...lost...

I felt something breathing down my back as something went by my right ear.
I jumped, throwing my arms up to protect my face, landing awkwardly on my left foot; I stumbled, falling backwards, the back of my right hip connected with a sharp corner.
“Aaah! Jesu... Urgh!” I was uttering quietly under my breath, but stopped when a light came on reducing the darkness to the shadows of corners.
I stood gawking upwards.
“Wow...” I said without even knowing.
We were in a sort of run down passageway, nothing special, although it was a bit on the gloomy side, but the ceiling... I mean I have never seen anything like it.! There was an intricate pattern carved into it, though it really didn’t look as though anything could’ve carved it because the pattern wasn’t actually in the ceiling in fact it was hovering about three Centimetres below the ceiling and seemed to be emitting an eerie yet curious light.
“What is that?” I whispered so quietly I was surprised when Mindreader answered.
“That? I’m not sure if I’m allowed to tell you what that is.” Mindreader continued, “And even if I did you wouldn’t believe nor want to have known the answer.”
“How would you know?!” I snapped angrily.
“Because, I know.” He replied mockingly, smirking at the look of injustice and anger that appeared on my face.
“Look, I’m not some-”
“Paws! Where are you, stupid creature?!” He cut me off, as he shoved passed me, to yell down the passageway.
“Hmph.” I pouted, unhappy with his treatment of me, as though I was nothing more than a bug, ‘What happened to the you’re more important, bit?’.
“Paws!” Mindreader shouted angrily, “there you are, finally.”
Paws, I soon found out, is a cat, a short haired cat that had many shades of browns, greys, blacks and whites, what I mean by had is that that’s what he used to have.
Paws stood on his hind legs, growing taller until he was at the height of a boy in his tens, he wore blue pants that were a bit small and had holes around the knees, he was also wearing an olden day baggy, white shirt and a bag that had straps crossing his chest, his hair didn't stay one colour for long it seemed to shift through the colours of the cat, but his eyes were still a luminous green with slits, like that of a cats.
“Where were you Paws?” Mindreader asked, with a smile that said he already knew where Paws had been.
“I well... there...” Paws stuttered, trying to avoid both our eyes.
“Not letting your cat part get the better of you again.”
Paws smiled uncertainly.
Mindreader turning to me said, “The last time paws, couldn’t control his feline side, we ended up having to get rid of twenty dead mice and rats and also had to figure out what to do with two litters of kittens.”
Paws glanced down at the floor, trying to find something to stare at, blushing.
“Paws this is Ara Nickle.” Mindreader said pointing towards me, “As captivating as her name.” He smiled handsomely.
I blushed, looking down at the floor, big mistake.
The picture in the carpet was of a battle, there were bodies of dead and injured people lying around the battle field as the ones who could fight fought with the last of their energy, there was also some writing on it but I couldn’t understand what it said because it was in some foreign language.
“Ara this is Paws.” Mindreader said looking at me and then realising what I was looking at said, “Would you like me to tell you what it says?”
I nodded almost imperceptibly.
Mindreader saw the movement.
“Well it does say quite a bit but the gist of it is: A battle fought well and won loses more than if it had been lost.” Mindreader goes on to explain, “It means that if you go into battle to win you must be prepared to lose everything in it.”
I nodded again to show I understood, ‘That is very sad.’ I thought to myself, after that I was lost a bit in my emotions, I felt pain where a bruise was starting to show on my hip and I felt pain in my heart, plus the anger at not being told about the pattern hovering below the ceiling, above me and then there was my mom, I still didn’t know why she hadn’t picked me up and there were so many emotions I felt trapped and lost at the same time.

wings©2007

...like a magnet...

