It was like watching a horror movie. Sitting, watching, and relaxing. But at the same you’re terrified.
It’s dark and stormy night, thunder thriving in the background. A reprehensible mass of storm clouds loom just on-screen. The shrill of the petrified main characters pierce into you, like daggers to your ear drum. And the responsible hovels, towering in the distance, up a tall and in-fertile hill.
And then there is a cough.
You’re brought back into reality, and reminded that it’s all fiction. It isn’t happening now, and it never did. But you still watch the movie, sit back, and enjoy the ride.
That’s what it was like then. I could feel the fear, taste the tension, and smell the sweat.
But it wasn’t me trying to run. I was glued to the spot, while my counter-part thought of a cunning plan.
Looking left and right, again and again, it seemed that I was doing terrible damage to my neck. The man in black was accelerating now, seeing that there was no way out.
I can’t climb the fence in time… and there’s no way I’m going to get past Henry. That leaves the room full of angry people who defiantly won’t let me through…Damn it!If I was in control of my body, then I would have jumped in shock. Was I hearing her thoughts? Well, I reasoned, it would make sense… seeing she is inside me and all. But it hadn’t happened like this before. I could never hear her thoughts, only pointers in difficult times. This wasn’t right.
Henry.
Henry, Henry, Henry. I filed that information away for later. My body sprung into action like a viper with a wasp. The man, Henry, I reminded myself, was only a couple of meters away when my sudden action took place. He wasn’t shocked or anything, he simply moved with my body.
That means he knows me… or my alter-ego. I unwillingly turned to face him, and the door that I had just escaped through, if you could call it escaping. Just as it came into view, the handle turned.
Not more witnesses!
That wasn’t me. Witnesses to what?
No answer. Seems fair enough, she it busy trying to escape… five men now. I vaguely commented, counting the workers as they tumbled outside.
I felt the cold touch of bricks rub against my back. Trapped! My hand automatically swung around in front of me, in what I immediately knew was karate stance. Eyes briefly glanced down at the concrete floor. All of the puddles, all of the cracks I the alleyway paving, they were now etched into my mind. Momentarily observing the precision of my memory, the utter clarity in which I could recall, I knew that I was no ordinary high school student. I knew that all along really… Why else would I wake up, total memory loss, in a construction site with voices talking to me in my head?
Voice I reminded myself, only one voice.
Does that mean that I’m going crazy? Surely all of the psychiatrists say voices, right? No, I wasn’t going crazy. I just had an imposter hi-jacking my body, as I ran from mysterious men. That wasn’t crazy, was it? The man, Henry, was advancing upon me; despite what I was sure was a ferocious look on my face.
I wasn’t sure really. It was funny, without being the one to personally mould your face into the exact right shape; you don’t know what you have really. I didn’t feel the strain of the muscles as I clenched my jaw, the snarl as it carved itself into my lips, or the tense sensation as my eyebrows tightened. I knew nothing really. Only what my eyes were showing and my ears were telling. It was a freaky sensation.
This time I could sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I didn’t have to worry what was happening; my unnamed friend could take care of whatever her, our, enemies threw in the way. I could take a deep breath, and watch the fight scene unroll. It really was like a cinema.
My view tilted to the right, and I realized that I was moving. The peachy hands still protected me, a futile attempt to put protection between me and my attackers. Letting the vigilant me take control, I wondered if she should have a name. I thought back through all of the conversations I had had with her. Every single time it was like a conscience telling you something was wrong. She was protecting me, helping me in my quest to find my identity.
Did she know? Did she know who I was, and where I came from? It sure seemed like it, all the time she was talking to me, it was like she was hiding something… keeping a secret. That secret, who I was, and what I was doing. She knew. I knew that now. I knew that she knew. It sounded like a children’s game. See how many times you can say that word in a sentence. Keep it going, and try to tie it up in the end, so it makes sense. Childs play, that’s what you’d call it. This whole situation seemed like child’s play.
