. I frowned in confusion, but kept sprinting.

Bam. I slammed into something rock hard. I bounced from the object I hit and landed on the ground with a groan. I would no doubt have a few bruises tomorrow. Well, if I live anyway. I was on my feet again in a matter of seconds, and started running back the way I came.

"Dang it Elizabeth! It's me." Came a familiar voice from behind me.

"Wait, James?" I panted. I stopped running and gazed in the direction I heard his voice. Due to the darkness blanketing us, I could only see the faint outline of his body.

"Yes it's me. We need to get out of here. There has been a demon trailing you all day." He walked over to me and this time I didn't run away.

"No. I'm not going with you. You guys zapped me to the middle of freaking nowhere. I nearly died multiple times." That was kind of stretching the truth a bit, but I did nearly walk into a cactus a few hours ago.

"Lizzy I don't have time for this right now." He grabbed my arm and the world faded to black. The only thing I could think of as we resurfaced in Heaven and I nearly fell on my butt, was that he called me Lizzy. Before he would always call me Elizabeth. For some reason I liked it when he called me Lizzy.