Colour Me Red

Chapter 12

Here's my new chapter! It's really short and I haven't read it over, so if you see any mistakes or if you're confused, just leave me a comment!

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The whole process was a little weird. Somehow, Nolan explained, there's a way to separate your soul from your body and go into this other world. I was nowhere near wrapping my head around it, but I know (according to Nolan) I somehow managed to do that exact thing and travel to where he was in my time of blood lust, so I guess it was good that I did. But the downside is I've been standing in the same spot for the past two hours trying to do it again so I could get home, but no such luck.

"You're not letting yourself go" Nolan let out a growl and I felt the temperature drop a few degrees, it was pretty obvious he was getting fairly frustrated.

"How the hell am I supposed to let go!"

"Just open up your mind and call for your body, almost like you're screaming from a rooftop... Kinda."

"You are the worst teacher in the world." I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to find the link, the feeling of hopelessness seeping into my skin. I let my mind feel around, wonder, but still nothing seemed to take me out of the spirit world.

"Try thinking of Will. Try imagining him singing or, try imaging what's his face... The one who saw you turn into your Alpha."

"My Alpha? Is that my dog thing?"

"Dog thing, yea sure. But think of the boy."

"Zaire?" I looked over at Nolan and a smile stretched itself on my face, and just like that I felt as if tiny little fingers were stabbing and tugging at me. Hands grabbed my waist, wrists, neck, legs and I was being thrown through time. It was almost a familiar sensation, but not quite. My body felt light and free then suddenly I was confined inside my too tight body, something bubbling in my chest and slipping through my lips in a shrill scream. Pain shot in needles and knives, pain so extreme white danced around me. I let the fire consume me, trying to heal my broken body, but the pain continued. I still felt the hands on my body but their grip was slowly loosening until I felt nothing but my heart beat. I slowly opened my eyes and took in the darkness. I lifted my hands with the little energy I had and pressed them against the roof above me, then to my sides and suddenly a deluge of panic fell onto me.

"No no no," I whimpered banging my fists against the hard mahogany. I let out another scream and in my panic, flames shot out of my body and started burning the coffin around me until little piles of dirt were falling on top of me, causing me to scream louder, thrashing slightly and trying to bat the dirt away. It was getting harder and harder to breath as the fire ate all of the oxygen. My fire seemed to have a life of its own as it shot up straight from my chest just above my heart and through my mouth into the ground, burning so hot and bright I couldn't see anything for a few seconds until my fire died down completely and I was laying down in the coffin staring up at the blurry stars, plumes of smoke swirling around and my gasping in the cool night. My body was cooling rapidly and I wanted to move but the energy escaped me.

I stared at the stars until my breathing went back to normal and my heart calmed down. A wave of exhaustion went straight through me and the weight on my brain forced my eyes closed.

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I dreamt of a boy with his face covered by a red hood, his hand outstretched towards me. He was pointing at me with a bony finger, his breath echoing around the room. Slowly, one by one, more figures appeared around me, each wearing a red cloak that draped down them in crimson waves. I felt the pressure of their gaze as I stood in the middle of the the room, a strange design under my feet. The silence in the room suddenly became a chant of voices, each saying the same words over and over, the design under me lighting up, a pain shooting from the bottom of my feet, up my spine and settling itself in the front lobe of my brain. I was suddenly seeing things from someone else's eyes, and I saw that the person in the center wasn't me, but a man. He looked over in my direction and I saw panic cover his features as his eyes settled on me and through the pain he managed to yell with the loudest voice possible

"Run!"

And with that word the dream became blurry as if someone poured water on it and I woke up to the sun shining straight down onto me. Once again I woke up with aches all over my body, my joints and muscles tight like a wound rubber band and I had a feeling getting up was going to be a lot harder that I could manage.