"Jamie." Kayla whimpered as Shane rubbed her arm in comfort, while Effie patted her back. "Shhh. I'm sure he's fine." She soothed. Yeah, he's one tough dude." Shane seconded. Then, Cameron called over his shoulder. "I found him." He said in a flat tone. Kayla turned and ripped away from Effie and Shane, running over to where Cameron stood, looking down behind a stand of trees.
Cam was leaning against the tree trunk with one hand, making small scorch marks in the bark as he did so. Kayla ducked under his arm, eager to see her boyfriend. She stopped short, her hand flying to her mouth as she gasped. Cameron's expression hardened, turning grim and solemn. Shane teleported over to them. He froze for a moment, then turned away quickly. He gagged, then threw-up into a nearby bush. The others had walked over, and they looked around the tree, and people gasped, and paled.
Jamie laid there, cuts and scrapes littering his arms and legs. His shirt was all but destroyed, ripped and burned. He lay there, eyes closed, but his chest was still. He wasn't breathing. Jamie was dead.
Jamie gasped as he opened his eyes, his eyes flying open as he sat up, hands moving to his throat as he gasped to catch his breath. After a moment or two, his breathing calmed and he looked around, trying to find where he was. However, there were no trees, no bushes, no……anything. He was sitting on the ground, and pure black stretched off in every direction, dotted here and there with small, hard bits of light, like jewels embedded in the sky. He got to his feet, feeling strange as he did so. He felt strange, more…fluid. Like his limbs had been stretched and loosened. It was a strange feeling. He looked down at his feet, but he couldn't see the ground he was standing on, just swirling, pale grey mist. He looked around, then took a few steps, his sneakers tapping on the ground, as if he were walking on stone. "Hello?" He called out into the darkness, with his echo coming back to meet him a few times. Then, he heard a soft, almost indiscernible sound, which echoed through the endless darkness. Cla-thump. Cla-thump. Cla-thump. It sounded like a horses hooves striking loamy soil, and then, out of the darkness, emerged a pale white horse.
Its dark eyes were focused on Jamie, and for a second, he thought it had no rider. Then, he caught sight of movement, black on black, and he saw the rider was a person shrouded in a black cloak. He pulled on the reigns, bringing his horse to a stop. It snorted as the cloaked figure turned its head towards Jamie, but he couldn't see anything under its hood, just darker black. "W-Who are you?" Jamie asked him, unnerved by the deathly chill that seemed to emanate from the rider. The rider did not answer, but moved down from astride the horse, but he didn't seem to actually move. More, he seemed to flow down, without his feet touching anything. He took a step towards Jamie, who took a step back in fear, but he steadied himself, bringing his hands to a fighting stance. "I'll ask you again. Who. Are. You?" Jamie demanded, but the cloaked figure didn't move for a few tense momnts, while its tattered black cloak. Then, it answered, in a rasping voice, which was cold and smelt of decay, like wind whistling in some forgotten tomb. "I am….Death."
Well, since I was gone for, like, forever, I've given you guys an amazing chapter. Will Jamie survive? What will the others do? When will I update? Find out next time on One…Super...SUMMER!!