Whisper
Fallen angels at my feet
Whispered voices at my ear
Death before my eyes
lying next to me I fear
She beckons me
shall I give in.
Everything was quiet. Not a sound intact. Yes, it is quiet. Too quiet for a normal day. In which he suspects that it wasn't safe. He inhaled mutely, Danger is coming.
He scoops an amount of snow unto his hand, some bits were falling down. He took a breath and releases it near the snow powder; it magically turns into a perfect snowball.
He slowly crept and looked around with attentiveness. Without hesitation, he lunged forward the snowball behind the bulging rock. A loud yelp of surprise and snickering had transcended into the quiet atmosphere.
"Jack!"
He mischievously grinned.
Then a few kids and pre-adolescent children rushes out of their hiding places and each threw snowballs from different kinds of direction.
The young man, whose hair shone like the snow on the ground, was dodging and aiming snowballs to the faces of his victims. Every one of them has different groups and called it as The Battle.
More or so hours had gone by when one of the children's parents called out and said it was time for supper. And little by little the ratio of children was decreasing; only the Bennett boy and the white haired boy remained, laughing and tossing each other snowballs.
"Jamie!" the boy's mother shouted over the window, "Time to go to bed!"
The boy groaned in displeasure.
"Hey, cheer up bucko; don't you want to see Sandy?" Jack said, earning a wide, toothy grin from the boy. Jack messed the boy's hair before nodding towards the boy's house.
"Goodnight Jack!" Jamie waved and opened the backdoor to his home.
Jack swings his staff back and forth, his foot made crunching noise like the sound of Doritos, as his foot were stepping the snow, while he was walking around the neighborhood.
A paper happened to slap him on the face.
He stopped, good thing no one saw the look on his face, and held the paper; Missing.
He's the 4th to go missing this week. Jack scanned the paper as the picture of a young boy, grinning a toothy smile with a bold print beneath his head that said 'have you seen Jonathan?'
Jack felt the sympathy to these missing children, and to their parents. Jack wondered the reaction of his mom when she learned Jack's death. He hopes he could have at least prevented it.
He is the Guardian of Fun, not safety.
He galloped in midair. Flying to every variety of houses, no one's going to see me anyway.
After a few stunts and pranking unaware citizens (Especially to a guy whose tongue was stuck within the pole) he found himself bored. Guardianship could be a little unadventurous when you're alone. Mostly. He'd succumbed to the 'I'm so lonely' blues, something he usually feel.
While Nighttime was further, a little flicker has turned gold then little by little it becomes big. Different lines were connected to each perspective, so many sleeping children. He stood on the electrical wire and watch as their dream plays along in visual of gold's. "Nicely done, Sandy." he greeted and the pudgy, little man tip his makeshift Fedora with his dream sand.
By the time he was indeed worn out (From boredom) Jack decided to just gaze at the sky.
He had spotted a large oak tree, heavily coated in snow, but still sat at one of its branches. He used his arms as his pillow, while he stared at the gloomy sky. He was intoxicated by the idea of sleeping and at last his eyes finally give up.
A girl with the same auburn color of his hair, padded cheerfully and happily as she can. Jack ran after her, resembling the mirth she has. Come get me, her tiny voice resounded in his ears when she ducked behind a pine tree.
Jack acted out not to see her, even when he already saw her from her obvious cover. He silently went up behind her, unbeknown to the giggling little girl.
Raising up his hands as quickly place it upon her shoulder.
Her giggling stopped.
Jack was confused when she didn't bother to move. At all. Then their background turned into a black; with her back still facing him. It was a dead silent-it was unknown.
There were the only ones there.
She finally moves into a slow motion. Stirring her head behind to see his widening eyes. Jack quickly dropped his hands off her when He saw her eyes; blank eyes which does not Represent a child. It was all black; her irises were dilated, literally black. "Emma?" he shakily asks.
However, she only stared. Mouth slightly open and face so pale. This girl does not resemble his sister.
Her body started to March to her unknown direction, as if there was something leading her to it. "Emma!" he called after her. Still, she remains marching, not hearing his pleas.
Help.
Please.
A voice.
A different voice called out from a direction.
He jerked up his head as he saw nothing but a phantom voice. From the corner of his eyes, he saw his sister still moving in a timorous, phlegmatic pace.
Somebody!
Help me!
He couldn't decide to follow who. But Emma needs to snap out of it. And that voice, he really wants to follow it. He finally ran after Emma.
Why?
Jack hastily sat up, eyes wide open, frantic and bewilderment.
He didn't know if it was a dream, nightmare perhaps, or somebody's voice calling out for help. Calling out to him.
Help.
What the?
He shook his head and laughed at his own expense, now you're imagining things like soft voices.
A Soft, melodious, pitiful, broken voice that sounds so real. So troubled.
So intense.
The whispers were there, he knew it. He didn't know what it was, or what it meant. Is he just hallucinating?
He sat right up and had lost the feeling of drowsiness, of course, which wouldn't? It was the same dream that's been alive since winter started. Did Sandy know about this? He's the dream maker; everything related to dreams is his thing. Maybe he'll ask later.
And his sister's odd behavior. Sure it was dream, but it was so real-like. Oh, Emma. He really misses her so much. He even wondered if Jamie is a kin of her bloodlines -because of their similarities- There was an attachment with this boy that Jack grew fond of.
He settled to some wandering around, he hadn't much to do, he thought about pissing off Bunnymumd, but decide against it; it's too tedious to go all over to Australia. Baby Tooth is accompanying Toothiana to some wild tooth hunt, Kids nowadays using rocks to throw at some playmates, who does that? The world has gone nuts. He remembered the time when kids, or adolescents like him, play every game, without using any technologies or whatsoever. He can't blame today's generation; it was all part of the systematic time.
When he was done arguing with himself, he positioned his staff on the ground, maybe he should go to New York, "Wind! Take me to..." Mexico? Hawaii? North Korea? "Somewhere remarkable."
It didn't hesitate to take him up to the sky. Though the ride was a bit quirky, it was fast, it was fearsome. It wasn't like this at all; maybe he should console Manny to give him a new staff.
Without his staff, he's quite vulnerable on the situation of flying.
He grips his staff tightly, as if he might fall down to oblivion. He doesn't know to where the wind was taking him, and that made him slightly freaked out. It was the first time he close his eyes because he was perplexed to see the odd surroundings.
It took not a half 5 minutes or less before he realize that everything was calm.
Then it stopped.
He stopped.
Everything stopped.
He opened his right eye first, White, he saw everything was clearly white, then the second one, still white. He thought he was blind for a minute but then he realized it was snow. No green land, no nothing, just Snow.
And the ground wasn't just some ground, it was frozen. Ice-cold and Frozen.
Help!