Chapter I: Fiery

Mike's POV:

The fire was bewildering. That bastard from the woods bit me. He was a lunatic. The fire was covering every inch of my body. Why must these pains come? Bella was still in a coma and I was getting on fire?

Why am I being punished?

I was screaming and thrashing.

That olive-skinned idiot bit my arm, like he wants my blood. Maybe that idiot is a cannibal with rabies? The rabies must've bought this pain.

It has been 8 months since Bella's accident. Even if that was a long time already, my love for her never left me. It was a miracle. She was in a coma after the accident. I don't want to remember that time. It stabbed me to death.

Uh, the pain! My heart was pumping rapidly, like a hummingbird's wing. The pain was going to cause my death!

Death.. I wasn't ready for death. What would happen to Bella? Will I not see her

wake up? Will I not see her beautiful eyes once again? Will I be the first one to die? No, I can do this.

I didn't think of the pain even when it's impossible. I thought about Bella, opening her eyes once again and smiling just because she saw me by her side.

It fixed the pain emotionally, not physically.

Uh, the pain! It hurts! Every inch of my body was burning because of that freaking idiot, rabies freak and moron.

I can do this!

I left unconscious.

I opened my eyes and I still know exactly who I am. The pain was gone and I felt nothing. My sight was different, I can see everything. I was still in the exact same place where the attack was held. How long have I been sleeping?

One thing was on my mind right now: Bella.

I ran to the hospital and––

Wait, I ran? I never knew how I got here so fast. I'm now standing in front of the door. I ran? Whoa, that rabies has got to be something. I walked slowly to the information center and I realized that I wasn't breathing.

What the hell? Am I still alive? I've got to make sure.

"Um, ma'am?" I said to that lady with thick glasses.

"Yes, sir wah!" She screamed. I looked around me and saw nothing. Maybe I was dead.

"Um, what?" I tried again; maybe she was just surprised to notice that someone talked to her.

"Um," she gulped. "Your eyes–your eyes, well.. It's red." She said and swallowed heavily again. I can hear her heart pumping rapidly.

Shit! What's happening to me? I'm running supersonic, I don't breathe, my eyes are red and now I can hear their hearts?

The lady can see that I was confused also so she handed me a mirror. I took it and looked at myself.

I dropped the mirror, smashing it to hundreds of pieces on the floor.

Who the freaking am I?

The person I saw in the mirror was not me.

He was handsome, pale and perfect. Yes, he's still blond, red eyes and perfect

features. Who the hell is that? The hell!

I looked around while breathing heavily, it didn't feel right.

Instead I told that lady "Sorry. Um, I'll just freaking replace that. I, um, well it's contacts you know and freaking hell just take me to room 918!" I shouted at the information lady. She fixed her glasses and typed on her computer, she got on the phone.

"Um, 918. Someone named–" she turned to me.

"Mike Newton," I said.

"Mike Newton is going there, are you available?"

"Uh-huh, I'll send him up, thanks." She placed the phone back and signaled me to proceed.

I half-ran to the room and opened Charlie.

He was sitting beside Bella in her bed; Bella was still unconscious.

"Mike– freaking hell! What? Did you get contacts or something?" Charlie shouted as he placed his hand on his mouth.

"Um, yeah, sure. It was you know, and I liked it so maybe it was um," I said and closed our conversation. Charlie just stared at me.

"Did you take drugs now, son? I wouldn't mind if you tell it to me. I know what you're experiencing now." He told me, his voice was calm.

"Uh, no. It was, um.. It's just that weird powders you know? The one you put in your face and it made me look whiter and you know.. It was terrible.." I said.

"Oh, maybe that was.. No, Bella tried that one.. Hmm.. what could it be?" he said deep in thought.

I stared at Bella. She looked beautiful as ever. My heart was––

Wait, I placed my hand on my chest.

No freaking way! What is freaking happening to me? Am I dead?

Oh no, this was bad. This is very bad. And––

No, the rabies is poisoning my body already! I should've died!

Okay, let's see..

a.] I don't breathe.

b.] I ran as fast as lightning

c.] I can hear heartbeats

d.] I can see objects that I didn't see last time

e.] I'm perfect

The scorch in my throat was painful. I don't know what the kind of pain this is, but it's so painful. I've got to get out of here.

After I 'ran' downstairs, I bumped into Charlie's old family friends, Billy and Jacob Black. What I noticed when I drew past them is that Jacob was wrinkling his nose and Billy was glaring at me. What did I do?

"Mike?" someone caught my shoulder.

I turned and saw Jacob. His expression was unreadable. I don't know what kind of look is that. It's either disgusted or angry.

"Oh no!" Jacob drew his hand back. His hand was hot, like he has a fever or something. It burned my skin.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Come son, let's go talk outside." Billy told me, rolling himself to me. Jacob was

still glaring and wrinkling his nose at the same time. I smelled myself quickly. I don't smell bad, I wonder what that boy smelled. Hmph, maybe he smelled himself and he smelled bad. He smelled like a dog to me.

My throat is burning as I inhaled. I don't know who I am.

"Come, son."

We left the hospital.