I slid off Cheif's back, allowing him to wander slightly. I knew
that as long as Leona stayed, he would stay. I gathered up some
dead branches from a nearby thicket of trees, placing them in a
camp fire configuration. I pulled out my flint and steel from my
bag, before gesturing for Maurina to come over. "Can you get the
fire going? I want to scout out the area before it gets to dark." I
asked, holding out the tools.
I smiled and took the tools. "Go ahead, I'll get the fire going.
Brutis and the horses are here. I'd have to be deaf and blind to
not hear a warning from them."
Bending down, I hit the pieces together, getting a spark. As soon
as I get some of the kindling caught fire, I blew gently on it,
fanning the flames.
When the fire was going pretty well, I placed some meat over a spit
and began cooking.
I spent about twenty minutes scouting around, but didn't find
anything interesting. To our right, far off in the distance, were
some moving things. I could only assume they were Ex. I quickly
made my way back to our camp, being greeted by the smell of cooking
meat. "Mm, that smells good." I said. "What is it?"
"A rabbit. Brutis brought it to me earlier and since it's so cold
out, I figured it wouldn't go bad." I told him, scratching Bru's
head. Leona and Chief were content to munch on the grass and bushes
nearby.
When the meat was ready, I plucked off a piece for Jacob, Brutis,
and myself. I bit into the meat and the juices melted in my mouth.
"Bru! You got a good one!"
I licked the juices off of my fingers before Brutis could get it.
I bit into the rabbit, savoring the juicy meat. It had been a
awhile since I had eaten fresh meat. After I had pick the bone
clean, I reached in my bag and grabbed my black ocarina. My dad had
gotten it for me for my fifteenth birthday, seeing as I loved
Legend of Zelda games. I had practiced everyday for months, till I
had mastered it. It's soothing notes had always brought me comfort,
more so now than ever. It was the only keepsake from my life
before. I began to play my favorite song, The Song of Storms, but
slower than usual. More like the eye of the storm. Soft and calm.
I watched him pull a strange black instrument from his pack. I
didn't know what it was but when he started playing it, I relaxed.
The song was slow and melodic. I'd always loved music. I had played
the violin and sung. But I hadn't done that in years. Maybe...if I
found the right time?
Brutis gave a howl, singing to the music.
I put everything I had into that song. All of my troubles, every
worry I had felt during the day, I let flow into the notes. As I
played I thought of home, and my family. I missed them terribly.
Those feelings flowed into the song. I thought of my feelings for
Maurina, however confused they might be. It felt so strange. I
realize that it was love. Not only love, but also a feeling of
brotherly protectiveness. These feelings clashed in my mind. I let
them wash away into my music. By the time I had finished, I
realized that tears had been rolling down my face for quite some
time now. I quickly wiped them away.
I saw him wipe at his eyes, but I didn't pry. I didn't want to
upset him. I didn't know how I felt about this strange boy. One
part of me wanted to get to know him better. To learn his likes and
dislikes. But another part of me didn't care, so long as I got to
be near him.
"So, what's your story?" I finally asked, looking over at him, "If
you don't mind me asking."
Brutis lifted his head and looked at Jacob as well.
I hesitated. Did I trust this girl enough to tell her? Yes of
course i did. But was I ready to relive those old nightmares? Those
horrible events that I had, for the last two years, done my best to
forget. As I thought about it, I trembled slightly. I remebered the
darkness, the blood and the screaming... so much screaming. No I
couldn't put myself through that again. "I-I don't mind you asking,
but I can't tell you. Please understand, it's not because I don't
trust you, it's just..." I put my head between my clenched fists.
The tears had begun to flow again. "I just can't."
"I understand. The last two years have been...well they've been
hell," I berated myself for upsetting him like that. Hesitantly, I
crawled over to him and placed a hand on his back. I don't know
what prompted me to do it. It just felt right. Not knowing what
else to do, I began to sing. It was an old song about rainbows and
nature. Her mom used to sing her to sleep with it. Her voice was
clear and sorrowful. But she was glad she was able to sing again.
Her touch was electric, sending a shiver up my spine. It seemed to
soothe my wounds, which had begun to sting again. When she began to
sing my soul seemed to sing with her, shaking off the pain of my
past. Her voice was beautiful and enchanting, like that of the
Sirens of ancient myth. Maybe it was a part of her powers, but I
didn't really care. I simply sat and listened. I could't understand
why she trusted me so much. Even after all she had been through,
here she sat, comforting and singing to me, a total stranger. It
was then that I realized it. I loved this girl, loved her more than
I had ever loved anyone. I would do anything for her, as long as it
made her happy. I leaned against her shoulder, hoping she wouldn't
mind, and whispered, "Thank you."
"I-you're welcome," I spoke softly. I was stunned when he leaned
into me. My nerve endings were acutely aware of his presence.
