Post by twilight_angel on Apr 23, 2007 15:35:45 GMT -5
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He felt it, the poison, running through his veins. Stumbling he reached the edge of the wood, falling down to the ground and laying there letting everything happen. {{At this rate I won’t last much longer,}} he thought. His head was pounding and every muscle in his body was sore.
With that final thought he fell deep into unconsciousness.
When he awoke again, it was dark, and he was laying on something soft. A whisper of wind blew across his face, but that was all he could tell before his eyes closed and he fell back to sleep, a deep sleep.
Once again he woke but this time because he felt a cool had on his forehead, and he heard voices.
“You have to do it there’s no other way,” said a female voice.
“No. It’s too risky. Think what would happen if it over powered you,” said another voice.
“It won’t, besides if you don’t do it, I will,” replied the first voice.
“A no is a no, I will not let you,” said the second voice. Then footsteps began to recede into the distance.
“Don’t worry I will do I can to rid you of the poison,” said the first voice. Suddenly the cool hand was back on his forehead, the cool touch made everything seem so distant. It was that distance that put him to sleep for the last time.
This time he dreamt. He dreamt of feeling a prick in his arm, then waking up to find a girl lying on the ground next to him. He had leaned down and picked her up. He had checked for her pulse, but it was slow and her breathing was shallow. She was cold and getting colder, so he had wrapped his arms around her to see if it had any effect. It had, she had stopped getting colder. But slowly he had drifted away from the dream into blackness.
Slowly he opened his eyes letting them adjust to the bright light. He tried to sit up and succeeded in having to lie back down. His hand flew straight to his forehead, to try and combat the pain.
“Morning,” said a voice.
It was the girl…but she was fine.
“Morning, Ms….” he started.
“Sephi. You can call me Sephi,” she replied.
“Sephi, I like it and it suits you,” he replied.
“Now that you know my name, what’s yours?”
“My name is Kite.”
“Interesting I’ve heard the name before. But I like it anyway.”
{{Not good they must have put something out…but if they did that then they would expose themselves. I wonder how she could recognize my name,}} thought Kite.
“Anything hurt?” asked Sephi.
“Yes, my head,” replied Kite.
“I’ll see what we can do about that, in a minute,” she replied, “In the meantime how’s your fever?”
“I don’t know,” said Kite.
Sephi walk over to him, and set her hand on his head. “It’s gone, but I can definitely see where your headache is coming from.”
“Where?” asked Kite.
“You not getting enough sleep,” she answered.
“What should I do about that?”
“Get more sleep,” replied Sephi, giggling.
“But sleep is so over rated,” said Kite.
“Yes, that’s true but it’s good for you,” she countered.
“But I want to get up and do something,” whined Kite. Despite the fact he was old enough, not to have to listen to her, he was still whining.
“Well I suppose you could, but as long as your head doesn’t hurt more when you sit up,” Said Sephi, giving in.
He felt it, the poison, running through his veins. Stumbling he reached the edge of the wood, falling down to the ground and laying there letting everything happen. {{At this rate I won’t last much longer,}} he thought. His head was pounding and every muscle in his body was sore.
With that final thought he fell deep into unconsciousness.
When he awoke again, it was dark, and he was laying on something soft. A whisper of wind blew across his face, but that was all he could tell before his eyes closed and he fell back to sleep, a deep sleep.
Once again he woke but this time because he felt a cool had on his forehead, and he heard voices.
“You have to do it there’s no other way,” said a female voice.
“No. It’s too risky. Think what would happen if it over powered you,” said another voice.
“It won’t, besides if you don’t do it, I will,” replied the first voice.
“A no is a no, I will not let you,” said the second voice. Then footsteps began to recede into the distance.
“Don’t worry I will do I can to rid you of the poison,” said the first voice. Suddenly the cool hand was back on his forehead, the cool touch made everything seem so distant. It was that distance that put him to sleep for the last time.
This time he dreamt. He dreamt of feeling a prick in his arm, then waking up to find a girl lying on the ground next to him. He had leaned down and picked her up. He had checked for her pulse, but it was slow and her breathing was shallow. She was cold and getting colder, so he had wrapped his arms around her to see if it had any effect. It had, she had stopped getting colder. But slowly he had drifted away from the dream into blackness.
Slowly he opened his eyes letting them adjust to the bright light. He tried to sit up and succeeded in having to lie back down. His hand flew straight to his forehead, to try and combat the pain.
“Morning,” said a voice.
It was the girl…but she was fine.
“Morning, Ms….” he started.
“Sephi. You can call me Sephi,” she replied.
“Sephi, I like it and it suits you,” he replied.
“Now that you know my name, what’s yours?”
“My name is Kite.”
“Interesting I’ve heard the name before. But I like it anyway.”
{{Not good they must have put something out…but if they did that then they would expose themselves. I wonder how she could recognize my name,}} thought Kite.
“Anything hurt?” asked Sephi.
“Yes, my head,” replied Kite.
“I’ll see what we can do about that, in a minute,” she replied, “In the meantime how’s your fever?”
“I don’t know,” said Kite.
Sephi walk over to him, and set her hand on his head. “It’s gone, but I can definitely see where your headache is coming from.”
“Where?” asked Kite.
“You not getting enough sleep,” she answered.
“What should I do about that?”
“Get more sleep,” replied Sephi, giggling.
“But sleep is so over rated,” said Kite.
“Yes, that’s true but it’s good for you,” she countered.
“But I want to get up and do something,” whined Kite. Despite the fact he was old enough, not to have to listen to her, he was still whining.
“Well I suppose you could, but as long as your head doesn’t hurt more when you sit up,” Said Sephi, giving in.
