Falling to all fours, the former Jay walked over to where I was half standing half leaning on Mikey, his soft paws making no noise on the hard wooden floor. He stopped, just in front of my feet, looking straight at me. This was too much, I could no longer think straight, I couldn't stop the thoughts flying though my head, werewolves, shape shifting, magical lights floating around the room.
'I want to go home,' I whispered to Mikey, still holding him with all the energy I had left. He nodded, glanced in Jays direction, then guided me to the door. I almost fell down the stairs, still holding Mikey. He sat me down in the car, jogged around to the drivers door, then got in himself. We drove in silence for most of the way.
'You cant tell anyone,' he said, still looking at the road,
'Like anyone would believe me,' I stated, coldly.
'you don't understand what you've seen tonight, maybe in time,' he stopped,
'you never told me why I'm so important, why you think I'm some sort of key,'
'its complicated,' that's all that he said, and for the rest of the journey we rode in silence. Many questions were asked at home, but I stuck to my story, that Mikey took me for dinner and we went back to his for a while. I didn't eat anything, what I saw that night made me feel nauseas again. I went upstairs, falling on my bed. I noticed Bert wasn't anywhere in my room, I gathered enough strength to walk into my en-suit, but he wasn't there. He never left my room, still only a kitten he would get lost in this house, the door had been shut, where was he? I asked myself. I searched my room for a half hour, looking everywhere.
'Looking for something?' a voice came from behind me, turning around I saw Adam standing in my doorway,
'Rebecca's down stairs, and no I haven't told her anything, and yes I'm looking for something,' I told him, going back to looking under my bed,
'It doesn't happen to be a kitten does it?' he asked,
'and you being all-knowing will know where he is?' I asked sarcastically,
'I know exactly where he is, right to the position he is in,' he said, smiling,
'ok, jokes over, where is he?' I demanded,
'right here,' he said,
'right where,' I asked again, frustration in my voice,
'where I'm standing, he's here,' he pointed down to himself from above his head, I was puzzled.
'cant you just tell me and get this over with instead of playong stupid games!' I shouted, getting more worried for Bert every second.
'I'm not playing, remember what Jay did,' he said, changing the subject,
'what, transform into a werewolf, your saying Bert is now a werewolf?' I asked,
'you're a slow thinking when you want to be, when you first met him I meant,'
'He was a cat, so your saying that Bert isn't a cat? He's a person?' I asked again, getting annoyed that he's playing games,
'you are cleaver then, but not just any person,' he said, smiling strongly,
'your telling me that you're my cat?' I asked bluntly,
'the one and only!' he walked over to my bed, sitting on it like he owned it,
'Ok, look, I've been told a lot of things today, but seriously, you thinking I would believe that you're my cat?' I slowly faded my voice, because, where Adam had been, a white light had flashed and now appeared Bert, safe, healthy, but still, my little kitten I had recently adopted from the street. I walked over to my bed, still amazed by what had just happened.
For whatever reason, Adam stayed like Bert for the rest of the evening, and, to my knowledge , though-out the night. I left for school the next morning, my wrists still red and blistered from the previous day. I waited for Mikey outside my house, as usual, and he drove me to school, again in almost silence except for the greeting and parting. Adam wasn't in school that day, so I decided to question Mikey on it when he picked me up, although I wasn't set on getting a detention for an hour after school for not handing in work I had been set the day before. I asked Rebecca to pass on a message, then went to detention.
The hour passed slowly, all the time thinking about what went on yesterday, the old house, the handcuffs, the light, Adam and Mikey being there, Jay appearing, Jay becoming a werewolf. All this was real, even when Adam became Bert, I know I wasn't dreaming, I had a feeling. I wondered out of detention, feeling lost, knowing that my life was going to get a whole lot more complicated. I saw Mikey's car waiting for me in its usual place, I jogged over to it and jumped inside.
'I knew you would get in trouble,' he told me, as I put my seatbelt on,
'its because of you that I got in trouble.' I told him about the lack of work I did,
'you followed me into that house, that wasn't my fault,'
'You took me there!' I argued,
'Well, ok, both of our fault, but it turned out ok, I couldn't pick you up on time anyway, so it worked out well.'
'did you know about Adam and Bert?' I asked, changing the subject slightly,
'Yes, he was sent to watch over you when I first discovered who you were.' he said bluntly, speeding up significantly,
'you know, you can slow down here, your way over the limit,' I told him,
'Yeah, but I cant slow down, the accelerator is stuck to the floor' he said, strangely calm,
'stop joking around, come on quit it!' I started to get scared,
'I cant help it!' he yelled as we hurdled down the hill. We were gathering speed, doing almost double the speed limit. I knew what was at the bottom of this hill, I had been careful of this hill since I started driving. We turned the loose corner and it came into view, the river.
We used to go swimming in the summer in the river, until a young boy drowned, since that, we have been both too scared and forbidden. The water was black, and no one had ever touched the bottom. As we got closer, I saw the rapids we used to avoid, the sharp rocks would rip apart anything that came in contact with it. We were now metres from it, my heart racing more than when Jay had changed. The car was jolting from where Mikey was pulling on the hand brake, he guided the car left, then took a sharp turn right, the car glided sideways directly into a tree.
'Rachel, hey?' I lifted my head, 'that looks bad, we should get you somewhere to get cleaned up.' I felt someone lift me out the car and place me on some grass. I was blocking out the pain, using the light around me to numb the places it hurt. Soon enough I had blocked a lot of the pain and was able to sit up.
'You look dreadful,' Mikey said, smiling sitting at the side of the road,
'You're a real charmer when you want to be, you know that,' I replied, hiding my smile,
'you look better than you should, you hit your head pretty hard when we crashed,' he faded his voice out,
'I used the lights, they helped me.' I told him, shuffling towards where he was sitting,
'o, I didn't know you knew how to do that,' he said, questioningly,
'yeah, when I was younger I used that to help any pain I had, it helped a lot.' I continued.
'Valenta, the girl I'm living with, she's coming to pick us up, when we get home, I can call a tow truck.' he put his arm around me, pulling me closer. Looking up at him, I noticed his head had been cut, quite badly. I lifted my hand to it, using the lights around me, bright yellows and oranges. They glowed around my hand, then disappeared as if they were never there. His head looked a lot better, the bleeding had stopped and the wound had shrunk to a minor scar.
'your strong, not many people know how to do things like that, it takes years of training,' he said, stroking my hair. We waited for a half hour, using each other for heat, I was to tired to use the lights to help.
We heard the hum of the engine before we saw it creeping down the hill. It stopped in front of us, a deep blue Mercedes.
'Are all of you rich?' I asked, getting into the back of the car,
'The council pays well, besides, we don't have much to spend it on, food and drink, a place to live, anything else we don't bother with.' Valenta told me, her voice soft and gentle, I could just about hear her.
It didn't take long to get home, well, back to Mikey's. We pulled up outside a tiny house. It had few rooms, no lights were on.
We walked towards the house. Just as we stepped onto the porch steps, a rustling from the bushes stopped us. Mikey turned around, scanning the hedge. He turned back towards me and Valenta, but I wasn't paying attention, I saw what was hiding, I saw though every little twig and leaf, I saw the being holding crossbow, aiming it right at me, direct to my heart. The tip of the arrow catching the light, I traced the bow back to the being. It had huge fangs, like Jay had, his ears were sitting on the side of his head, like a pixie. His bright red eyes shone in the sunlight. He crept forwards, all the time never taking his eyes off me. I felt hands pulling me back but I stood firmly, unable to move.
'hello, princess!' it spoke to me, then it fired, straight at me, its path uninterrupted, its route murderous.
