Supernova

Cat Scratch Fever

 Date: June 15, 2012

Time: 10 pm

Subject: Cat Scratch Fever

----Elijah----

We decided to find somewhere to sleep for the night. We could have made it to Bass Pro Shops today but it was just to tiring honestly. I barely had gotten any sleep lately. I spun into some parking lot to a motel. Last time we went to a motel it didn’t work out so well, but nothing was around the area. We were in like the town nobody lived in and quickly killed the Outcomes of ones who did. “We’re here!” I announced turning around to see Griffin and Bliss sleeping with there heads lolled to the side and Bliss drooling. Ezekial snapped his fingers in their face.

“Wake up!” He said in there ears. There faces jerked up with there Outcome scarred instincts making them alarmed. They quickly realized they had fallen asleep and were sitting in the Jeep.

“Oh.” Griffin sighed. They popped open their car doors and Ezekial climbed over the row of seats with Jedidiah to get out of the car. Akemi and I opened are doors and walked out. I slowly approached the lonesome motel and my feet painted the 3-D image of everything around me. No substances of life besides my friends were shown, just some crappy hotel necessities.

“Alls clear.” I monitored. They slowly walked over; obviously hoping I’d be first to open the door. “We need a key card.” I announced sighing. I was so tired, all I wanted to do was sleep. Bliss strutted over and twitched her hand in a motion. Next thing you knew the door was unlocked and cracked open.

“Techno path stuff.” She said. I nodded.

“Sweet!” Akemi exclaimed.

“You could sneak into some guy you liked house like that!” Ezekial announced. We all laughed.

“I would not do that!” She exclaimed with a laugh. Ezekial gave her a joking look that said ‘really now?’ She laughed.

I entered the room first and flopping onto one of the queen sized beds. Akemi plopped down next to me. I kind of felt like making out, but I was too tired so I hoped he wouldn’t try to.

“Uh… where are we all sleeping?” Ezekial slowly asked. Griffin looked around noticing shortage of beds and flopped down on the free bed as quickly as possible.

“Bliss can squeeze on this side of me.” I told them. “Jedidiah is sleeping with you and Griffin.” I finished.

“Ew!” Ezekial moaned.

“You want to and you know it!” Jedidiah joked hopping on Ezekial’s back. Ezekial threw him over his shoulder onto the bed. “Feisty aren’t we!” Jedidiah joked again cracking up laughing.

“Why I ought to!” Ezekial exclaimed pretending to back hand Jedidiah. Jedidiah and Griffin laughed. Ezekial plopped down on the end of the bed and Jedidiah pushed him off. “You know what?” Ezekial said standing up. He finished by jumping in between Griffin and Jedidiah so he couldn’t be pushed off anymore. Jedidiah laughed his signature high pitched scratchy laugh and then threw the blanket over him.

“Ew, wait no. I don’t trust these hotel blankets, especially since we’re in an apocalypse.” He said tossing it off with a disgusted snarl. I knew he would end up putting it back over himself later though. I moaned into the pillow.

“You tired?” Akemi asked squeezing the palm of my hand lovingly. I nodded covering my face with my free hand.

“You’re tired?” Jedidiah asked from across the room.

“Yes!” I loudly moaned.

“I thought cats were nocturnal?” He asked laughing.

“Not when they haven’t slept in three nights.” I growled.

“Oh, I’ll be quiet then so you can sleep.” He said. One, two, three… “La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La!” Jedidiah began loudly singing. Ezekial joined in. I called it. I growled in frustration.

“Shut up, I’m tired to! I haven’t slept well either!” Griffin exclaimed hostile. Jedidiah and Ezekial laughed. They continued louder now. Griffin and I ignored them and then finally they stopped.

“Alright, I’m done. Night Elijah.” Jedidiah sighed.

“Goodnight Jedidiah.” I sighed back with a smile of happiness on my face. Gosh it was so good for him to be back. Part of me really wanted him to be next to me in this bed. No, that’s wrong! I have Akemi and I am happy! It wouldn’t be fair for either of us if we dated. It would ruin are friendship and I couldn’t deal with that. I realized I was staring at the ceiling and then closed my eyes.

My palms were sweaty. My head was sweaty. I was all sweating. Oh my God, I was going to throw up. My stomach was pounding. I scampered to the door and threw it open and as if on queue I vomited all over the concrete. It wasn’t just vomit, there was blood in it. Piercing pains splintered through my abdomen. It felt like someone had broken a board and was jabbing me with all of its splintering pieces over and over again. I shrieked and fell on the floor. Before I knew it hot tears were streaming down my face. Am I dying? What is happening to me? I felt hands on my shoulders and panicking voices. My head was swirling to fast to make any thing out. I saw Griffin drop to the floor next to me and heard him shriek in pain. Something wet splattered lightly on my arm. Griffin had just thrown up.

The pain hit me again harder this time pulsing all through my legs. “Help!” I screamed as loud as I could, but I knew it would not help. I was all the way on the ground now. Everyone was panicking and screaming but I still could not understand what they were saying. It was as if the room was spinning in four dimensions. The walls were spinning one way, my friends’ bodies were spinning another, and there heads were spinning the opposite ways of there bodies, and they were all blurry. I could only make out shapes and sizes. They were running, panicking.

I’m dying. I know I am. This radiation has taken its toll. I never told Jedidiah how I truly felt about him, or Ezekial. I hadn’t told any of them anything I had been keeping inside and now I was dying and it was all to late. My bodies pain hit again roughly, making me jerk into the hotel's wall. I screamed and threw up again. Was I laying in my puke, or Griffin’s puke, or had I steered clear from the spills of vomit. I could hear them trying to ask me something. I wanted to tell them I could not understand them. I wanted to tell them everything, but the only sounds escaping my rosy lips were ear shattering screams twisted into Griffins. Our screams harmonized in the rain of terror and pain we were feeling. I felt my body being picked up and lifted and it only made the pain worse because my stomach was being pressed up against someone’s shoulder. I screamed louder and louder. I felt my skin tearing on my hands and screamed even louder at the site of my blurry knuckles burrowing out of my skin. Whoever was carrying me was shouting too. I didn’t know if he was shouting to me, the others, or himself. Blood drizzled down my arms and down the back of my carrier’s shirt.

They noticed the dampness of their shirt, because they stopped and put me in cradle style. They picked up one of my hands and I shot it back in pain with a loud scream that you could probably hear forty miles away. When they had taken my hand it felt as if someone had stabbed a blazing hot iron sword through the bones in my fingertips. They began moving faster now. I wasn’t sure if I was on the ground or in the air so I really had no idea who was carrying me. Sweat rolled of my arms in full droplets. My body temperature was at least 107 degrees. The trees were falling over and the ground was shaking, I was hallucinating and I knew it but my mind was still frightened, in pain, and dying.

I felt my eyelids getting heavy. The carrier was trying to tell me encouraging words probably along the lines of “stay with me” or “don’t go to sleep” like you see the person begging before there friend dies. I knew my eyes were closing for the last time. I was fighting, I fought so hard to keep them open but it felt like semi trucks were my eyelids and they were driving full speed the opposite direction. I saw the blurs of red sliding down my once porcelain skin. Now my skin was blood stained and my hands skin was degrading. Was I becoming an Outcome? No, it couldn’t be. I’d rather just die! I took one last look at the blurred figure looming over me and then my eyes closed.