Ch6: Reunion
Feeling agonizing pain in her chest, Sarah decided to rest. She had sprinted almost a three miles and still the forest seemed so far away. She turned to look at the dune where the thing stood, and still stood. She couldn't see James – no that doesn't suit him at all – anywhere. Maybe he had run just like her, but why was the figure not moving. Looking around for a tall dune, she found a one that stuck out. Standing on top of it, she saw that Will – nope, not that either – was standing at the bottom of a dune, just standing. The figure wasn't glowing which seemed like good news, but who knows what is good news? She sat there, watching the two in an apparent stalemate. There was no breeze so noting moved.
After a few minuets of staring out at them she got frustrated at the lack of action and started to doze off. Falling into a strange trance-like state, she closed her eyes. Spiraling in darkness, she fell deeper and deeper into her consciousness. At a tryingly slow rate, Sarah became suddenly aware of everything around her. She felt like she was in that state for hours and hours, but the time it took to get there was a mere five minuets.
Scared she would be lost forever, Sarah opened her eyes. Everything was the same: the sun, the shadows, and the two people staring each other down. Feeling quite alienated from her own body, Sarah lifted her hand awkwardly. Putting it up to the light, she looked out at the two. Patient as she was, she obviously was no match against those two. Still feeling uncomfortable in her skin, Sarah tried to get up off of the grass. Uncrossing her legs she made it halfway up and her body gave out, sending her tumbling down the dune. As she hit the bottom, she found herself fitting in herself. Relieved that she felt normal again she decided to move closer to the two people.
Edging her way through the grass, weeds, and insects, Sarah started to think, Goddamnit! Why can't I think of a name for him? It's not like he has that strange of a face. Uhh…Bill? No. Jeff? No. Chris? Too common. Jake? No. And the list went on. Transfixed on naming him, Sarah barely realized that she had reached the dune just next to them. Fortunately, for her, the unnamed friend had yelled "WHAT THE HELL? YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!" a few seconds before she reached the top and Sarah snapped back to reality, out of her thoughts. She started to listen in.
"Nope. It's all true." This was a man's voice. It was loud and cocky with just a little air of sarcasm.
"No. It can't be. The memories"
"So you really don't remember?"
"That's what we've spent the last hour discussing."
"So he really did that to you! Amazing. Just proves his veracity."
"So let me get this straight: you're telling me that God exists."
"Yes."
"And that this God actually has powers."
"That is correct."
"And he resides in another universe."
"Ding!"
"That's bullshit."
"Oh, and you were on such a roll."
Sarah cocked her head both in confusion and in interest. This talk of the existence of God was strange. She herself was not Catholic but many people at the school were. She was about to climb over the hill and make her entrance but he was talking again.
"So, I used to live in the same universe as this God? Where did I go, and for that matter why?"
"That's what I came to ask. But, it seems you have a small, ever so small, case of amnesia. So, I'm resigned to just drag you back." Said the man.
Sarah heard a shuffling and then, "Hey, what the hell are you doing?"
"Taking you back. What, did you think I was going to show you the way there? Don't be stupid." Sarah started to hear grunts and then, "Ow! Come on. This isn't a fight you'll win."
"You'd be surprised."
"I've fought this fight before. Plus, I have an advantage, so it all good." Unable to bear it anymore, Sarah peered her head over the top of the hill. She almost cried out when her friend swung out with lightning speed. Following the fist with her eyes, Sarah realized that it wasn't going to make contact. She had never seen anyone move so fast! Blow after blow, the man dodged, duck, and sidestepped everything that was sent his way. It was almost inhuman.
Her friend was almost unable to keep up with his own fists. His blows, originally deliberate, soon became hasty and careless. After a few seconds of rapidfire punches, the man finally made an attack. He grabbed the arm, pulling it towards his outstretched elbow. Sarah's friend took the full force of the blow in his chest stopping his upper body, but his legs continued to fly forward. He flipped and smashed his head on the ground and instantly fell unconscious.
End of Part 1