The Orion: Rise- Part 6!!!

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“Look mate, you’re going to have stop babbling Latin if you want us to understand you!:” Gary was standing above me, with a wet cloth in his hand.

“Lupus interitus temptabant interficere.” I mumbled.

 “I need to understand you if I’m going to understand what happened.” He grunted. He wiped the cloth against my forehead. I manage to make a few words in English.

“Something attacked me?” I muttered. Gary stared at me,

“That beast was a Werewolf mate. It seems he got you across the arm.” He stared at the cut. “Please do not tell me that this was a bite and not a cut.” He looks at me for an explanation.

“Bestia perditionis- tried to kill me!” I grumbled, switching between Latin and English. Gary stared at me. “No, the thing cut me, it didn’t bite me.” Gary sighed.

“Ok, that is one worry down. Do you have any idea what would've happened if  it had of bitten you?” he stared at me. The sunlight shining through the gaping window all of a sudden seems harsh.

“Look, I know what would've happened if I had of been bitten, ok? But I didn’t. I survived the attack somehow.” Gary stared at me.

“No man has ever survived an attack from a werewolf, without being bitten or scratched. You were scratched but you somehow survived the bite.” He grunted. “Lucky bastard.” He sticks a pin into my arm, then quickly withdraws, only to sniff the pin.

“Ouch!” I exclaim. He sniffs the blood on the pin then licks it, tasting it. He thinks for a second then turns back to me.

“You will be fine. With maybe a few hours sleep, and having your arm bandaged up you will come through without a scratch. “ He smiles to himself. “Do you know how I came to know what the beast was?” I stare at him, willing him to stop mentally. He seems to get the picture. “Never mind that, but once you had passed out, the beast kept on trying to reform, take shape again. I had to scatter the remains with silver powder just to make sure it doesn’t come back.” He sighs in anticipation. “Well, I better be off now, I  have better things to do than care for kids.” And like that he ran off, leaving me staring into the distance, sitting on my bed.

I walked down the corridor, averting my eyes from any passing people. Ever since the attack last night I couldn’t bring myself to talk to anyone, let alone look at him or her. I had had many visitors this morning, all of them giving me gifts and sharing pitiful glances at me. Personally I found it disturbing. They seemed to be looking at me, like I was some freak or beast myself. Maybe they thought I had been bitten. I really didn’t think I was up to living in this house. I looked around; Gary wasn’t in sight. If I could just get out of this house; this freaking horror, I might be able regain my senses. I swing through the nearest window and land outside onto the soft grass. The bright moon shines down onto my pale face, making me light up like a candle. Not a good night to escape. I swiftly run out to the front gate, the wind howling through the trees. The gate looms above me, staring down at me like deaths judges. So far I had managed to escape the manor, but I still had to get out of the garden. The gate was to high to clime; let alone slimy. The trees were fairly low, meaning I could easily get out, as long as I got over the barbed wire. The barbed wire ran along the top of the wall, which circled the whole manor. The barbed wire was obviously to keep people out, not to keep people in. I jump up into one of the nearest trees, swiftly swing up through the branches. Balancing myself on a close branch, steering myself towards the other side of the wall, I brace myself and jump off the tree. For a few seconds I feel weightless, than I topple and roll, coming to a stop next to the wall. I brush myself off, checking for any broken bones. Luckily there wasn’t, only a few scratches and my old scars. Suddenly I remember another thought from my old life. I get a picture of a windy field, brushing my hair around, the sun cracking my skin. The memory starts to fade, but before it does, I scribble the memory down onto my leg, making sure that I never forget it. I glance back at the massive house. The wind howls in protest, as it has to travel around the obstacle, and through. Suddenly something catches my eye. There is someone watching me from a window. I crouch and look back up at the window. There is nothing there. I shake my head, thinking that it wasn’t real. I look back up the road. A bright light shines in the distance, obviously the portal. That was where I needed to go. I needed to get back to the village. And so I started running up the road, towards the portal, where I start my journey.

I fall to the ground, grunting as I fall back through the portal. Like before, the journey made my stomach turn inside out and upside down. It was not a pleasant experience. I jump up and brush myself down. I see the village lights in the distance. If I could get there, I would be able to start thinking. I step forward, my foot crunching on the soft grass. The sudden noise surprises me, and I freeze. Realising that it was nothing, I briskly start walking again, through the wooded plain. There were no monsters, no attackers anywhere. Walking through that plain, I could almost think that yesterday had been a dream. It was nice then, back like old times, when I used to stay in the fields. I realised that scrawling that note onto my leg had been a good idea. I now clearly remembered that memory, as good as new. Well, it was new. My thinking takes the better of me, and I stumble over into the village light. There is no one around me, but I knew there would be someone going around the village. I quickly rush out of the light into one of the dark shadows coming down from one of the buildings next to me. I knew that if I were to wake someone up, I would be caught straight away. I quickly slide past an unusual building, with toucans and birds everywhere. Before rushing off again I have a quick look at one of the chairs on the outside porch. There is a toucan for an armrest, a toucan for pillows, god, what do I say next? I perch myself on top of one of one the nearest chairs and examine the toucans. In about 5 minutes I count around 156 toucans lying around. I would of counted more, but just then a woman came out, carrying a toucan. I jump off the chair on sprint away, just missing the woman’s eye. I come up to a huge building. It is large in ways of no other, like a lion or elephant. I gawp at it. Rising above me, it looks like it is bellowing down at me, daring me to challenge it. