TAL

It, Him, Tal

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The loud breaking-in sounds were still a part of my dream at 12:01 AM, but the angry and heavy footsteps up the staircase were my wakeup call. Too late, I thought to myself as my bedroom door got kicked in. It wasn't even locked, but nonetheless my door was kicked in, destroyed, killed. I never fully appreciated that door, and now it was gone. I couldn't even see who, or what, broke in until it was ontop of me. Rape, murder, these dark thoughts sunk deep down into my consciousness as it's cold, big palm clasped down on my mouth and cheeks. I wasn't even planning on screaming though. Oh no, no, I wasn't even going to move or breathe for that matter. My only plans at that moment were to be so incredibly terrified that right then and there I promised myself that I'd devote my entire existence to this creature, this thing that held my life in it's hands. Whatever it would want me to do, I'd do. I knew I'd feel ashamed of these thoughts later on, but right now it seemed like the most logical reaction to have.

The blood rushed in my ears and I don't think I even had a heart beat anymore, but nothing happened. The creature, or man who was coated in armour, lifted a finger up and kindly signaled me to stay quiet. He... or it, or I don't know. Anyway, he looked like a character from Halo, every part of his body was suited in some high tech gear, or whatever, I don't play video games. The helmet he wore tilted to the side in the silence, listening for something. Great, so there's more where he came from?

The force of his grasp was letting up when a seemingly clear beam shot through Edward Cullen's face and straight through my wall. I've been wanting to get rid of that poster anyway, it was nothing personal, the spark was just not there anymore. The man, who moments ago was probably the monster out of my nightmares, turned into my only hope of staying alive. He muttered something which I concluded was probably a curse word, but I'm not an expert in disgruntled, angry helmet grumbling. He moved off my bed, scooping me up like some empty plastic bag and the next thing I felt were the pieces of glass shards cutting into my leg. He crashed through my window taking me along for the ride. He covered my face and torso which was nice, I guess my legs just weren't that important.

I would've laughed at that ticklish feeling you get from free falling but the pain and terror were taking priority. We landed with a heavy thump, dust and debris from the impact fluttering around Him like weightless butterflies. I could hear the beams being fired again. The sounds imitating Star Wars or Star Trek, and this time I got a glimpse of who were firing them. They looked ...not human. Repulsed by what I saw, I hid my face in the chest of my knight in shining armor. I could hear the beams shooting past us, grazing His armour. They didn't seem to have much effect, which makes sense I suppose. Why would He wear armour that wouldn't protect Him from enemy fire. I'm looking at you storm troopers. His powerful steps dug into the ground as he lunged forward into the dark of night, taking me with him.

I could hear heavy panting seep through his mask and I, doing my part as a good hostage, held on tighter.  His arm pulled me in close as he suddenly jump-leaped... flew? Holy sh*t we were probably 80 feet in the air. Which is, like, 24 meters thank you Mrs. Pierce. Looking at the ground I missed so much, I saw the bad guys and their weirdly long limbs and fingers setting up something. Probably a canon, yeah, that was a big damn canon. The muzzle started lighting up as it locked onto us. I could tell this beam would be bad news. It was their bigger beam, their better beam. The beam they trusted to hit the target. They were very proud of this beam but I hated it.

The sound of a raindrop hitting a pond vibrated through me. Only the raindrop was electric and so was the pond, the sound echoed through the valley and I could see the beam heading straight for us. I told my captor-slash-savior to watch out but I think all he got from it was a loud and panicked screech. I felt an electrical charge. This is going to hurt, oh God. I closed my eyes squeezing unwanted tears out from the corners of my eyes that streamed down my cheeks. The burning feeling began in my toes, then clawed it's way up to my elbows. I felt like I was shaking, was I shaking? No, the world was. The fabric of my, our, reality tore apart and my body split in half.

There was silence and darkness.

Our new reality started to piece itself back together and we hit the ground. Hard.

I think he tried to soften my fall by using his arm as a cushion, but his armour was probably more like a solid rock than a fluffy pillow. My left ribcage convulsed in pain. Grunting, I quickly turned on my back holding onto my side. The heat of the sun was unbearable and I really didn't need that. Wait... Sun? Heat? It was middle of winter not to mention nighttime.

I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the brightness. A vast blue sky looked back at me. I glanced from side to side. This isn't the place we were a few seconds ago, I assured myself. Infact, I don't think it's the same neighborhood. I detected sand beneath me and spotted some palm trees. I didn't dare move, but I decided we were on a beach. The sounds of waves gently undulating really helped slow my heart rate down. I turned my head over at my partner in crime. He was laying on his stomach, not moving. Out cold? Dead? Who knows, but I wasn't about to stick around and find out.

Hushing my pain, I got up and remembered the glass shards in my thighs. It felt like they had been removed and carefully reinserted back into the same openings. I cringed. I walked a couple of feet away from Him, the shoreline just kept curving and the jungle of palm trees and bushes only seemed to get thicker. An island? Hawaii? Hawaiian shave ice is the best. If I could find some that would be... I knew fully well where the angry grumbling sound came from. I glanced back and saw my undead friend shaking his head as sand escaped from his helmet and gear. He started to get up and grumbled something louder, this time I understood. I understood that it was a language I didn't understand. My legs picked up speed, the pain was real but I wouldn't stop for anything. Except the giant wall that came out of nowhere. My face flattened on what I guessed was metal and I fell back onto the sand. Holding my nose I grunted some more and cursed the wall to eternal damnation. His heavy boots stopped at either side of my head and his tall stature blocked the sun from my view. My heart was racing again, but I think I was getting used to it as he crouched down slowly and lifted his wrist so I could see it. He said something in a calm but dangerous tone, and a green light flickered alive on the gear of his wrist. Tiny lasers shot out and formed a screen. Some scribbles showed up on it, but one by one, glitching, they undeniably turned into a sentence I could read. He brought the screen closer to my face and patiently waited for me to read those dreaded words.

"You're coming with me."