Chapter Four
By Amythest Stone
AN- Oi. This took a while. I kept meaning to put this up and well it never got done. Gods, I feel sick and tired and everything. Perfect thing to feel on Easter. By the way everyone ^_^ HAPPY EASTER!!! Well, I gotta go cause we are having relatives over (goody goody). Here ya go!
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Where ever I was it was pretty damn cold. Still didn't know where. Too cold for my taste and of course, my very thin jacket. I muttered a curse or two under my breath and watched my breath freeze. Then I coughed rather violently. Oh yeah, I had a cold. Great, in this weather with a cold. Not only that but I was getting really paranoid. In the alley it had just been a cat. Since when was I afraid of a cat?
I walked quietly down the street. It was dark out, the street lights were glowing. The city was still, all the shops were closed. Small snowflakes floated down sluggishly giving the sidewalk a thin coat of ice. I would need to find some type of shelter eventually. Didn't have the money for a hotel. Didn't want anyone to see me anyways. I made sure one more time that my hair was hidden. My white hair. My eyes weren't covered but black eyes happen every once in a while. They aren't as noticeable as an eighteen year old with white hair.
A doorway would do even though it wouldn't help much. I had to find a place that most people avoided. I coughed again and rubbed my throat. It was hurting a lot. Great, wounded in one world and getting sick in the other. I turned onto a darker street with houses. I had been down here before today. I had been resting on the porch of a deserted looking house on it. A boy that lived on the street told me that it belonged to an old man. He was supposedly evil or something. Well, that didn't really matter. The doorway was pretty warm and it would keep me from freezing over night.
I settled down in the doorway, noting that the old man's car wasn't in the driveway. If he found me in his doorway I doubted that he would be pleased but what the heck. The warmth didn't seem to be doing anything for me. Chills ran up and down my spine and to my arms and legs. I pulled closer to the doorway and coughed. This was going to be a long night.
I didn't wake up in Everworld. In fact, for once, I slept normally. Well, as normally as a sick person could. I slept with broken dreams and hallucinations which made it just as bad as being in Everworld.
I grunted as someone accidentally stepped on me. The person yelped mildly surprised and then seemingly angry.
"What do you want?" He questioned. As warped as his voice was I could tell it was a man. I opened an eye slowly and tried to get my mouth to move. It wouldn't or on the other hand, probably couldn't. An old man was standing there glaring. He didn't look that old actually maybe mid fifties. He was shuffling and rubbing his arms.
"Well? If this is some practical joke you can tell your little friends I'm sick of it." He continued. "Come on, off with you." He pointed off into the darkness. I nodded stiffly and struggled to get to my feet. I was about halfway up when a coughing spell hit me and I fell back down. I couldn't stop coughing. The man looked frustrated. "Now look, you've got a cold because of you and your pranks." What was he talking about? Were they that bad to him? "Your mother is going to come and yell at me." I didn't stop coughing. Couldn't stop. Couldn't breath. I coughed harder, wheezing as I tried to breathe. "Oh, damn." He squatted next to me and pounded me on the back. I finally got some control over myself and sat for a few seconds catching my breath.
"I'm sorry, sir." I said, surprising my self about how hoarse my voice was. "I'll leave. I'm sorry." I think this surprised him. I tried to stand again and succeeded. The world turned upside down and I clutched the door frame. I wasn't going anywhere fast. The old man saw this.
"Who are you?" He demanded. His voice was different. "You aren't one of them."
"Doesn't matter." I coughed, trying to balance on the blade. One slip and I'd fall into darkness.
"Of course it does. You obviously don't live on this street or in this neighborhood for that matter. I've never seen you before which means you don't live in any of the surrounding neighborhoods. I'll give you a ride home." A kind offer. Too bad I didn't have anywhere to go. The blade was even thinner.
"Donnn't…." I slipped. The old man cursed. I fell, barely conscious, right on top of him. He was strong, very strong. He grunted and eased me down. I coughed weakly, tasted blood in my mouth. Damn it.
"Oh, gods." He muttered, "That's it." He was getting me to my feet again and-
-woke up in utter agony in Everworld. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. Okay, no I hadn't been hurt worse than this. Poisoned arrows make you hurt badly and make you pretty sick.
I opened one eye enough to glance around. A field, a stream, Christopher's face entirely too close to my own.
"Ugh." I groaned. What a sight to wake up to.
"He's waking up." Christopher sat back on his heels. It gave me a slightly better view of where we were.
"Where…" I started then stopped. "Why…"
"The guy that you hurt needed to be treated. They stopped here." I couldn't see who was speaking. My ears were too muddled to recognize the voice. I closed my eyes again trying to stop the rampaging pain. Gods, dying in one world, dying in another. Footsteps. Someone next to me stood up.
"What do you want?" David. Obviously.
"I wanted to see Dameon. He needs medical attention." A familiar voice in my hazy brain. David didn't respond but the footsteps came closer and the person knelt next to me. "Dameon?" Couldn't open my eyes. Too tired.
"Who are you?" One of the others. Couldn't tell who.
"My name Tinao." Tinao? Had to open my eyes somehow. "Dameon? Can you hear me?"
