• Blood Eye Chapter 3: The Awakening

    Running through the forest with brush slapping onto my legs holding me back. I felt like I was running in a frantic stride through the forest from a hovering fear that I sensed coming at me.
    My breath felt labored, my mind felt clouded in fear that everything was closing in all around me.
    The space around me was becoming overshadowed with the darkness, creeping up on me, scorching my flesh, and causing panic to whelm through me.
    Then as the dark consumed everything around me a light shown in the far distance that I reached out for, barely thrusting and squeezing my body out of the paining darkness, I stumbled a bit as I start a life-threatening sprint toward the light with the branches grabbing at me.
    As I got closer the light it brighten causing me to feel the warmth, I craved it the closer I approached it, but the branches got thinker and made me stumble also making it harder for me to see.
    I tripped after I couldn’t move any more from the both the branches and brush. It folded and wrapped around me as I stuggled. The dark wave flowed onto me and engulfed my body, as I reached out for the light with my free hand.
    I was screaming and struggling to breath as the entanglement squeezed against my ribs, I took one final breath and started fighting with all I had, but the light was fading and I realized my yells were not coming out my mouth that everything was being indulged with blackness.
    Then I was being yanked and pulled apart back into the blackest part of the forest, despite all my actions the enveloping tide of anguish and fear pulsed through me once the light completely diminished and was consumed by the blackness of the forest.

    I roared awake in tremendous pain that over loped my body, causing my skin to crawl, and my sight flashed spots into my eyes. My chest started pounding with agony, gritting my teeth to stop from yelping my pain. I was shredding at my chest where the agonized ripping pain was; it was my heart, which was beating at high velocity that bounded in my neck.
    I was still clenching my chest as it settled down some but not completely, the time escaped me sense last night so I turned my alarm over on its stand so I can see the time. Five ’o clock in the morning…I slept for only two hours.
    Sweat rolled down my forehead as I easily sat up, it was hard to breath and my body felt as if it was burning. My thought came to hoping no one herd me after I woke up, it was hard for me to understand why all this was happening to me?
    Why didn’t I run when I had the chance…. I didn’t even have a chance; she could have out run me or take Ellie instead. Why didn’t she finish me off? I wondered.
    I sorely got of the bed and went to take a shower and freshen up for another predictable day…

    I took a cold shower today because the burning was worsening. It calmed my muscles but the blazing didn’t simmer down, I kept hold of the railing so I wouldn’t fall down from a sudden pain.
    After carefully getting out of the shower I went to the mirror to clean my face, but when I looked into the reflection I saw a person that looked over half way dead with snow-white skin, purple and blue around the eyes and dull black eyes.
    Is that me?
    The color of everything besides my hair was black and white, my eye really through me of balance; there wasn’t even a hint of blue left in them, and my skin looked as if there were no flaws, but perfection was showing slick smooth skin and muscles on my body.
    This was growing a lump in my throat, as I took in the flawless body that looked sickly and drained.
    H-how in the… I gasped
    The surprise in this overwhelming changed through me into a rage that didn’t pass tell I got finished getting dressed and shot my alarm clock out the window when it billowed a ringing in my ear, and descended down stairs.
    It was odd that I haven’t seen or herd Ellie all morning? Usually she would wake me up an hour earlier then my alarm, I circled the house a couple time trying to find her the gave up, thinking she might of obtained the job she had went to yesterday.

    I was out of my mind. I was heading for the bench to find answers from Jennet about all this; I left two hours early so I could have more time to interrogate.
    There was a quite breeze out side that helped my the burning blaze my deep into my skin to the bone, I winced at the pain but kept going regardless.
    The air was thick with fog that made thing even darker then usual.
    I haven’t eaten sense Monday and I’m STILL not hungry?
    For some reason I reached into my bag and grabbed a baggy of jerky and took a piece and started chewing but spit it back out; it tasted of dirt? Then I grabbed the bottled water and tried to rinse my mouth but the water didn’t even satisfy my needs…
    My tastes it… changed too?

