“NO!” I screamed, anger, worry, and surprise welled up beneath my skin. I knelt down beside Jake’s side and pulled out my sword. I whispered a healing incantation and moved it across the length of his body.
“Stop, you can’t heal him,” A voice came behind me. I turned on my heels, and raised my sword over my head, tensing to strike.
“GO AWAY!” I cried with every fiber of my being, my voice shook and I stumbled back, falling into the concrete. In an instant, a silhouette loomed up in front of me-it was outlined by the dim moonlight. It touched my elbow and started to help me to my feet. I tried to speak, but my mouth was closed by the jaws of confusion and rage. I couldn’t move my arms and the thing’s touch was hot and uncomfortable, it lifted me in one swift movement and I was back on my feet.
I whispered another healing incantation and started to revive Jake.
“I told you, you can’t heal him,” The voice was male and it came from my side. I looked toward the sound but the light was horrible.
“Please just let me be, he—Jake, Jake was my friend. I need to try.” My voice must’ve been hushed, his face came closer and I had to repeat myself. The moon shifted and light streamed in through the windows. The thing was a teenager. 17, I think, my age. He was tall, at least 6ft. Bronze curls fell across his forehead in long wisps of hair. His complexion was flawless; his nose was straight—not too long and not too short, just right. His mouth was set into a grimace, but… his eyes. They were silver, without pupils, but mostly grave. As if he had seen death before. I looked away.
I ran the length of the sword over the length of Jake’s body, whispering the incantation over and over, trying to make Jake do something. Do anything. Eventually I gave up, I’d been trying for 45 minutes…Jake was dead. I started to rock back and forth, folding slowly into the fetal position, and then the tears came. The boy knelt next to me and started to say something in my ear but I couldn’t hear anything. I didn’t want to. I closed my eyes trying no to think of anything. I hoped that everything would go back to normal, but it wouldn’t and I knew that.
“We need to go,” The boy’s voice broke through my break down. I struggled to sit up, and he had to help me.
“Why-y should I-I listen to you-u? Who-o are you? What-t about J-Jake? Why do we need to leave?” I stammered, hugging myself to keep warm.
He took my arm and started to trace invisible lines through the air, bright green light started to come through his hands, it snaked around my legs and back through his. Soon we would be incased in green mist, and I knew what he was doing. I didn’t want to but once you started to teleport, you couldn’t stop. I told him to stop anyway, but he just shook his head. Green light swirled around us and then the familiar rumble of time splitting sounded through the fog of green light. And then we were gone.
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“My name is Adam,” The boy I saw earlier sat at the end of the bed I was currently occupying, “We’re on Saturn, my home planet.” That’s why his eyes were so…metallic, so cold.
“Well, uh…why am I here?” I asked, tempting to move out of the bed.
“Wait, your being helped back to being normal, you can’t move around to much, or they have to do the surgery all over again.” Hi pushed my shoulder back, softly, and then grimaced-probably waiting for an outburst. It wasn’t allowed to give surgery to people who are already unconscious.
“Surgery? Was there an” I stopped; realization hit me like a train. Jake. Jake was dead. I forced it from my mouth, “attack?” I knew the answer.
He sat up from the bed and started to pace the room, hands running through his bronze curls. “Yeah, we barely made it; you got shot multiple times with a ray gun.” He made a gesture to point out the tubes and casts that ran along my body. “Your friend, Jake, I think it was, well he…he’s dead.”
“I remember now.” I said, I could feel myself clenching my fists into tight knots. I decided I wouldn’t think about it. I couldn’t think about it. “Did anything go wrong with the surgery?”
“No, turns out your really healthy. I mean REALLY healthy. Your body was already fixing internal organs-the ones that can’t be repaired without a trained professional. It was amazing. You would have died on the spot if it weren’t for your body’s capacity to heal. No other organism would’ve been able to do what you did. Our number one doc just had to wire you up and put casts on you.”
“Then I should be fine to move about,” I swung my legs to the side of the bed and attempted to untangle the mess of cords that connected me to machines, “I need to leave. I have to get to the Sun.” I needed to tell the institute about Jake, and I needed to get there fast.
Adam looked uncomfortable. “Don’t-Shouldn’t you…clean up first?” I looked down at myself. I was drenched in blood. I remember I was wearing white before, but now, now it was stained red. A red nightmare. There were multiple holes where the ray gun penetrated the clothes. I shivered and the smell, the smell of blood rushed up my nose: rust and metallic smelling, plus the smell of burnt cloth, a harsh smell that made my spine tingle.
“I suppose so, bathroom?” He pointed a slender finger in the air, a sharp fast movement that pointed towards a door in the corner of the room. I stood (with no wires dangling) and headed to the bathroom.
I asked the computer for a bar of soap and a change of clothes, waiting impatiently for the holographing to begin. After washing up, I looked at the holographed map of the continent I was on. Apparently, it was Cofindootle.
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