Pain. Terribel pain. I felt like I was being stabbed, punched by a prized boxer, and being trampled on by a herd of rhinos all at the same time.
At the time, I didn't understand what happened. A bright light was coming toward me, and then when the light was so close that I could touch it everything became dark. I could feel the blackness pushing against me. I wanted to fight it, I tried to fight it, but I was just too weak. The blackness started pushing against me like a thick, woolen blanket trying to smother me.
Then the new pain came. The old pain and the blackness seemed as gentle as a lamb. The new pain was a worse stabbing pain. More like an axe being dragged down my body.
I tried to pinpoint where the new pain had started. It toke a couple of moments, but I found out that it started at my neck.
The pain was hurting so much that I thought I would die. I wanted to die. I found out that I could move my lips. I started a scream, but before I could even begin cold, hard, fingers were against my mouth, silencing me.
"Shush," hushed a soft, soothing voice. I felt cool breath brush my ear.
The pain started to dull and I could feel my hands and feet now. A couple moments later, I could feel nothing but coldness.
"Open you're eyes, Kris," the soft voice ordered. I really didn't want to obey it but something inside me said I had no choice, so I did as I was told.
What I saw surprised me. A boy about fourteen was leaning over me. He had untidy, jet-black hair that was cut short. His skin was a chalky white. When he saw I was looking at him he smiled. His teeth were ultra white in the darkness.
"Hi, Kris," he said with his ultra white smile. I was shocked that he knew my name that I couldn't move. He toke my hand, I could have swore I felt a jolt of elecriticy go through me- but I ingored it. He got up, toke my hand, and gently tugged, motioning me to get up with him. When I did, he let go of my hand. He kept staring at me though, as if he was meeting a person that he hasn't saw in years and was staring at them to know if it was truly, who you thought it was.
"Who are you?" I stuttered
"Ah, Kris, the time for questions is later. Right now we mist be getting back to the HQ before dusk," I gave him a questioning look, not knowing what he meet by that, but he just shook his head.
"Later," he grabbed my again and pulled me forward. Once his gaze was away from my face I looked around my surroundings.
We were in the middle of a deserted street. The store windows on both sides of us were all dark. None of the street lamps was lit and the gravel on the cement was wet and slippery.
The pale boy ordered. Disbelife crossed my face,
"Trust me," he said, looking at my face again. Even though I didn't know him, I couldn't help myself by not trusting him. For some reason I felt safe with him.
He still had my hand and put it around his neck. He did the same thing with the other hand. I jumped up on his back while wrapping my legs around his waist.
"By the way, you can call me Josh," the pale boy, now known as Josh, told me. Then he toke off running.