"Tinao?" I managed, peeling my eyelids up slightly. "What are you doing here?" Too many words. Almost passed out again. The older man smiled faintly. He looked a lot older than I remembered then again I had known him almost seven years before hand. His dark hair was showing grey but his eyes were the same.
"So, you are awake." He said, the grin becoming broader. "I was worried about you."
"But.." I stopped and gritted my teeth again. He frowned and began to rummage through a bag on his belt.
"They invited me to come with them on this little…hunting trip of theirs." He replied answering my question. He began to mix some things together in a small bowl he had pulled from his bag. "They were looking for you."
"I thought they kicked him out." Jalil.
"They did." Tinao replied then he continued talking to me. "They are sick of the rain and water, Dameon. They are sick of having to go out of the city so much. They were going to look for you. They thought if they brought you back the rain would stop." Ha. They finally learned their lesson. "They still think it in fact. They think if they bring you back and let you do what you were made to do that the rain will stop and peace will come." He continued with the mixture in his bowl.
"They're wrong." I croaked. "She's not going to forgive them that easily. They hurt her." He nodded.
"I know. They don't. The rain is her tears. She will not stop crying that easily. She is punishing them for a reason. I am sure that she will be glad to see you though." He began to apply the mixture to my shoulder. It killed the pain.
"What are you guys talking about?" April, I think. "Who is 'she'?"
"Never mind." The pain was gone; it was a little easier to speak. "Are they going to keep to their word? Are they going to lead my friends out?" Tinao sighed and shook his head.
"No, no. They want to go straight to the city. They want you to be there before the next rain falls or I suppose, before you die, which you won't, but still." He finished applying the mixture to my stomach and shook his head sadly. I sat up against all laws of gravity and human nature and reached for Mythil. Timao along with David and Jalil and even Christopher for that matter, shoved me back down.
"What are you doing?! They aren't keeping their half of the deal!" I struggled uselessly against their grip.
"They will keep their promise." Tinao said softly. "I will make sure of it but for now you must rest." I stopped struggling. I was starting to feel very tired. Oh gods damn it. He put a sedative in the medicine. My eyelids drooped and my mind began to go elsewhere.
"Could you explain what you were talking about? Who is 'she'? Why is Dameon so important? If he is so important then why did they throw him out?"
"I will tell you later. It is a long story. When we stop tonight…"
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well gotta go wash windows. hehe. I enjoyed writing this chapter. Next chapter is an explanation chapter and its not gonna be in Dameon's POV cause I'm sick of writing from his POV! ^_^ well R/R!
By Amythest Stone
AN- Oi. This took a while. I kept meaning to put this up and well it never got done. Gods, I feel sick and tired and everything. Perfect thing to feel on Easter. By the way everyone ^_^ HAPPY EASTER!!! Well, I gotta go cause we are having relatives over (goody goody). Here ya go!
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Where ever I was it was pretty damn cold. Still didn't know where. Too cold for my taste and of course, my very thin jacket. I muttered a curse or two under my breath and watched my breath freeze. Then I coughed rather violently. Oh yeah, I had a cold. Great, in this weather with a cold. Not only that but I was getting really paranoid. In the alley it had just been a cat. Since when was I afraid of a cat?
I walked quietly down the street. It was dark out, the street lights were glowing. The city was still, all the shops were closed. Small snowflakes floated down sluggishly giving the sidewalk a thin coat of ice. I would need to find some type of shelter eventually. Didn't have the money for a hotel. Didn't want anyone to see me anyways. I made sure one more time that my hair was hidden. My white hair. My eyes weren't covered but black eyes happen every once in a while. They aren't as noticeable as an eighteen year old with white hair.
A doorway would do even though it wouldn't help much. I had to find a place that most people avoided. I coughed again and rubbed my throat. It was hurting a lot. Great, wounded in one world and getting sick in the other. I turned onto a darker street with houses. I had been down here before today. I had been resting on the porch of a deserted looking house on it. A boy that lived on the street told me that it belonged to an old man. He was supposedly evil or something. Well, that didn't really matter. The doorway was pretty warm and it would keep me from freezing over night.
I settled down in the doorway, noting that the old man's car wasn't in the driveway. If he found me in his doorway I doubted that he would be pleased but what the heck. The warmth didn't seem to be doing anything for me. Chills ran up and down my spine and to my arms and legs. I pulled closer to the doorway and coughed. This was going to be a long night.
I didn't wake up in Everworld. In fact, for once, I slept normally. Well, as normally as a sick person could. I slept with broken dreams and hallucinations which made it just as bad as being in Everworld.
I grunted as someone accidentally stepped on me. The person yelped mildly surprised and then seemingly angry.
"What do you want?" He questioned. As warped as his voice was I could tell it was a man. I opened an eye slowly and tried to get my mouth to move. It wouldn't or on the other hand, probably couldn't. An old man was standing there glaring. He didn't look that old actually maybe mid fifties. He was shuffling and rubbing his arms.
