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Things start heating up with the race for the artifact…
I'm standing outside of a mansion. A big, white marble one. It's way better looking than Wayne Manor. Christian Bale would be impressed with this.
I look down at myself, and there's no Little Guy again. It makes me sad. Are these future dreams? Regardless, I gleam when I see I'm wearing my favorite color: a golden colored T-shirt, and the black Ecko jeans Dean got me. He must secretly love going clothes shopping.
I keep my hands pressed at my sides as I go up the luscious white steps, a breeze gently blowing through my newly cut Eve-ish hair. I grip the doorknob, well the left door knob; it's a double door. I twist and quietly step inside.
Where am I anyway? A long and wide hallway stares back at me in silence, but I hear a lot of voices down the hall; closed in voices. Is this like The Shining? When Jack Nicholson walks in the bar and all the dead people from the hotel's past suddenly appear.
Is there a bar here?
I walk down the long and wide hallway, the voices everywhere but I don't see anyone. "Hello?" I forced myself to call out. I reach the end of the hallway, and suddenly the voices all stop at once.
"Uh oh," I whispered nervously. After about a full minute of silence, I hear a crack of thunder from behind me, so I turn around and see a flash of purple lightning dangerously close to me.
…purple lightning?
"Who are you?"
When the bright purple bolt disappears and the sound of thunder fades, I see a boy standing where the lightning was. From a distance, I guessed he was a couple inches taller; maybe 5'6 or 5'7. His hair was black, and as long as my brother Damon's. Damon had some kind of Cillian Murphy in the movie Sunshine hair only as black as midnight, and that was before he recently had it cut to his ears. This boy's hair was like…floppy. A mop.
Through his thick and black glasses, his eyes were a beautiful shade of grey. He wore a dark purple shirt, and black pants. You don't see too many boys wear girly colors. He stood defiantly…but I could tell he looked afraid, like he'd never seen anyone in his life before.
"Did you hear me?" he asked.
I think he's really cute.
He snapped his fingers, and another bolt of lightning came down right next to me, making me scream and jump back, falling down on my rear completely. "WAH! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" I yelled loudly.
"How did you get in here?" he asked me.
"T-the front door," I replied bluntly.
He raised one eye, and turned his head to the double door entrance. "If you're in here, then that means you're not human. You're not a demon either, so what are you?" he interrogated.
"Why are you questioning me? This is my dream." I said stubbornly.
"Are you saying I'm not real?" he assumed.
"I'm real, and you're in my dream," I said.
"No, I'm real, and you're in my dream." He corrected.
"No," I said.
"Yes," he said back.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"I know what this is," I realized. "You're an angel. One of the angels I killed when I had the souls. I murdered so many in Heaven…and you're here to punish me for what I did." I explained.
He looked incredibly confused. "…no…the correct term is warlock." He said.
"No you're an angel," I deadpanned.
He frowned. "Do you see any wings on me?" he asked, looking at his shoulders.
"No but you don't see mine either." I countered.
He raised his eyes through his glasses. "I'm not an angel." He said.
"That's what everyone says," I grumbled. "I'm sorry for what I did, okay? Castiel shared the souls with me and I didn't know I was gonna become an angel vigilante. I'll just sit here and you can do whatever you want to me." I close my eyes and brace myself.
"What are you doing?" he asked, still confused.
"Waiting for you to hit me." I clarified. I hear another bolt of lightning and I shriek as I shake a little from fear. Who was this guy? The Angel of Lightning? Death by bolts sounds painful. My mouth quivers as I wish this would end soon and I would wake up.
Instead, I hear, "Look at me."
I move my arms away and open my eyes to see the boy holding out his hand, waiting for me to take it. "What are you doing?" I mumbled.
"…this is how you help someone up, right? I see it on TV all the time." He started. "I'm not going to hurt you if you don't hurt me." He promised. "I'm not an angel. I'm a warlock." He corrected. "My name is Murdock." He introduced.
