Chapter Eight
I woke up in a strange place.
It was dark, cold, and I was alone and scared.
I stood up and realized I was in some kind of prison.
The door had bars and it was locked. There was no key to be found anywhere. I was surely doomed.
Where was Kyle?
"Kyle?" I called out.
No answer.
"Kyle?" I yelled louder.
I heard a low noise nearby.
I think it was Kyle.
"Kyle! Is that you? Where are you?" I asked.
"Yeah. Phoebe?" he questioned, his voice sounded low and tired.
"Yes, it's me! Where are you? It's so dark I can't see a thing," I said.
"I'm…in a dungeon? Are you here too?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm locked up too; though, I don't think we are in the same jail cell." I said.
"Yeah. I know! Follow my voice," he said.
"Good idea," I replied.
He started talking about what it was like when you died. He told stories of what it felt like to die and the "white light" and how upset he was when he didn't make it to Heaven and he fell down.
I walked toward where his voice was coming from and I eventually hit a barred wall.
His story was fascinating though it was short.
"Kyle?" I asked.
"Yeah?" he answered.
"Can you follow my voice now? I followed yours and I hit a wall. Maybe if you find the same wall you'll find me," I said.
"Sure, sure. Tell me about the new Malaria," he said.
"Well I was sitting in my biology class one day and we were learning about Malaria. I thought of it as no big deal and I started searching the classroom for mosquitoes. Well I found one and I thought "Hello friend" and I wondered if it had heard me. Anyways it flew over to my rival and bit her and then she became a zombie and before I knew it, everyone was becoming one," I explained.
"Really. So did you help anyone?" he asked.
He had already found me before I started talking. I think he could see.
"No. I just ran for my life and got home. My parents weren't home which was odd because usually my mom would be there. I didn't care. I was tired so I walked up to my room and went to sleep. Then in the morning my parents still weren't home so I just walked around town and found Brian. Then I went home and the next day I found my sister alive. She told me that our parents were gone into zombies. Then I left her alone and I went to find Brian and his group. Then we met Fred the "mad scientist" and he told us to go find the cure. I volunteered to go into the cave alone and I didn't really have a reason why. But Brian let me go and then I found you and you know the rest of the story. Now that I think about it, I wonder where Brie is," I said.
I felt Kyle's hand touch mine.
"I found you!" he exclaimed.
I smiled.
We both sat down on the ground next to the wall.
"Can't you bust us out of here? You're a demon. I'm sure you could do it," I said.
"Yes but there is a security camera here," he said.
I looked around and finally saw a small red light from a camera.
It was defiantly recording us.
"Oh no. I bet they have microphones too," I whispered.
"Yes, probably. Especially since it is so dark here they need to hear us," he said.
"Yeah. Oh no," I said.
My eyes started to water.
"What is it?" asked Kyle.
He was holding my hand softly, trying to comfort me.
"They know about Brie now," I said.
Kyle was silent. He was probably thinking the same thing I was: oh crap.
"Well, there's only one solution to this problem now," he whispered.
He stood up and flew up to the ceiling.
He punched the ceiling a few times and at last there was a giant hole in the roof.
Moonlight shone through the hole and I could see now. Kyle looked even more like a monster now.
He was pissed. Strange-looking spikes were sticking out of his arms, legs, and spine. His claws on his hands and feet grew even longer and his fangs were showing. His eyes glowed a yellowish color and his voice sounded extremely lethal.
"We are going to find her before they do," he said.
I didn't move. He could easily kill me right now even without thinking.
I was scared of him very much now and a backed away as far as I could.
He easily broke through the bars separating us and he stared at me.
"Go away," I said quietly.
"Look, I know I'm freaky looking right now but get over it okay? We have to get out of here," he said.
He has never told me to "get over it" in all my life. Was he mad at me? What did I do? I felt terrible now.
He picked me up and flew out the hole in the ceiling.
"Hey! Come back here!" yelled a voice.
I knew it was Brian, but we were already long gone and too far away for him to catch us. There was nothing he could do now.
I didn't say a word on our way back to my house.
I wished that Kyle could've been human again.