"Well? If this is some practical joke you can tell your little friends I'm sick of it." He continued. "Come on, off with you." He pointed off into the darkness. I nodded stiffly and struggled to get to my feet. I was about halfway up when a coughing spell hit me and I fell back down. I couldn't stop coughing. The man looked frustrated. "Now look, you've got a cold because of you and your pranks." What was he talking about? Were they that bad to him? "Your mother is going to come and yell at me." I didn't stop coughing. Couldn't stop. Couldn't breath. I coughed harder, wheezing as I tried to breathe. "Oh, damn." He squatted next to me and pounded me on the back. I finally got some control over myself and sat for a few seconds catching my breath.
"I'm sorry, sir." I said, surprising my self about how hoarse my voice was. "I'll leave. I'm sorry." I think this surprised him. I tried to stand again and succeeded. The world turned upside down and I clutched the door frame. I wasn't going anywhere fast. The old man saw this.
"Who are you?" He demanded. His voice was different. "You aren't one of them."
"Doesn't matter." I coughed, trying to balance on the blade. One slip and I'd fall into darkness.
"Of course it does. You obviously don't live on this street or in this neighborhood for that matter. I've never seen you before which means you don't live in any of the surrounding neighborhoods. I'll give you a ride home." A kind offer. Too bad I didn't have anywhere to go. The blade was even thinner.
"Donnn't…." I slipped. The old man cursed. I fell, barely conscious, right on top of him. He was strong, very strong. He grunted and eased me down. I coughed weakly, tasted blood in my mouth. Damn it.
"Oh, gods." He muttered, "That's it." He was getting me to my feet again and-
-woke up in utter agony in Everworld. I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming. Okay, no I hadn't been hurt worse than this. Poisoned arrows make you hurt badly and make you pretty sick.
I opened one eye enough to glance around. A field, a stream, Christopher's face entirely too close to my own.
"Ugh." I groaned. What a sight to wake up to.
"He's waking up." Christopher sat back on his heels. It gave me a slightly better view of where we were.
"Where…" I started then stopped. "Why…"
"The guy that you hurt needed to be treated. They stopped here." I couldn't see who was speaking. My ears were too muddled to recognize the voice. I closed my eyes again trying to stop the rampaging pain. Gods, dying in one world, dying in another. Footsteps. Someone next to me stood up.
"What do you want?" David. Obviously.
"I wanted to see Dameon. He needs medical attention." A familiar voice in my hazy brain. David didn't respond but the footsteps came closer and the person knelt next to me. "Dameon?" Couldn't open my eyes. Too tired.
"Who are you?" One of the others. Couldn't tell who.
"My name Tinao." Tinao? Had to open my eyes somehow. "Dameon? Can you hear me?"
"Tinao?" I managed, peeling my eyelids up slightly. "What are you doing here?" Too many words. Almost passed out again. The older man smiled faintly. He looked a lot older than I remembered then again I had known him almost seven years before hand. His dark hair was showing grey but his eyes were the same.
"So, you are awake." He said, the grin becoming broader. "I was worried about you."
"But.." I stopped and gritted my teeth again. He frowned and began to rummage through a bag on his belt.
"They invited me to come with them on this little…hunting trip of theirs." He replied answering my question. He began to mix some things together in a small bowl he had pulled from his bag. "They were looking for you."
"I thought they kicked him out." Jalil.
"They did." Tinao replied then he continued talking to me. "They are sick of the rain and water, Dameon. They are sick of having to go out of the city so much. They were going to look for you. They thought if they brought you back the rain would stop." Ha. They finally learned their lesson. "They still think it in fact. They think if they bring you back and let you do what you were made to do that the rain will stop and peace will come." He continued with the mixture in his bowl.
"They're wrong." I croaked. "She's not going to forgive them that easily. They hurt her." He nodded.
"I know. They don't. The rain is her tears. She will not stop crying that easily. She is punishing them for a reason. I am sure that she will be glad to see you though." He began to apply the mixture to my shoulder. It killed the pain.
"What are you guys talking about?" April, I think. "Who is 'she'?"
"Never mind." The pain was gone; it was a little easier to speak. "Are they going to keep to their word? Are they going to lead my friends out?" Tinao sighed and shook his head.
"No, no. They want to go straight to the city. They want you to be there before the next rain falls or I suppose, before you die, which you won't, but still." He finished applying the mixture to my stomach and shook his head sadly. I sat up against all laws of gravity and human nature and reached for Mythil. Timao along with David and Jalil and even Christopher for that matter, shoved me back down.
"What are you doing?! They aren't keeping their half of the deal!" I struggled uselessly against their grip.
"They will keep their promise." Tinao said softly. "I will make sure of it but for now you must rest." I stopped struggling. I was starting to feel very tired. Oh gods damn it. He put a sedative in the medicine. My eyelids drooped and my mind began to go elsewhere.
"Could you explain what you were talking about? Who is 'she'? Why is Dameon so important? If he is so important then why did they throw him out?"
"I will tell you later. It is a long story. When we stop tonight…"
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well gotta go wash windows. hehe. I enjoyed writing this chapter. Next chapter is an explanation chapter and its not gonna be in Dameon's POV cause I'm sick of writing from his POV! ^_^ well R/R!