I don't feel like continuing teh french numbers....so I'll just call this one FOUR"And the life that makes us what we are,
Is the life that burns in every star.
Will it be that our legacy is just the
Dead machines of a senseless World?"
~The Morrighan - RememberI woke up and was quite energetic after that. Even though my energy was present, I still felt terrible of what I have done. Occationally I would shed a tear or two, but I was getting over things pretty quickly. Life goes on. I have had to deal with much worse in the past.
The plane had stopped at an airport in Norwich about 150 kilometers from London. Being a VIP on the plane, I recieved train tickets (although they weren't 1st class). My mom's job was in Leeds, I was lucky that the train goes city to city before going all the way to Leeds. The flight attendants made sure that I got off the plane safely. They probably though I was crazy.
The train station wasn't hard to find since it was just a 2 minute bus ride from the airport. The train ride was to be about 2 hours. When I went to the bank earlier to get my passport I took out about 600 pounds and a couple hundred dollars. If I were to get mugged I would be screwed.
As I got on the train I realized how I didn't plan this whole idea out at all. I was just a ******** runaway. The only thing I had with my was the clothes I was wearing, money, and a small backpack I usually take to work with useless objects like my dead cell, a pen, and random papers. I kept thinking,
What will I do after I get to London? What will happen next? Eventually my thoughts wandered away.
I sat down on a random seat looking out the window. The train was kinda set out like an airplane (but not like harry potter style trains) unlike a typical subway train in NYC. I noticed that almost everyone on that train stared at me as if I was an alien. Or as if I was drenched in blood after commiting a terrible murder. When I turned in their direction they glanced away. There was this one guy a couple seats across from me who kept his glare towards me. It wasn't a direct glare, because he was kinda reading a book at the same time.
This little girl, about the age of 5, and her mother sat in the seat infront of me. She had a big purple balloon in her hand. I watched as it was swinging into my seat, but I didn't mind. Instantly the balloon popped, and the girl started to cry. I saw a black smoke come out from the balloon. It was building up at a pretty fast rate. Somehow, I wasn't startled by it strangely enough, no one else seemed to notice it. Eventually, a random human sized figure appeared from the smoke. It was a guy in all black, he had a leather jacket like a biker, leather gloves, and wicked sideburns. Then I realized..
wicked sideburns. I saw this guy somewhere before. ********, he was the new guy from work. I opened my mouth to say something but he interrupted.
"Promise to not say a word as I give you the explanation in which I owe you. . .If you do speak...." He trailed off and pulled out a knife. The knife was exactly the same from the
terrorist on the plane in my "dream".
I nodded nervously. I hated how no one else on the train could see him.
"If I need a reply from you simply shake your head and nod....Anyways, moving on. Where to start..? Well lets see, I know that we are both going through hell right now and we have both screwed over each others lives and....I'm not making sense am I..." He instantly spread his wings on his back. The train was barely big enough to let them spread them fully. The color was a clearish shinyish whitish. I just stood there sitting very still while listening.
"To get to the point, I'm a guardian angel. But something has gone terribly wrong...to the both of us." he said. "Oh by the way, the name's Mike."
"How the ******** are you a damn angel when you tried to kill me!" I yelled.
Everyone glanced in my direction again while telling me to shut up. Strangely, the other guy a couple seats across from me was reading his book as if nothing happened.
"My gosh, there are children in here!" the women in front of me said.
"As I said before, please keep quiet. I have no time to explain now, they are getting closer. There is a war that is about to take place. If you need further instructions go to this club. It's in London and only a 20 min walk from the train station." He handed me a slip of paper. I wondered how he knew I was going to London. But then again, he seems to be stalking me for a while. He knew that I wasn't going to follow his directions. "If you don't go,
they will kill you."
I glanced at the paper. It had strange directions to the club which involves going through several alleys. I looked back at Mike, but he was gone.
"So much for that..." I said to myself.
"You can say that again!" the woman in front of me replied rudely.
I though about this for a while. One of the minor reasons for running away was because I wanted adventure, but I didn't think it would sum up to these extreme measures. I always wanted to go to a club in the UK....but this one didn't look to promising. The hell with it. I wanted to take chances, I made it this far, I'll go to this club. It was either that or being killed by whoever Mike was talking about. I still didn't trust Mike at all, I kept thinking he was behind what happened at the party for some strange reason.
"Get down and close your eyes whatever you do don't open them!" the guy with the book yelled to me.
"Wha-" I said as I looked behind me. There was these worm like, jellyfish like, animal like, watery like, tube like, things. I tried to make out what they were but their form was indescribable. I also noticed that no one else on the train noticed them except for that other random guy. Yep, this is a dream alright.
They had a color which I have never seen before. Kinda spectrumy, but gray at the same time. The color reminded me of though glowing rainbow jellyfish deep in the ocean. All of a sudden, someone covered my eyes.
"I see you don't get the concept to close your eyes." a voice said.
I was going to say something but a terrible screeching noice was heard. It was unbearable. Strangely, the noise was followed by laughter, wind breezing, music, and many other sounds. After 20 seconds it all stopped.
I opened my eyes. The train was normal, everyone was normal. The woman and her child were sitting quietly as if nothing happened. The guy with the book was sitting next to me.
"What the hell was that?" I asked cautiously.
"Those were artifically man made living wormholes. Not my favorite thing in the world." he said.
"I see....." I honestly had no clue what he was talking about. I was still confused about Mike.
"Your guardian angel, the one that you saw earlier....yes I saw him. You should follow his directions to the club. That's the only save place for when the war starts. In fact, that's where I'm heading right now." he replied.
"Oh umm....he's not my guardian angel...If he was he's the worst one I have ever seen." I said coldly.
"So I bet you have known a couple angels in your lifetime.....your pretty lucky to see at least one."
"Well....I....uhh......Who are you again?" I said nervously. I looked out the window and noticed that the train had stopped. We were in London.
"How rude of me! My name's Shakespeare. And you are?"
"I'm Sarah" I said as I followed him off the train.
((XAVIER de ROSNAY of Justice (aka. chinese boy) is Mike!!
pic of mike 1pic of mike 2 (leather jacket guy) pic 3guy to teh right))