Everywhere they touched sparked a fire on my skin. He seemed to
trust me. I don't know what I'd done to spark that trust but I was
suddenly glad I did. He was different from every other boy I'd ever
meet. With a start, I realized I trusted him back. I wanted to be
more then just friends with him. I hadn't thought I'd find someone
like that ever. I was suddenly worried he could tell and didn't
want me like that. I pet Brutis absently, letting his warm fur
soothe me.
A worry began to grow in the back of my mind, gnawing at my
consciousness. What if she didn't feel the same way I did? I wasn't
sure what I would do if she rejected me. I decided that I would
wait. Take some time to judge her reactions. Then if she seemed to
reciprocate my feeling toward her, I would tell her how I felt. I
lay back, using my bag as a pillow, and stared up at the stars. One
thing you couldn't deny, the apocalypse sure had improved New
York's air quality. My eyes began to grow heavy as I stared into
the sky. Soon I had drifted into a peaceful slumber.
I nearly cried out in pain when he moved away. I was so surprised
by my reaction I sat there stunned, watching him lay back. My face
grew red as I realized what a creeper I'd look like if he suddenly
sat up. But I couldn't look away! Brutis had already fallen asleep.
So I lay down, resting my head on him. I lay on my side, watching
Jacob. His deep even breathing lulling me into sleep.
Screaming... So much screaming... My sleeping mind was filled with
my terrible memories. They tore at me, like a lion would tear at
its prey. After a while I began to dream. I stood in a dark wood,
staring at a house through the trees. Moving closer, I stopped
beneath a large window from which light was pouring. A woman
suddenly peeked past the closed curtains. When she saw me she
screamed, running away from the window. Her name was Kathrine. I
don't know how I knew her name, but I did. I teleported into the
building, standing at the end of a long hallway. Kathrine stood at
the other end, letting out a shriek, before entering one of the
rooms and slamming the door behind her. Silly girl. I was not
confined to human limitations. Walls and doors meant nothing to me.
I moved into the room with her. She sat huddled in the corner,
sobbing and trembling. I stood directly before her, reaching out
with my pale white hand. She would be mine... I started awake
suddenly, gasping for breath. Rubbing my temples, I thought about
the dream. I had never seen the woman before, but I knew whose eyes
I had been seeing out of. Twice now I had dreamed of him, but he
was just a story right? Some scary ghost tale someone had made up
on the Internet. But all stories start with facts.
I woke with a start and pulled out my fans, searching for the
danger. Jacob tossed and turned, crying out in his sleep.
"Jacob! Hey! It's alright! Hey! It's just a bad dream! Jacob! I'm
right here!" I franticly called, trying to rouse him. Unable to
stand seeing him seeing him like that, I enfolded him in a hug,
somehow hoping he'd sense it and relax!
Brutis whined, circling them nervously. He yipped, and looked at
Jacob anxiously. The horses pulled at there reins, freaked out by
Jacobs screams and the wolfs strange behavior.
I awoke with so much force that I accidentally knocked Maurina
back. My mind was in such agony that I didn't even notice. Images
flashed through my head, of the terrible night this had all
started. I watched again as the monster tore my parents apart. As
I tore them apart... I threw my head back and let out an
wail of despair, more like the sound of tearing metal than a human
cry. The horses tore themselves loose, bolting away into the trees.
My face was bleeding profusely, and it felt like acid ran through
my viens. I was the one who killed them. My family died at my
hands. How could I live with that? I had to get away, had to keep
Maurina safe. I was too dangerous. Maybe the world would be better
off without me... I crawled a few feet before the pain overtook me.
As the world faded to black, all I say was, "I'm sorry..."
"Jacob! Hey! You're okay! I'm here!" I yelled, trying to get his
attention. He was frantic, trying to get away from me. I sobbed,
trying to call him down. Did I do something wrong? I didn't think I
had. When he passed out, I crawled over to his side, gently
stroking his hair out of his face. He'd ripped open his scabs. With
a heavy heart I sent about cleaning them. Then I pulled him by the
fire with Brutis' help. I placed a blanket over him and put his
head in my lap. He had a fever. I took a damp cloth and gently
wiped the sweat from his brow.
In my unconsciousness I did not dream. Instead I was forced to
watch my slaughter over and over again. I was in a hell of my own
design, unable to escape or even look away. My mental agony led to
me speaking softly in my fitful sleep. Over and over I repeated the
same words. "I did it. It was me. It's me. It's me. Save her. Save
her. Save her..." Then a soft silky voice, filled with gleeful
malice, whispered to my mind. "You can't"
I didn't know who he was talking about but I suddenly was flooded
by jealousy. I realized I wanted Jacob to want me that way. Shame
and guilt washed over me like an icy bath. How could I even think
like that?! He was in pain!
"Jacob, hey, you're okay! You're safe! Please, wake up, let me help
you," I whispered. I still held his head in my lap, trying to keep
his fever down.