I look at his extended hand for a while before I slowly reach my right hand out and firmly take his. I feel a jolt surge my whole body for a second when we touch, but it felt really good. The look on his face is like he's never touched someone before so he takes this in for a few seconds before firmly holding my hand in his and pulling me up.
"Thanks," I said quietly, looking right into his eyes now that he was much, much closer. "I like your name." I admitted.
"Thanks," he replied back, stepping back and letting go of my hand. "I'll decide if I like yours if you would tell me." He offered.
"Lynn Logan," I introduced. "Plain, I know."
"No, it's nice." He admitted. Then he frowned and growled, "If this is my dream, then WHERE'S MY DRAGON? I want a dragon that breathes purple fire."
"You like purple?" I assumed.
"I guess," he said.
"I love golden colors." I smiled.
"Hence your shirt?" he stared at my chest. Then I noticed…
"My eyes are up here, wizard," I pointed two fingers at my bright emerald orbs. "Nice try."
He looked embarrassed. "That's popular on TV. I wanted to try it out." He admitted.
He talks about TV a lot. "Don't you ever get out?" I asked, tilting my head.
"I can't," he said sadly. "I'm…"
Ahhh…I feel dried grass. I cough, waking me up quicker. I'm lying on my back. I turn over and vomit from motion sickness. What happened?
Oh.
Bomb.
Jeep.
Kaboom.
Flying.
Weird dream.
I hold my stomach, to see if I feel any blood or pain or bruising. I feel nothing out of the ordinary. I turn onto my back, then turn over the other way, and go eyes wide.
EMILY! What is she doing here!
I crawl sideways as fast as I can to her, and see wounds on her arms and face, bleeding from her right temple. "Emily," I touched her softly. When she opens her eyes, I order her not to move.
"I hurt," she cried.
"Where?" I asked. She touches her face and head. "Okay…it'll be okay. Why are you here, sweetie?" I now asked angrily.
"I want to find Mommy," she explained. "I sneak from Balta'zar."
"Well you'll be in trouble with him when we get out of here." I told her, sitting up. I look over at the remains of the burning jeep. "Jeez," I groaned.
"Co'by there!" Emily pinpoints. I follow her attention to see Colby on his hands and knees, slowly getting up. "Is you' baby okay?" Emily asked as we got up and walked over painfully to him.
"I think so." I answered. Then my legs gave way and I collapsed completely.
Colby scrambles over. "Lynn!" he called, and turned me over.
"I'm okay," I said, breathing heavily.
"You sure?" he asks worriedly. Emily walks past us and dashes away when she must have found Megan on the opposite side of the jeep. I hear thicker footsteps, which turns to running, and Jackson clamors over me.
"She can't walk." Colby stated.
"Yes I-" I argued, but Jackson lifts me up bridal style and keeps me close. We regroup with Emily and Megan, who actually took a tumble down a hill when the vehicle exploded. She was covered in dirt, grass, blood and bruises. I don't envy her.
When we make it to the bottom of the hill, Emily is eager to go to the waterfall Megan pointed out seconds before the boom. "We need to take her back." I said explicitly.
"I can take her back," Megan offered, holding onto her head with one hand, squinting her one eye.
"No," Colby spat. "That jeep was a set up. They're onto us." He looked around, eyes narrowed.
I clutch Jackson's chest. We're powerless and in the Amazon alone with Leviathans and Nephilim who knows where.
"We can't go back," Colby continued. "I'll check this waterfall." He went into the water and made his way to the pouring water. Megan puts water in her hand and splashes her face. A dizzy spell hits me, so I close my eyes to fight it, feeling nauseas again.
I heard Colby swear a bunch of times, and then a gun shot.
"Ah," Jackson almost bends over, but doesn't drop me. I safely escape his arms and see that he was shot in the back with a salt filled shotgun shell.
I look past him, and up the hill, to see a group of people standing at the top. The one who shot Jackson was a girl about the same height as the wizard from my dream, with long chocolate hair and matching eyes.
