I frowned and rubbed a hand across my cold face as I woke up for the second time that day. I felt as if someone was pressing my head down against cold wet grass due to a pulsing headache, my body screaming in lack of any will to move. It did not take me long to grasp the fact that I had the ale from Rob and Fenrirs little drinking party yesterday to blame for this awful way to greet the morning sun, which now burned in my sore tired eyes. Even as they were only partly open as I peered up into the blue blurry sky. I was clearly no longer intoxicated, but had passed into the state known a “hung over”…
“So thats what it feels like… No wonder people are slow the morning after… It feels awful.” I concluded as I felt a burning sensation in my throat. Causing me to turn to the side in order to not choke.
Goosebumps traced my arms. I moaned and pulled my legs up for warmth, but as I stopped my complains, the sound still lingered. Slowly growing in intensity, separable by the ever fading whistling sound in my ears.
With great effort, I managed to get up into a sitting position, still feeling my sore eyes unwilling to open up fully. But the sounds around me became all to alarming for me to simply ignore. In my confused state, I could no longer give in to the weight which wanted me to lay back down again, as a heart piercing scream could be heard amongst a rumbling growls, originating from something much higher, something that was moving around in an alarmingly unpredictable way in my area. Causing the ground to move as it did, It was hard to place the exact location. It seemed to come from every direction.
My pulse was rapidly increasing, and I cried out as I tried to look up through the damp bangs. I could only identify my own tears from the dew by their warmth as my eyes met with Rob's, terrified eyes, submerged by a large shadow. He reached out for me, sprinting and tripping on all fours as he tried to save himself. Large fingers clawed flumes into the ground as they dug their way down and around his crawling, trembling body. Rob reached out but could not get any further. His breath suddenly being taken by the ever growing force which the large hand presented around his chest as the hand closed his on him. Fingers soon digging deep into his ribcage and forcing his air to escape in a horrifyingly helpless whimper. A sound that no one ever could imagine a human being being able to form.
Only a second passed until Rob was gone. Enveloped by a tightly formed fist, lifted high up in the air. My eyes followed the movement, only briefly alarmed by the sudden impact of jet another gigantic hand right next to me.
As the fist somewhere up there came to a halt, it unfolded, maneuvering Robs seemingly inferior body so that he was hanging by the legs in a disrespectfully loose grip, hysterically swinging his arms back and forth in pure panic and lack of support. Even so, not a single word could be heard from him, not a single sound. It seemed as if he was still short on air, and all too dazed by the rough handling at the moment for being able to plead for what seemed to be his own life.
I saw him getting up even higher in the air as he hung by his legs, now hoisted up over a widely open maw. Large k9 teeth being clearly visible as from some sort of carnivorous animal, growling from its chest and up in between its teeth in a way which from the creature's point of view could only be described as pleasurous. Whatever was at stake, the upper hand surely was radiating out of the joy which it seemed to obtain out of this sadistic act. It wanted this. It wanted him dead.
I reached up and, as if it would change anything, screamed my lungs out as I finally understood what was at stake. A huge mistake was to be done. A horrifyingly huge mistake, by the creature I had just recently swore to never fear again. If he was still in there, which I truly needed him to be, I hoped for all my heart that he would hear me. For whatever reason Williams mind had gone blank, what was about to happen could never be reversed.
An angry roar filled the air, and I instantly got up too my feet and began screaming his name, with my hoarse yet surprisingly loud voice. Again and again, I screamed his name, until my weak, shaken legs made me fall back again onto my knees. Dropping my arms in resignation.
“Don't… please, just don't… please William. Don't…” I heard myself whimper. Trembling like a leaf as I did not dare to look up. I could not watch this. I would never be able to forget the sight which would soon be carved into my memories. Instead, my eyes got fixed at the large hand which sharp nails, forced their way down into the dirt, were having every fibre visible due to the tense muscles beneath the rough skin. The nails were almost comparable with claws from some animal, which felt even more alarming as I could not recall anything of its like than the William I had seen up until now. The kind and loveable William which in his own way always seemed to bring joy to me, was it really him?
My whimpers were soon enough the only sound I could register.
Everything around me seemed to fade away at the moment, but it was not due to loss of awareness from my side. I was done with missing out on things at this point. All the screaming, all the rumbling horrifyingly loud roars had suddenly died out. But as they did, my state got even worse. The fact that I could no longer hear screams, however much the voice of a dying human being ripped one's soul apart, the sound of the complete silence that followed was even worse.
