Dylon runs as fast as he can, hitting speeds twice that of an Olympic sprinter. The creature jumps from tree to tree, but Dylon manages to keep pace with the creature in his site. Suddenly, it vanishes. Dylon stops within a fraction of a second. He finds himself in a clearing, nothing but grass surrounded by tall trees. Their branches extend beyond any normal distance, the foliage on top so thick that no sunlight was able to penetrate to the grassy floor. With his senses on high alert, Dylon keeps his guard up and tries to find it.
Nothing makes a noise, only the calm wind, then, the attack comes. The creature bursts out of the trees, striking him in the face, knocking him down for a moment. He regains his balance, finding no sign of it. It attacks again, appearing as if it sprinted past him. He looks to his side to find a large gash, his blood beginning to trickle. The wound quickly heals, Dylon grows more angered. He takes a deep breath, standing perfectly still, like a statue. Seconds turn to minutes before the third strike comes, but he was ready.
In a flash, he leaps above the creature's reach. Afterwards, he comes down on top of it, landing on its back, crashing it to the ground. He jumps away, allowing the creature to stand. Instead of being on all fours, the creature stands on its legs up right. Although the trees block out most of the light, Dylon can see one thing, it's eyes. It's as if they were the night sky through two views, the glow giving the outline of the alien-like eyes.
He also notices the creature's tail, moving into view. It slams it to the ground, moving part of the earth with ease. Suddenly, the creature charges with blinding speed, catching Dylon off guard. It grabs him by the head, moving him side to side. He sees the tail preparing to strike. He dodges each strike, side to side, backing his body away, before he manages to grab a hold of the creature by its shoulders. As he does, he feels a sharp pain in his palms, like grabbing a porcupine. He tries to ignore the pain and prepares to toss the creature into the tree.
As it's lifted into the air, it wriggles free from his grasp and crawls onto his back. It sinks its teeth into his left shoulder. Dylon roars in pain before running towards one of the trees. As he jumps to it, he turns to face his back to it, hitting the creature against the tree. As it falls off, he grabs it by the tail and slams him to the ground like a rag doll. After the fifth slam, he tosses it into the branches. The force of impact braking most of them, now falling onto him. Dylon pushes aside the branches, which no longer block any sunlight. He searches for the creature, only to find it behind him. It tackles him down, striking with its claw at his eyes. Suddenly, it stops.
Dylon looks up in shock, now that he could see what he was fighting. The creature backs away, just as shocked as Dylon. Its appearance becomes clear. Male, his skin was a dull gray and light blue, patches of armor of darker colors covering his back, shoulders, knees, crotch, and parts of his feet. His back, aside from the armor, was covered in small, sharp quills. Dylon looks to his hands to find a few stuck in them, explaining the sharp pain. His tail was plain, like his skin, the tip of it having bizarre, glowing growths, emitting an orange light. Finally, his face, almost the same as Dylon, minus a few features. Darker, more thorn-like hair, and younger
Dylon is baffled, he couldn't move himself at all, except for his eyes, examining the creature. The creature is in the same boat, for good reasons. Neither have met someone like each other before. He begins to slowly walk towards Dylon, caution in every step. He stops, only a few feet away from him. He turns his head sideways, more curious than before. Dylon hesitates, but manages to extend his arm forward. The creature jumps back with caution. Dylon continues to struggle, but manages to say a few words. "Please…, wait…, I don't want to fight anymore."
The creature stares at him for awhile before walking closer and taking his hand as a sign of good will. It's amazing that they were fighting each other only moments ago, as if to the death. To his surprise, the creature replies with obvious confusion. "I never thought… I'd see… you."
Dylon is shocked, but continues speaking to him. "You were… expecting me?"
"No, none of this. The fight, the other 'beings', none of it. Especially… you."
Dylon releases his hand. "I feel the same, but I don't understand. You're…"
"My names Jacob," Jacob gives a quick wave of his hand.
"Dylon," Dylon replies "it's nice to…," he couldn't finish.
"See me?"
"No, I'm not sure how to feel. But… something about you seems… familiar."
Jacob thinks for a second, his attitude lightens and more curious. "...Maybe we're… brothers." His response surprises Dylon. "We look the same, it wouldn't be too long a stretch."
Dylon doesn't answer. His thoughts were repeating that word over and over, brother.
Soon, flashes start to appear, vague,nothing obvious, but he could see Jacob in them. They weren't memories, but they weren't flashes of any future, they didn't feel like it. Suddenly, flashes of other people appear. A small girl, eyes an ominous red, a large man with a mask, a child of viral potential. None of it makes sense. Soon, they stop, Dylon comes back to reality to see a confused Jacob. "Dilon or… whatever, are you alright?"
"Yes, and it's Dylon."
They stand there for some time before deciding to walk back to the beach. Suddenly, they realize what they left behind during their chase, a fight between their groups. They soon begin running like their lives depended on it, not theirs though.