Lyra. It's Lyra!
Emily gasps her aunt's name as they start walking down the hill towards us. I hear a loud splash from behind, so I have to look, and see Colby fighting another Nephilim in the water by the waterfall.
"Don't hurt the little one," Lyra warns the others with her, looking directly at Emily. "We need her."
Out of reaction, Megan and I stand in front of Emily together. "Don't move, Emily." I ordered darkly, hoping it would scare her into obeying.
…what do we do? WHAT DO WE DO?
Lyra and the others were now dangerously close to us when a male in the group was suddenly shot in the back of the head, and soared headfirst to the ground.
Megan and I look up to the top of the hill, to see someone with a huge sniper rifle, while standing in the front seats of a roofless car. I squinted my eyes, recognizing the shape of the man's green eyes.
Rylie.
He lowers his rifle after his shot and said, "Take that, Leviathan bastard."
Leviathan? Now it dawned on me when Lyra growled. There's one in her.
Emily screeches when the man who was shot started to get up. Rylie jumps down into his car and drives aimlessly down the hill towards us.
Now, time slows down.
I glance at Megan, and we glance at each other. She turns and grabs Emily; I turn the opposite way to grab Jackson's arm, and I use all my strength to help him leap away just as Rylie drove past us after running over the Nephilim, and crashing into the water.
When time goes back to normal, Rylie jumps out of his car with his rifle. Then I notice the large Jason Voorhees blade in his back pocket.
Jackson puts his arm in front of me protectively as Rylie walks past us. I don't think Jackson realizes who he is yet.
Rylie sets his rifle down and pulls out the machete, just as the Nephilim were getting up after being ran over, their wounds healing up quickly.
"NO!" I cried. "NOT LYRA!"
Rylie glances at me before looking back, and using the machete to behead all the Nephilim, save for Lyra. He snatches the gun from her, smacking her harshly with it. I watch her fall to the ground unconscious.
Colby emerged from the water, announcing that the car flattened the Nephilim he was battling underwater. Then he saw Rylie and looked hell bent on killing him. "You!"
Rylie held out his blade to him. "Not now, Zombie!" he warned, picking up a head from a Nephilim, and tossed it into the water, and did this for the other heads. I had to look away for how gross that was. Why was he doing that, though? Separating the heads from the bodies? Did he know something we didn't?
"I should kill you, again," Rylie continued at Colby, then turned around. "Should kill you too, Megan, since you're powerless. End this little cat and mouse game. But you're not at the top of my agenda today." He explained. "I'm getting that artifact, so, later fuckasses."
With a wave, he steps into the water and wades over to the waterfall. Megan, still holding Emily but not realizing it, jumps into the water to give chase. What the hell! I leave Jackson to go follow them all.
The deeper I get in the water, the slower I go. Megan and Emily reach the waterfall, and disappear behind it. That makes me go faster. I'm going to strangle Megan! Why doesn't she put Emily down?
At the falling water, I go around it to see a narrow opening. I carefully enter it, and try to jog. Soon, I hear Colby running to catch up. "Where's Jackson?" I asked.
"Coming," he replied.
Then we heard Emily scream. I purge forward, my heart beating rapidly, going as fast as I can down the dark, narrow path.
When we reach a wide opening, I notice torches lit up everywhere. I find Megan with the machete, but Rylie was nowhere to be seen. So was Emily.
"Where is she?" I demanded.
Megan groaned, leaning against the cave-like wall, holding her waist with her other hand. There was blood. A lot of it.
"He took her," she struggled to say.
Feeling my temper flare up, I screamed, "WHY DID YOU BRING HER IN HERE!" and feel like strangling her again.
"I-I wasn't thinking! I wanted to get Rylie!" Megan admitted unhappily. "I'm sorr-"
I turned around and cried, "EMILY!" and continued darting down the torch-filled path that got narrow again the further I went.