The sound of silence. The true heartbreaker in this situation.
My breaths grew more rapidly as they picked up speed, as adrenaline pulsed within my veins in an alarming concentration. What had he done? Why? Why did this happen?
“Just WHY THE HELL DID YOU EAT HIM!?!” I heard myself scream. “HE WAS MY FRIEND! A FRIEND WILLIAM!” I coughed and then grew silent yet again, giving in to my tears that now streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably.
“Micah…” I heard him say, almost as with a whisper. “Micah… I... “
He sounded awfully much like the William I knew, speaking my name with a soft voice which usually gave me shivers of excitement. But now, it sent a rush of iciness crawling upon my back. The voice from a person which at the moment felt further away than ever before.
A small thud suddenly got my attention. The limp body of a friend I once knew was carefully disposed down onto the uncut grass. The man looked at me, like some surrendered fawn which did not dare to move. He was alive. He breathed.
Williams hand placed him down into the grass in a swift, caring motion, by his standards, but let his hand linger in the air next to him. Seemingly unsure of what to do next.
Robs breathing was even and for most of it, he seemed to be as okey as one could be after barely escaping death. Still intact and aware it seemed, but totally fixed in his chocked state. He did not utter a single word. He just stared at me, and beyond. In fact it seemed as he did not focus on anything at all as I eventually realised that his eyes did not follow mine.
I sat there, focusing on the gigantic hand before me and honestly, I did not know what to make out of it. Was I expected to say something? Answer him? Clearly Rob was still alive, but his actions did not make any sense to me at the moment.
It took a moment to put the pieces together, and when I finally had thought through the situation, it actually did not seem as far fetched as earlier. William had lost me to strangers. He wanted me back. I was probably motionless as he found me, and then who were to blame? Well Rob perhaps, or Fenrir. But I did not see Fenrir at the moment, causing my heart to race again. But as I pushed the thought away, it was still troublesome to my mind to puzzle together why he had gone far enough to be ready to kill Rob. But then again I did not know what had happened. Up until now, Williams experience with humans had not been much to brag about, I of all people knew. So maybe this was as expected after all. I had not known him long enough to draw any clear conclusions on why certain things happened the way they did. But in the back of my mind I heard my own voice tell me to stop crawling in deeper into my mental state of trying to settle on why. Whether or not other humans had to fear William, I knew those rules did not apply to me. I knew that.
I let my eyes wander up to its source after a few sniffles. Slowly but surely my eyes were getting closer to his and I must tell you, few times could I recall of ever feeling as tiny and inferior as I did just at that moment. But at the same time, my chest pulsed with something entirely different. I knew this creature. I knew William, only I. And only I could make him drop something which seemed to be so deeply routed into his mind as the past action seemed to be. Me, a scrawny young adult with nothing to offer, had this creature almost as wrapped around my little finger.
It was hard to clearly understand how high up his face was, distance wise. But I met with his chin when I was almost looking straight up above me. He hung over my position and shielding off my surroundings.
As if drawn in by chere force, my eyes locked with his. Those sky blue wonderfull eyes of his, which irises gradually seemed to regain their round and friendly shape the deeper within them I looked. The more fixed our eyes became I knew that I had nothing to fear. He had nothing to fear, and suddenly I felt a wave of guilt bursting within. He was no monster, he never had been. But as clumsy as I was, he had been scared and forced into unknown territories in which he did not belong.
My cheeks burned, and I reached up towards him. I wanted so badly for him to hold me. I wanted him to calm down and beg him of forgiveness for being such a bad friend to him in this horrifyingly unwelcoming world. He had no one but me, but even as I had few things to offer, the only thing he needed was me being me. I knew that. He would never demand any more of me than… Well… me.
I heard myself speak his name, and could shortly after feel his large warm hands wrapped around me. Slowly and carefully bringing me up to those beautiful eyes, which traced me all over as he folded his hands so that he eventually could wipe away some of my tears with the back of his finger.
“Micha… I…” He whispered with a sad voice, looking down at the frozen form of the human he had just scared close to death. I savored the warmth which his breath and carefully folded hands presented to me, and I reached out to lay my hand against the side of his nose, encouraging him to look back up again.