    The street lamp over the bench shown in my view as I closed the distance to it, hesitant at first but caught up the pace with new confidence, There wasn’t anyone near the bench as I proceeded toward it.
    My mind was holding so much anger that it made my hearing ring and a feeling in my chest of emotion pain that was carving a hollow hole through me.
    I stopped in front of the bench and stared at it with hatful eyes of despair, after the minute went by I sat down on it and folded my hand over my face so I could hold my feeling in,
    Where is she?

    “Look at you, you’re already falling apart on me.” Someone spoke from behind, I whorled around at that instant. Breathing in hard from the heating pain inside.
    Jennet laughed with amusement, “Let me guess? More question or did you just come to visit?” she was leaning with a cat-like look about her.
    She wore all black besides the crimson jacket. I then rose from my seat and backed up some. “I’ m here for answers.” My voice was cutting in and out like a bad signal on a radio.
    With agile steps she rounded onto the bench, looking at me the whole three long seconds then with a motion with her hand she signaled me to sit with her. I slowly took a spot next to her, a foot of space in between us.
    I looked towards she was still looking deep into my eye she then looked away as if she found something. “Can I ask a question first?” she then looked back at me with gentleness that startled me; she was more blunt earlier and I was sure if she had a question she wouldn’t have asked for permission.
    I nodded for her to go on, she then smiled her pearly white teeth. “Have you ever thought that maybe you could be more then you think?” she then paused and looked me dead in the eyes waiting for my answer.
    I turned away so that I could think strait, her starring and face were making it hard to think, “Why would I? HOW could I be more then I already am? What kind of question is that?” I could feel myself slipping on my hold with my anger that is trying to explode at this moment.
    “You have a lot of anger bottled up inside you don’t you?” she stretched her arms and got up then spun to look at me again. “The question is a simple yes or no answer, you just think to hard on it. Loosen up a little.”
    “Why are you doing this to me? What do you have to gain in it!” my heart was beating with my mind now. “Quit being selfish and ask the right questions or we won’t be able talk at all.” She countered with an annoyed laugh.
    She was confusing me with the way she talked to me it seemed impossible to talk fluently, “what are you?” I asked in a weak voice. She smiled again with new resolve “now that’s the right one, I hope you figured out how to talk with out the obscured selfishness.”
    She sat back down and looked up then came back to look into my eyes. “I’ am a predator of your kind that drinks blood, as you should come too know by now from your nightly visits,
    “We have the power to change humans into being such as myself, but the number of us are small because of the path of transforming is so severe that it kills the victim,” she was getting even brighter as she explained almost like she had a load on her shoulders that she was finally unloading.
    “By now you should be feeling how the transformation is right now, I’m actually surprised you aren’t huddling in a corner basking in agony from the burning effect in your room right now?”
    The last statement was more like a question to me; unwillingly I answered that part “I’m feeling it right now… so how does it work?” she looked at me like she had know ideal I was talking about. “The changing process?” I broke the silence.
    She shifted her position some and her smile twisted a little to reveal sharp perfect teeth. “It starts by a administered bite; when our saliva comes into contact with your blood stream it acts like venom and once it come in contact with your heart,” I could tell she was hinting that this was what I’m going through after she said “Your heart”.
    “In about three to five day the heart stops and the reanimation with your senses change including smell, hearing, reflexes, and even the sense of touch intensifies.” this was all mind boggling to me, how am I supposed too feel about all of this?
    She paused and studied my face for a moment, trying to search for emotion in my blank face. “You’re a rare one indeed to be able to fight off all that pain, I wonder…” the curiosity in her voice was getting on my nerves but I waited patiently for her to start up with subject again.
    “Well anyways, in the end of the reanimation, part of the human life; most of its experiences and all past memory’s will be forgotten, there is a fifteen percent chance any of it at all will come back to you.”
    She obviously was done by the way she stopped talking. “What happen afterwards?” my voice was monotone for these didn’t seem real and I couldn’t find the right feeling I wanted, I was excited and it was wrong that THESE was what I wanted.
    Jennet looked away and then looked at her wristwatch. “You have at the least four hours till the reanimation starts. Oh- you have school today you’d best find a empty room and lock the doors…well actually I don’t even think that will work.” She laughed out a joyous chime; she back flipped over the bench and sped off into the forest.
    I saw a glimmering object next to me; I grabbed it and looked at it in the shallow light; it was a yellow stone with a leather lace at the top and a milky white cloud weaving around in it.
    I put it around my neck and let it dangle down in place, but as it stopped swinging it started turning color, too a blood red color and sent out a cold feel as I examined it again; all that changed was the color and its temperature.
    I awed at it then suspiciously stuffed it in my shirt so I could protect it for some reason, it was like the burning heat that was keeping hold on me but I felt as if I was holding ice.