I was about to say something sketical but was cut off, before the words escaped my mouth, by the sound of some thing falling to the floor and breaking into a thousand pieces, behind me.
I span round facing the door that lead into the kitchen, where the noise had come from.
My heart beating faster and faster as adrenalin coursed through my body, making my hands and knees shake.
The guy, (I'm nick naming mind reader), jumped to his feet in a fluid montion, grabbing my hand as he headed towards the front door. Half dragging me as i try to keep up.
Mind reader not even bothering to open the door, raises his arm, flicking his hand in the direction of the middle of the door, it flys outward taking parts of the door frame with it as splinters are scattering everywhere.
I ducked covering my face and realised suddenly that i was whimpering, which made me angry, at myself for being so weak and like a baby, at my mom for not picking me up, at mind read for the fact that he had just blown apart the front door!
"HEY!" I screamed at mind reader as we both raced out the hole where the door used to be, "You better pay to repare the damage you just caused!" I know that i was being stupid I was just getting irritated plus angry and I needed to take it out on someone or something so mind reader seemed like the perfect target seeing as he had just blown a door apart that was deffinitly goning to cost a lot to repare...
He looked at me over his shoulder, calmly saying "Your life is more important."
This took me off guard making me stumble and nearly fall over, but mind reader was quick, grabbing my shoulder to help me regain my balance.
'What did he mean by that? Was he trying to help me or not?' i needed to stop and figure things out, 'I thought he'd been a bad guy? Had i been wrong? I wasn't normally wrong when it came to my gut feeling about certain things or people.' I started think about all the things that had taken place so far but remembered that this guy could read my mind and most likely was, so i desided to try stop thinking about personal things or things that were important to me, for now and concentrate on running, my breathing, my heart as it beat inside me and mind reader, 'If I'm to see if I can beat him if it ever came down to a fight, I'll have to watch for any weakness he may have, that i might be able to use against him.'
Once we rounded a corner we slowed donw to a fast walking pace.
He still held on tightly to my arm not letting go no matter how hard i tried to get away.
"Who are you? And what do you want from me?" I got right to the point, giving up on trying to escape from his clutch.
"Who I am is not for you to know until the time is right and what i want from you will have to wait till we get to my house because it's a long story and will best be told over food." He replied, not even bothering to look at me anymore.
"No, I don't want any food, I want answers." I practically spat the words right in his face.
"Patience is a virtue."
I felt like wringing his neck till the words popped right out of his head along with his tiny annoying brain!
He laughed, it was a laugh that said he was pleased to be getting under my skin so easily.
I was just about to slap him up side the head but right at that moment we stopped in front of a worn down house that seemed to be abandoned, with it's boarded up windows and the paint peeling from the walls.
"Home, Sweet Home." Mind reader said proudly,letting go of me as he placed both of his hands on his hips, pride and joy shining out of his eyes.
He was looking at this place as though he himself had built it, although come to think of it, from the state it was in I think almost anyone could have built it...
Mind reader looked offended by my thoughts but didn't mention it, he just walked up to the door waving his hand over the lock and swinging the door open to reveal a darkness from within that sent shivers down my back, 'This place feels really old as though it was built when cave men were around...', the sun barely reached a foot within.
There was something that didn't feel right, though I didn't know if the feeling was about the house or something within it, whatever it was i couldn't put my finger on it.
Mind reader stepped inside, turned around, the darkness and light seeming to fight for space about him making all his features sharper, and asked, "You coming?"
I didn't want to, I didn't trust mind reader or the darkness that radiated from this place, but with the sun going down and with whatever it was that was after me still out there somewhere, plus there was something about this building that just seem to atract me like a magnet, it gave me a strange feeling that i didn't have a choice on wether or not i was going in...
I walked up to the open door of this keepy building and taking one kast look around, stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind me with a loud creak, the last rays of light disappearing behind it and cloaking me in darkness...

wings©2007

To start from the begining...