I, she, we took a glance up to the sky. It was darkening now, and thick rolls of clouds fought their way across the sky. Seconds later, when we were pre-occupied by our incoming attackers, the first drop of rain splattered into our face. We looked at the middle person. He was just an ordinary worker, going through his day to day life. And then in comes the “ordinary” teenage girl. She stumbles through the staff lounge, and suddenly everyone feels compelled to stop her. I could read it in his eyes; he didn’t want to do this. I supposed that he was just fighting because of the man… Henry. He was the one that I had to stop. He didn’t look like he was on my side, even though my untitled friend knew him. A quick glance around the rest of the crowd, excluding Henry, and I saw that no-one really wanted to be here. They must be following along, like lemmings off a cliff. The only person that did want to get me looked awfully official. Government official that was, so it seemed that it was in their nations interest to help him out.
He lunged.
My concentration was lacking at the moment, reason being that my currently silent friend was in charge. Time slowed down at that moment, from when his fist clenched tight, until the first fist to face connection was made. In that minuscule time that I was preparing for onslaught, I was waiting for my vigilant passenger to take control. I counted down the milliseconds in sets of ten, waiting, and expecting. 10… 20… 30… why was evasive action being left until the last moment? I soon found out the answer: It wasn’t. There was plenty of time to dodge, and then pack a punch in the milliseconds that I was waiting, but for some reason she didn’t respond. Was she thinking about the others, like me?
I spat out blood as the fist contacted with me cheek. Somehow, the blow bought me to the ground.
Once all of my weight was on my hands, I felt my legs twist through the air and contact with something hard. This action wasn’t involuntary, more instinctive. I could tell that my unnamed friend had left me alone to fight the battle, but somehow I knew how to fight, hence the automatic grappling of my legs to henry's knees. As I felt the sudden stop, I found that they were roots into the ground, those legs, despite my attempts to sweep Henry off his feet, they remained planted into the concrete alleyway paving like a tree would in a forest; completely unmovable.
I should have bought a jackhammer from the construction site. A rouge thought forced its way through my head. In a time like this there was no time to joke around. As my legs hit the concrete hard, I had little time to think up another plan.
I had just enough time to get on my feet. I stood there, ignoring the workers, who were standing there, looking unsure of themselves. One actually started to inch towards the door, intending to hide from the rain.
It was getting harder now, almost like a flash flood, it was a rapid storm, obstructing my view, just enough that I could only make out moving objects through the haze. All color had left the world, and I shivered as I shot my hands out in front of me. Vaguely aware of the goose bumps on my arms, I fought desperately for Henry's face, lunging forward, and he did the same to me. We met in a vice grip, much like a fight between schoolboys, clutching at each other, neither willing to let go. It was immediately evident that he would win; his grasp much stronger and fiercer than mine.
Despite my best efforts, Fear ran through me as I realized that I was no longer touching ground. Was this it? If I took another blow to the earth, my malnourished body would surely succumb to the stress and the lights would go out.
People say that your life flashes before your eyes when you’re about to die. I had no life to reminisce in, so I couldn’t be certain if these were my final moments. My heart skipped a beat as I reached the apex of the arc, and then plummeted when the dreaded feeling of free falling took over. His hands were still tight, using his muscular build to throw me to the ground as hard as he could. Five faces stuck out, all looking on in horror, crystal clear through the rain the stung my eyes. Some were trying to forget the scene that had just unraveled in front of them, while others were silently egging Henry on. I could almost read their minds by what expressions I saw that moment. The one on the far left was reciting the events, re-editing them until they sounded perfect for tomorrow’s newspaper. While next to him, there was a scrawny looking female, clinging to his arm. She was trying to tear herself away, through the door and back to everyday life, but she couldn’t. It was impossible to forget something like this. Just before I hit the ground, a thought flashed through my mind.
None of them would know. None would remember the events that happened today.
By tomorrow, this would all be a bad dream that was like a whisper in the breeze.
That was who I was up against; that’s why Henry didn’t bother calling for help, or producing Id.
I was up against the government; the secret service and all that is clandestine. I could never win.
With the bone crunching sound of limbs hitting concrete, I fell into a deep, dark sleep.
I could never have won. What was I thinking?
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Sorry if I forgot to put anything in italics, I had a lot to do in this chapter!
I really need help with this chapter, all and any comments appreciated, and yes, it is very short. I apologize for that too!
it sure as hell wasn't a voice speaking out loud, earlier. So.. to the reader there isn't such a difference between this and the way it was before. Your MC's surprise seems a bit too much.
It would be a disgrace to my name!
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