Broken Genes

Chapter Six

The next morning Jase arrived, as promised, on my doorstep. He had a cup of steaming coffee in each hand and I almost rugby tackle him. My face must have looked awful along with the rest of me as despite getting up and hour previous to Jase’s arrival, I was still dressed in sweaty pyjamas and my hair was a mess. Other than being a bit feverish, I almost felt calm. I knew that dream hadn’t been the same as the others, and for some reason, that felt like a good thing.

Jase insisted that I told him everything, so that’s what I did. I explained getting up from my normal nightmare, discovering I had a fever, and then, finally, I described the dream. I told Jase how it had felt different and yet I knew it was the same sort of thing as the previous visions. But there was one thing that I was certain of, and this was that although it had been a vision, the person in the one from last night knew something about all this – about me, and whether this was real or not, I had to find out what this was about.

Jase listened and at the end I noticed we had moved ourselves into the kitchen and were sitting at the table. Jase was making notes on a small notepad – which I hadn’t noticed when he had come in.

Once I had finished talking, Jase continued writing notes, so I picked up my now cold coffee and finished it in a few seconds. I set the cup back onto the table and Jase jumped a little and looked up.

“Sorry,” he said with a smile, “I thought it might be worth taking a few notes.”

“Its fine,” I reply, “So do you have any ideas?”

“A few, but if I ask you some questions about the dreams, it could help.” He says.

“Yeah, whatever.” I reply, sighing at the thought of an interrogation.

“You have to tell me the truth.” He says with a stern look on his face. I nod, but don’t know how much I can really tell him.

“Okay. Well let’s start with the obvious. ‘The others’ have been mentions a few times. So… who are they?” he asks.

“I have no idea. Although I hate to admit it, you’re my only friend. I don’t really know anyone else.” I say truthfully.

“Nobody from school?” he asks and I shake my head in reply. He lets out a sigh and mumbles, “another question mark.”

“Next question.” I say.

“Okay. I have main things I need to address. What’s the relevance of you turning sixteen? What’s all this about you being powerful? Oh, and one more thing… What on earth is an Alien Hunter?”

I take a deep breath, “I don’t know about me turning sixteen, or about me being powerful, but I have a horrid feeling those ‘Alien Hunters’ are the other guys in my previous visions – and they didn’t look like they liked me.”

I notice I am shaking and I grip the table – my knuckles turning white. Jase sighs and shakes his head and a giddy smile appears on his face. At last Jase lets out a small laugh and says, “Why are we worrying? I mean Aliens don’t exist! Besides, no offence, but why would they be after you?”

I drop my head into my hands and says, “I don’t know. Maybe I am just worked up.”

Jase stands up and pats me on the shoulder before saying, “Look man, I’ve got to go but I am here if you need me, okay? If I was you, I would just relax, you are probably stressed and I think you should just let it blow over.” He holds his hand to my forehead and I quickly bat him away, “That fever can’t be helping you. Get some rest. I’ll see you later.”

He walks of and a few seconds later I hear the front door close. I take his advice and head of too bed for ‘rest’. I guess he’s right. I shouldn’t be getting so worked up. Aliens! What am I thinking? I let out a long sigh. However much I try to forget about the dreams, I can’t. They know something and I will find it out. Slowly I drift off into a light sleep.