Oddly enough his sleep went uninterrupted, well as far as he could remember. When he awoke, Carl felt unusually refreshed. For months he had not felt like this. Even before all these crazy dreams started happening he hadn’t had a good night sleep. The way he felt seemed as unnatural as all the weird stuff. He glanced over at his alarm clock that read 8:30 and lifted himself out of bed. The steaming water from the shower temporarily soothed his troubled mind. His plane would be ready and waiting for him at 13:30. Carl let his mind wander over the short sentences he had seen on the sword, over the words that had been written on those pieces of paper and over his dreams. He felt a total helplessness and a feeling of awe at the same time. Now was the time to be open minded he thought.
He pressed on. Running as fast as his aging legs would carry him. He knew these streets. London. Many times as a youngster he’d walked these very same steps. Now running those same steps he looked around. Needing a place to escape to. A hideout. Rounding the next corner he looked up from the ground and saw his New York office. Side stepping an open manhole he found himself in an alley. Exhaustion started to take over. He half jogged half walked down the alley. Reaching some bins he leaned against the wall. His guess was he was in the middle of the alley. It felt like a movie. The light was going and a slight mist made it impossible to see the whole way. Sliding down the wall he hit the floor. Now sat in the alleyway he wondered what he was running from. Where he was. What was going on. Something suddenly flowed through his mind. A sensation of deja-vu. Had he been here before. Glancing around he tried to pick out things h could remember. Nothing seemed to spring to mind. Then, straining to see the other wall images came flooding back to him. Graffiti. He had been here before. He could feel it. He sensed it even though he couldn’t place the moment. Exhaustion was overcoming him. Darkness narrowed his eyesight. Crawling forward towards the wall he was determined to read what had been written. Slowly. Ever so slowly he covered the few remaining feet. Lying there he looked up. Forcing his eyes to focus he began to read. The first sentence he recognized. He must have seen it the last time he visited this place. Again he scanned the wall. Darkness closed in on him. Quickly he blinked, pushing the darkness away. Looking up he read. This sentence he did not recognize. Slowly he read it again. This time he read aloud so he could hear it for himself. “Darkness. It is all around. Stay close. A time of disaster is here. Listen for the sound. Fight until death.” Puzzled he lay there. Not being able to understand it in full, time drifted by. Finally darkness covered him. His sight went black. He heard nothing. Silence fell over him.
Carl suddenly opened his eyes. Sweat. Streams of it were running down his face. He had woken up. Checking his surroundings he noticed that he was on his plane. His heart slowed down to a normal pace. Catching his breath he heard his pilot announce they were 30 minutes from landing. With last night being so peaceful Carl had hoped that these dreams had finished, obviously he couldn’t have been more wrong. He looked out of the window to see the view he could nearly draw from the amount of times he had seen it. As they landed he could see his car awaiting ready to take him to his mother. He would normally go home and get changed before going to his mother’s house for dinner but he needed to see her straight away. Especially since his dreams hadn’t stopped.
“Tell me all about them.” His mother said as they finished greeting one another. Carl had briefly spoken to his mum about the dreams before boarding his plane. She had wanted to hear more then but Carl decided to wait until they could speak in person. Carl sketched over the dreams and events that had led him back to his mother. She just looked at him. A gleaming smile crossed her face as she continued to look him in the eye. Apparently satisfied that what he was saying were actual facts she disappeared. Before Carl could work out why his mum had suddenly gone she returned with what looked like an old notebook. She sat down on the couch. Her smile seemed to fade and her facial expression became serious. Carl made his way towards the armchair opposite her. She spoke softly. “Please sit down. It is time for you to know.”
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Created on 3-30-07
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