Psyche

Chapter Three

Why was I in the woods? Let's just say I did not want to face my parents. I was sure my brother was home telling them about how I got detention, of course he would leave out his suggestions to me. I just wanted to get away for an hour or two. But then I saw that asshole out here with both a weapon and a secret and I just had to pry.

I knew I got him off guard and I found it hilarious that the mysterious and badass 'prince of darkness' was not so invincible. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked him rather loudly.

Wide-eyed, he replied after a long silence, "LARP."                   

I raised an eyebrow, asking myself, "What the fuck?"

"Yes," he chose to go along with his story. "I am a part of the LARP club at high school. It's my life."

"I don't believe you," I replied flatly. "And if LARP is your life than you have no life."

"Honest, I love LARP. It stands for Live Action Role Playing. I am one of the best LARPers our school has ever seen."

"You just transferred! Today is your first day at this school. How the hell are you the greatest? And that weapon of yours looks a little authentic, if you ask me."

"Well, what do you think the story is?"

"I don't know. But you're not a LARPer. I'd believe you were some sort of demon before LARP, trust me." By now, I was smiling. 

He toughened up. "What the fuck are you doing here anyway?"

I hesitated and pursed my lips. "I'm having a bad day," I admitted. But who could not see that?

He laughed. It was better than pitying me, because I knew he wouldn't have meant it. "I guess I could say I'm having a bad day, too. My boss is being a real dick."

"You got a job?" I asked suspiciously. "And who's boss isn't like that?"

"True, true," he replied. He thought a moment. "Well, I guess I'd better get going."

"To see your boss?" I joked.

"Actually yes," he says casually. "Sweet dreams!"

I narrowed my eyes at him in annoyance before I backed away, and spun around, sprinting into the woods, towards my house. Panic engulfed me.

He's not human! He knows things no human could ever know about me!

I arrived in my backyard. I went in through the back door, avoiding my parents. I did my homework, had dinner, went for a run, and took a shower. I sat down to watch some TV in my room.  I was usually pretty good at uncovering the murderer on my shows but tonight, I struggled. His face, his words, they were setting fire to my mind. I could not forget him, even just for a little while.

At 10:00 at night, I turned off the TV and hit the light switch. "What a day," I whispered to myself as I fell underneath the covers. I knew that he would trespass into my dreams.

All I had to do is dream about someone to know what they were thinking, what they were hoping for, how they were feeling, I knew all of it. It was a gift that no one else had or knew about. But when he came and I looked at him, nothing, absolutely nothing. I woke up at four in the morning, unable to figure out what had just happened. It was as if he was reading me instead of the other way around. What was it about him? He's not human! He knows things no human could ever know about me! 

What was he?