Crimson Dust: Calling back

„I found someone!" a policeman shouts panicked to the group „She needs help, quick!"

A doctor runs up to the body, pressing down on the wounds and calling an ambulance „They need to be fast or she'll bleed out..." his voice is barely a wispher.

„Who would do something like that...?" one person wonders with a disgusted look on his face.

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In this dark space, she pats my head lovingly „Little Zita, dad and me will be out for a few hours, 'kay?"

She turns to leave, darkness envelops her /Don't go! Wait! Mother!/ I run after her but the nearer I get the more distant she becomes.

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Darkness takes me and I see brother Leng beside me, holding my hand. I smile up at him.

I'm sorry" he lets go of my hand and disappears into nothingness. Tears fall from my eyes.

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My uncle stands before me, false pity in his eyes „I'm truly sorry for your loss, Zita. I never thought the two would die"

The news of my parents death hit me full force, tears gather again and people start to appear beside my uncle. I regognize them, they're my family and my familys friends.

/But why...?/ I think /Are they so angry? Did I mess up again?/ I wonder with fright and take a step back.

My fear increases and I turn around and run. They immidantly follow me and hold me down, they shout at me how I could betray them, anger and hate mix together in their voices... but I don't know what they mean, did something happen to them? My tears spill over and I cry for help but nothing comes out.

They pull me into the darkness and it hurts. It hurts. So much, it's unbearable. I continue to cry.

...ha... on...?" I stop crying and look for the voices owner among the shouts.

Wh... ng...?" /Again! Where does it come from?/ The darkness gets thicker and I see a person standing not too far away, I can merely make out a shadow.

What's wrong?" He asks again and the darkness disappears, I see a ghost of a smile rush over the shadows face, then he turns around and vanishes as well.

Wait!" I wish to say, my voice won't obey as I struggle up but he's long gone. I stand there with white light surrounding me, I grip my chest tightly /Why does it... hurt?/

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„Do you know where Zita is?" Lan asks Jing quiet.

Zitas absence brought worry over all the students.

„I heard she was sick but supposed to come today..." Jing looks unwell „Maybe something happened?"

„Class!" professor Min draws the classes attention „Miss Zita Yakira will not attend class today, she currently helps a company with a project and thus cannot attend"

Relieved sighs resound around class but a certain male in class looks at the teacher with distrust.

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I stir a bit and open my eyes, I close them again due to the blinding light that enters them.

„You're awake?" a soft voice questions.

I nod my head as my eyes adjust to the light. I look to my right to see a brown haired girl smiling at me with worry.

„Don't move too much, you nearly bled out. You will need to rest a few days until your body will be fine again" her voice sounds as if she was instructing a small child.

I look at her awkward since I would need paper and pen to 'have a conversation'.

„You were really lucky you know!" she smiles a huge smile „Someone wrote a message to the policestation that someone was in danger and when they checked the address they found you bleeding!" her smile wavers a bit „But I wonder who wrote the message..." she pouts.

„Anyway..." she starts smiling again „I heard you're Zita Yakira! ...Ah! I forgot to introduce myself!" She puts her hand before her mouth in shock „People call me Lara quite often, it's a shortening of my whole name. Do you play Second Life?"

I nod.

„When your healthy again PM me please! I would love to be your friend, my Player name is 'Clock'! I'm on the Shadow continent!" she tells me and I stare at her „What is it?" she tilts her head.

I lift my head a bit and she frowns, obviously not getting it. I move into a comfortable sitting position and point into the room but she doesn't get it.

I signalize her that I need pen and paper and she takes out a notepad and hands it to me „Sorry, I forgot about it!" she scratches her cheek „It was in your pocket and the doctors told me to safeguard it until you wake up"

I nod and scribble down 'You know me already in Second Life'.

„Really! What's your name then?" she wonder innocent and write down 'Dust. You met me when I just started'.

„Ah! That's you?! Impressive! I heard you won the tournament!" She looks at me astonished.

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„Dust's not here today either~" a girl mutters.

Idiot appears and mutters „I have an idea who she's in real life"

„Really?! Who?!" one shouts amazed.

„I think she's Zita Yakira. The day she 'fell sick' is the day her absence started. And the teacher told us today that she's helping someone and thus can't attend school. I tell you, that's rubbish! I searched around a bit, she got attacked and is in hospitel due to her wounds! When she and another talked before she also stated she's on the Shadow continent and knew of Dusts win in the tournament even though that info hasn't spread much back then!" Idiot exclaims outraged.

„But she's okay, right?" an unknown voice asks calm.

„Yep. I heard someone informed the policestation of the attack which is what saved her life. ...Wait. I never heard that voice before... Who are you?!" Idiot turns around to see nothing. He turns to the others „Who was that?"

„Dunno..." one answers bored „I don't know him. He had red hair and wings"