Parapsychology (MPHFPC)

Chapter 12

Horace's POV

As always at first my vision was all blank.

Then it flashed to a scene with Emma, Bronwyn, Callie and I. We were standing outside the apartment complex around sundown. Everyone had a bag there were carrying and it looked like we were getting ready to leave. Perhaps to go find someone or to go join a larger group of people. We didn't notice the large shadow coming up behind us, until Callie screamed falling to the ground, getting dragged away from us by her ankle.

I could see the fear flashing through her eyes. "Run!" She shrieked. Emma grabbed Bronwyn's arm and bolted in the opposite direction, but I stood there frozen watching Callie get dragged away, eyes shut tight.

I tried as hard as I could to wake up then, to warn everyone and to see if she was okay but by then sleep's hold on me was to strong.

The scene changed again, to Enoch, Hugh, and Fiona locked up in what looked like jail cells. A man entered the room, I could barely see as he smiled deviously at the group. "My friend should be getting to you group of friends right about now."

It was only then that he lifted his head up revealing milky white eyes.

The man headed back to the exit of the room.

"I'm off to go find another one of your little friends. Don't go anywhere while I'm gone."

The scene faded to black but his haunting laughter still echoed in my mind. As soon as the sound faded completely my eyes shot open.

It was still dark out and the nearest person was Callie, who was sitting cross legged on the floor with her eyes closed. Her chest was still rising and falling though so even though I couldn't see her blue eyes, I knew she was still breathing.

Not knowing what else to do I rushed over to her and shook her shoulders. "Callie! Callie wake up!"

The only form of response I got was her body going limp and falling back as if she was comatose.

Callie's POV

I was going back and forth between Millard and Olive instructing them on how to find each other, when I felt my body shaking rapidly. It broke my concentration on the connection with Olive so I couldn't hear her anymore.

I figured someone was trying to wake me up, and by the muffled sound of somebody yelling for me to wake up, I think it's Horace.

For some reason though I couldn't wake up. I couldn't open my eyes, it was like they were glued shut and all of my other senses were dulled too.

The shaking and screaming stopped for a minute before a new voice started calling.

It was higher pitched and more feminine. I think it was Bronwyn.

I kept trying to wake up. But I couldn't move at all. I was trapped inside my own body, and that's terrifying.

Eventually I couldn't hear anything. Not Bronwyn or Horace trying to wake me up. Nothing.

It felt like days were passing around me. I began to think that maybe since I wasn't waking up that Emma, had made them move on. That when I woke up, if I woke up my new friends wouldn't be there. That they would've moved on to try and find their friends some other way.

I tried talking to all of them mentally but nothing worked.

I was beginning to lose hope that I would ever wake up.

Then I began to regain some control. I could move my fingers.

The my arms and feet. I began to be able to hear more.

If I focused could feel my chest rising and falling with my breathing again.

Then I was able to open my eyes. It was now bright outside. Probably around noon.

I pushed up with my arms so that I was sitting up right. I was still on the floor where I had been when. I first talked to Millard.

"You're awake!" Bronwyn's voice rang out and within seconds I was being hugged tightly from behind and lifted off the floor.

I smiled widely knowing that they hadn't abandoned me, and hugged the arms that were wrapped across my waist since I couldn't hug her normally.

Due to her picking me up when she hugged me when she finally let go, I was standing in the middle of the room a wide smile on my face.

Hearing Bronwyn shout drew Emma and Horace into the room. Both of them looked relieved to see I'd woken up.

"So, what happened?" I said looking up at them.

Emma looked at Horace almost accusingly.

"You guys keep packing I'll explain." Horace muttered

Emma nodded stiffly and took Bronwyn back into the kitchen. I watched them go them go then turned back to Horace.

Horace's POV

She looked at me, and I swear he blue eyes had never been that pearcing before. There were a host of emotions swirling in them, among them fear, and confusion.

"So after you convinced me to go to sleep, I had a nightmare. " I started hesitantly.

She nodded and some of the sharpness in her expression morphed into thought.

"A white has Enoch, Fiona and Hugh, and it's going to find Olive"

She nodded and I could see the worry in her eyes double.

"I also saw that a Hollow is chasing us. It's going to get here at dusk."

I left out the part where it grabbed her ankle and dragged her away, because I didn't see how that ended.

"After I managed to break out of my sleep, I ran over and tried to wake you up to tell you, but then you went limp and wouldn't wake up."

She nodded again. I began to get really worried when she didn't respond. I'd been preparing myself all day for her to tell at me, for her to be mad.

"When you tried to wake me up, I was talking to Olive, trying to direct her to where Millard was. When you tried to wake me up, it broke my connection with Olive. When you did that it must've trapped me somewhere between the an awake state and the state I go into when I talk to people mentally. "

I nodded, she didn't seem to be mad, or angry though.

"Well at least we know not to try and wake me up now."

"So you're not mad?"

"Of course not. I was the one who told you I'd be right there if you needed me, and like I said we learned from it. Now, if we're going to get out of here before dusk, we need to finish packing."