    The walk home was aching; my ignorance to this pain was starting to crumble all too gather now, it would seem that all this time holding back all this pain was coming back to haunt me.
    My life was ending and all this time I’ve been weak and succumbing too it with no regrets… was the anger holding me back from the full force of my feeling or was it because of my selfishness?
    I was more confused then ever before, I just didn’t register with what any person would feel, was I emotionally incapable or was it something else?
    I didn’t notice I was already home, I was thinking so critically that I lost thought of even going home.
    Man it’s getting worse to move around… my heart won’t stop rapidly beating; it’s sucking the will power out of me! My thoughts still roamed as I entered the house.
    “Hay Ellie are you home!” I yelled in a raspy voice, but no one answered. It was odd. It just wasn’t like her not to call after me when I went strait to my room when I got home.
    I went up to her room too see if she was even there last night, the panic that was building up inside me was starting too show now and I could feel my heart accelerating even faster now making the pain in my chest throb and I felt as if my skin was an inferno now.
    Her room was thrashed and there was nothing that looked usual in there, it was like some animal was thrashing at the walls and her bed was shredded up all over the floor nothing looked untouched, I couldn’t even tell what most of everything was.
    But the thing I did notice was the blood everywhere and it looked as if it was done yesterday. This was too much, everything was turning red and my mind was straining to keep in control. My heart was hammering against my chest making me cringe and stumble forward from the doorway onto the floor of the room.
    I lost. The pain was taking over every inch of my body and there was thunderous shocking in my chest, it was making the screams of agony become muffled by the raging beats of my heart.
    What’s happening! My mind blasted the thought.
    I was afraid. Not for me but for Ellie… I was stupid not to think about her safety then to pursue Jennet for answers… Tears started flowing down my face as I wept in horror, I was alone now.
    The hollowness inside me grew even more open inside my stomach. Mom, Dad, and now Ellie… I quivered to the pain that added to my agony.
    I howled out everything. My pain, sorrow, loss, and the anger exploded through my nerves. I was on my feet without knowing it I was destroying everything in my path in a rampage through the house. My heart was a high pitch buzzing noise now in my head and it felt like a hammer being smashed into your ribs over and over at superhuman speed.
    I couldn’t feel myself doing this… My fury was driving me like a machine. The up stair rooms were thrashed and as I started descending from the stairs my heart skipped a beat, and I tumbled down the steps with a crash into the wall.
    My heart was slowing and dieing out as it sputtered like old engine. My lungs weren’t working and a ringing sound fluttered in my ear, my vision was zooming out toward the front room.
    There gracefully sitting on the table was Jennet and she had a huge grin on her face.
    “y-you u-used my s-s-sister t-to as a t-trigger?” I mouthed out not having enough air to say anything.
    She then she walked with a cats grace over to where my crippled body lay, she then laughed a laugh that sounded sinister. “You’ll be the perfect puppet.” She said through her laughter.
    Everything was blackening like my dream and the cold feeling of emptiness curled up into my weak heart as it stopped.
    The last thing I herd was mumbling, but the words that I did hear was “…poor Ellie she suffered the whole time you were gone…” my heart stopped with a final whispered beat.