“Don’t you recognize your own sister’s voice!” Josh yelled, thankfully taking his hand off the door handle but Alex yet had to let go of his arm.
“Josh, you need to trust me,” Alex said, looking Josh straight in the eye. His expression had twisted into one of utter fear, his eyes shrunk back and lips suddenly dry. If not for the grip on Josh’s arm, his hand would be shaking.
Josh pressed his lips, his brows sinking. He took a step away from the door but held a conflicted look.
Alex knew that the voice echoing through the other side of the door was not his sister. Not only did the gut-wrenching feeling tell him that but the one fact that Jamie had never called him by his name. He didn’t know why and never bothered to question it. So, to hear her voice desperately calling out to him couldn’t be more foreign than if a stranger had been crying out to him.
Having let go of Josh’s arm, Alex also took a
“These bastards just keep coming,” Bianca said, slamming a body against the tree and plunging her hand deep into its chest. Blood splattered onto her face, her hand dripping with the scarlet liquid.“The ambush was a given, after all, they’re not stupid,” Alaster sighed, wiping the blood off his hands.“But did they have to send so many,” Luca groaned, turning to Xavier. “Are you sure it's alright to just leave those humans by themselves? There are thousands of these bugs crawling around, one could easily sneak past us.”Xavier sighed, his gaze watching as five more rogues slowly approached him, his white shirt stained with enough blood to turn it completely red. He’d originally planned on leaving someone behind to keep watch of the pureblood but an interference left them stranded with no option.“It's all blocked, nothing can go in,” Griffin said after returning, swiftly beheading on
Josh sat at the edge of the bed, his bloodshot eyes watching a speck of dust gracefully dance in the air. A stream of morning sunlight bathed the room in a warm glow, a gust of cold air blowing in through the shattered window.Goosebumps erupted across Josh’s exposed left arm; his right nestled in bandages supporting it up. He barely made any movement, his mouth slightly agape.Alex was dead.His best friend. His almost brother. Gone. Swallowing the fact proved harder than actually dealing with the loss. He’d shed enough tears to leave his vision blurred and his eyes burning yet he still failed to believe it. He was with Alex just yesterday, shouting their lungs out whilst playing video games yet now he sat alone in the very room he was trapped in.His eyes looked down at his hand lifelessly sitting atop his lap. They moved over his knuckles that were colored a pinkish red, a majority bruised. Each time he shut his eyes he could see himself po
“Why not?” Josh snapped his gaze to Amber’s stern one, her decision seemingly unwavering.“You’re not ready,” She simply said, her words hiding behind her sigh. Josh tightly gripped at the cover, unsure whether he’d heard right. He wasn’t ready? These strangers abduct them and get his friend killed and refuse to show him Alex’s body because he’s not ready?What was that even supposed to mean? So, what if he wasn’t ready, that gave him no less of a right to visit Alex. Alex had risked his life to save him, risked everything he’d worked so hard to achieve just so he could keep him safe. Josh’s grief turned to rage, blood rushing to his head making it slightly throb. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He looked away from Amber, his eyes most likely bloodshot.Amber once again sighed, seating herself at the edge of the bed, her back turned to Josh.“Josh I can read
Darkness. It held him in its cold embrace, stifling his body from any movement he tried to take. His chest was suppressed, air barely making it into his lungs. He tried to scream, clawing his way through the nothingness but its only results were his burning airways. He tried to grab whatever it was forcing his body lower into the abyss, grasping for dear life.Finally, air filled his lungs, light gracing his vision. He was free. Free of the monster that was darkness itself, free of the claustrophobic space that pressed against his chest. Free from the never-ending fall to what felt would end in the depths of hell.Am I alive? Alex thought, staring up at the ceiling. He turned his head a bit to face the window, the grey of the outside bringing reassurance to him. He took a deep breath, still finding it slightly hard to breathe, his head turning over to the other side to glance at the gaping door that led to the conjoined bathroom.Something felt off. He&
Alex was defeated, any hope of getting Amber to notice him gone straight out the window.He’d been staring at her for the past hour now, finally gaining freedom from the prison that was his own body. At first, he assumed that it was the blood that had magically teleported him back into his body but after Amber constantly raised his arms to survey them, he was whizzed back in each time. Now he just floated above his body, watching Amber watch him.After three hours of playing ghost, trying to communicate with Amber, and messing with his own body, he was now starting to grow bored. He couldn’t leave the room no matter what hole he tried to creep out off, the gaping door a great taunt. He also couldn’t really breathe properly, at times the air choking him to tears.It wasn’t after watching his body for five hours that he realized that his body wasn’t breathing.I really am dead?For some reason, Alex had managed
The little chat between Bianca and Xavier had only managed to raise questions in Alex to which he knew no answers would come, their lips sealed as if an intruder were present in the room. Their secretiveness was irritating but there was only so much he could ask for. Alex had once again been freed from his body, now just floating above the silent two, waiting for any conversation to happen between them. Maybe he was asking for too much. He already knew Xavier was a man of no words, it seemed Bianca was as well. The duo was overwhelming just standing there silently, even to ghost Alex who was invisible to their gaze, well somewhat at least. Xavier had managed to burn that gruesome killing into Alex’s memory and Bianca just looked like someone who would slay a dragon then kill the princess at the end. Not to say she looked evil or anything but definitely someone to steer far from. Very far. She was no doubt as jaw-dropping as the rest with all the pretty qualit
Alex’s throat burned, the air around him vanishing along with his vision. There was a bone-chilling cold around him, the feeling of death so near it was licking at his ear. There was a sick feeling bubbling in his throat, his insides churning along with his vigorous heartbeats. He wanted to yell out, scream for god’s sake but he barely made a peep, his body slowly descending into hell. He clawed above him, hoping to grasp on the single thread of life that weakly strung to his body, but before he could it tore, his body flung deeper into the abyss. Alex snapped open his eyes, trying not to suffocate with the controlled breathing he was forced into. His entire being was shaken, the sight of darkness spelling fear into him. Was he alive? No Bianca had said that he wasn’t but he still wanted to believe that he wasn’t dead yet. He could at least take comfort in the sight of the celling however he was paralyzed within his body again, unable to break loose f
Those words rang clear through Josh. The revelation just as heart-lifting as the fact that Alex wasn’t dead. He really didn’t know which to be happy about more.The silence stretched along for another solid minute, the news needing time to really sink in. Alex wasn’t dead, better yet there was a way to bring him back? All this news was almost dizzying.“But I’ll need your help, Josh,” Amber said, suddenly all eyes focused onto him.There was no questioning it, he would definitely help as much as he could. It’s the least he could do after Alex had literally thrown his life for him.“Of course, I’ll do anything.”Josh was determined, whatever it was that she had to offer, he was ready to accept.*The moon shone brightly in the pitch sky, a gust of wind cutting through them rendering Josh temporarily blind. He held onto the large sweater he wore, trying to warm himself even wit