Hi...
As some of you might know my name is Wings, but i don't get that name for just any reason... But for you to understand why i have my name i'd have to start from the begining, which was years ago...
i was a normal kid (i have brown hair and brown eyes, i'm pretty fit, i did karate every thrusday and friday and on certain saterdays i'd go out and do some putty or climb some trees) living in a normal world, as far as i new my world was dull and would probably always be dull but what i didn't know was that my world and the world as we all knew it was balanced on the shoulders of one person... though that comes later, right now i'm sitting in a history class struggling to stay awake while the teacher blabbed on and on about some king that had been killed by some assasin...'like all the kings or queens died of natural death', i think sarcasticly with a small sigh, the teach Mr.Howet turned around to face me as though he'd heard my sarcastic thought.
"Is there something you want to share with the class Miss Nickle? eh" He's staring so hard at me it feels like he's burning a hole right through my head.
"No sir", I say staring hard at my feet like all the answers to the universe lie in the very material that makes up my shoes.
"Very well, may I get on with teaching the class?" Mr. Howet draws out his words slowly. 'He's trying to embarass me', i think unhappily as the rest of the class covers their mouths and start giggling softly at me, 'When will this day end?' i put a hand to my forehead, unfortunitly this movement just attracts more attension to me which means for the rest of the lesson everybody is laughing and calling me names. I make my mouth small and stare furiously at the clock hanging at the front of the class, wishing that i could make the time go by faster.
'At last!' I brighten up just as i hear the bell go, signaling the end of school and the begining of the weekend 'Yes!'
I walk as fast as possible toward the front of the gate, nearly bowling someone over on the way out.
"Hey! watch out" He shouts in suprise.
"Sorry!" I scream over my shoulder just as i'm exiting the gate, still walking fast, at almost the same second that i exit the front gate and enter the parking lot, i stop, something doesn't feel right, i look around at the parked cars but can't spot my moms, "Strange", i whisper, "I thought mom said she was gonna pick me up this afternoon on her way to the shop and drop me off at home..." I felt a cold shiver starting at the top of my back and making it's way down, 'Somethings wrong.' I think, trying to figure out what it is, 'Think, come on think, what could it be?' i smack my head hard, trying to think and not even realising that someone had come up behind me. 'I guess i'm walking home', i shrug my sholders trying not to look to fazed, and start walking towards home, when i'm nearly there i realise that i can hear footsteps besides my own except it sounds like the person they belong to is trying hard to cover up the noise and trying to copy my steps, but when i look behind me all i catch is a fleeting shadow that disapears so quikly i question wether i'd actualy seen it or not. 'Well, well' i think consintrating hard on the noise this mystrious stranger is making as he or she follows me, 'If someone is stalking me then whoever it is better be ready to be going on a long walk around' I smile sneekishly just keeping down a snicker that's pushing to get out of my thoat.
I take a sudden left, stopping for a second, hearing the stranger stagger for a second trying not to bash into me, i turn around just before this person could run away again.
i was about to say something smart and mean but my mout goes dry the moment i see him, and instead of saying anything i run all the way back home tasting blood in the back of my thoat just as i reach the front door but even here the feeling that something has either gone wrong or is about to follows me. I reach up with the key to the front door in my hand but realise that the door is already unlocked when it swings open but what was kreepy about the fact that it swung open was that i hadn't even touched it, but even kreepier than that was that i found him sitting in a chair in the lounge acting as though it's the most natural thing in the world for him, his left leg crossed over the right, he was wearing a pair of jeans, a black T-Shirt and black sheos, his black hear that was cut to the top of his ears except for the right side of the fringe which went down to his chin in the middle and growing shorter as it reached his right ear.
He stared at me mockingly with his deep blue eyes as though he'd expected my arival for quite a while now'He's so smug and stuck up' i thought.
"No i'm not." He said looking more and more smug as the seconds pasted.
"Not what?" I'm starting to feel lost and light headed, dreading the answer i already know he's gonna give me....
"I'm not 'smug and stuck up'."
'Is he reading my mind?' I'm trying not to look to shocked as i feel my mouth go dry and my world start to spin.
"Yes." He stares hard into my eye's as though he's trying to make me understand something.
"No... You couldn't... It's not possible..." my mouth drops open.
"Yes it is possible." He says firmly.

wings©2007