“William. Calm down. I am not angry with you… He is fine. Okey? Focus on me now and calm down…” I said as I tried to encourage him to breathe with me for a moment. It was clear that he regretted his actions as his eyes wandered back and forth in between us. But as time passed he actually seemed to calm down along with myself.
Rob was alive, just terribly chocked. When I eventually noticed that Jeremy was standing in the half open door, eager to run out and check on his nephew, I nodded to him encouragingly as I felt that the danger had finally seesed. William had his eyes closed, and as some gigantic lapdog, he leaned his cheek towards me. Almost as if forcing my hands to reach out and pet the bridge of his nose, calming him down even further.
As I saw Jeremy run out and help his nephew, I came to notice that Williams hands were surprisingly comfortable to sit in. He was by all means still large, but for some strange reason, his hands could now coupled around me more smoothly than last time we had met. His bent fingers held my back up perfectly, which made me notice that I took up almost half of his hands in terms of length. I seemed to be around the size of his ring finger… not to mention the fact that I could reach parts of his face which I had never been able to to reach before. I could change and reach his cheek even as he leaned the other side of his nose against my lap.
I found myself tracing alongside his upper left cheek, reaching up so that I could stroke my fingers up and over his closed calm eyes, dragging my hand over his surprisingly soft eyelashes. Having each of the dark brown lashes fold back into position as my hand continued, as is pulling a finger over a comb. I leaned in, as tightly against him as I possibly could, and let myself rest for what felt like forever.
“William?” I continued in a calm voice and let my hand fall back upon his cheek once more.
He opened his eyes slowly and brought me further away as he could not see me clearly when up too close. Looking at me in wonder as I sat back up without any back support. I then brought by arms out once I had his attention, trying to form my statement in terms of movements.
“...Are you shrinking?” I said as I gradually brought my hands closer together and then gestured against him. “How can that be possible?” I continued and tilted my head as I raised one eyebrow.
“No offence, but I like it better this way. I just do not know how on earth you are pulling this off. I mean, shrinking? People do not shrink.”
“He is not “people”, shouldn't you amongst all of us know?” Jeremy's suddenly answered. From down at the ground, I could once leaned over the edge of Williams warm palm. see him pamper Rob while looking up at us.
“He’s a djinn for what I know. Who knows what he can do.” he continued while I totally lacked of understanding for why he had this information.
“A djinn? Whats a djinn?” I said and looked back up into Williams wondering eyes. Surely he had no idea of what we said. “William? Djinn?” I said and pointed up at him as I asked.
All I got back was his smile for hearing me mention his name, but then a tilted head again with a frown at the other word which followed.
“Djiiiìiìiinn?” I said and let my hand linger, fingers pointed at him.
“...I don’t think he knows what he is. He should only be “William” I think.” Jeremy interfered all of a sudden. “ Or however to say...”
Both William and I looked past the edge of the hand at Jeremy this time, equally puzzled but on different terms. He was positioned just a short distance away from Williams resting knees, as he had brought them together, folded underneath himself.
I was puzzled to say the least, not to the fact that Jeremy was speaking casually to us, but that he seemed to know a lot more than what I had previously thought. “...How can you know all of this?”
“Well… I do not know if it is such a good idea to tell you, but it's you after all.” He said and made a quick gesture up against me. “You met Herence at the diner yesterday, remember? I think you should speak to him, he told me some water you guys were off, and it seems as if he is involved somehow in all of this. He seemed to know what he spoke off.” Jeremy said as he pulled his unwilling nephew up so that his head rested in his uncle's lap. Clearly Jeremy was not as stressed of being down there as Rob was.
I could barely recall the older man. The only one I could clearly remember the face of was his son, Matthew or something. A mean and intimidating teen… To be honest parts of me was eager to know more, but I felt uneased by the part of the man being “involved”... as if any “involvement” with William back in the capital could be related to something good… It just felt fishy somehow.
I did not like the sound of it I concluded, even as I felt eager to know more. Meanwhile my eyes were unfocused in deep thought, I let some thick blond hair flow in between my fingers playfully. Rough jet, but somehow also surprisingly soft strands of hair which seemed to go on like forever.
“I guess that this is what you get for sleeping in the forest…” I said with a faint smile as I removed an entangled twig and held it up as to prove my point.
“... I think you could need a proper bath for once.” I said and looked up at his wondering yet understanding eyes, pulling me in as if seeing the milky way for the first time in my life.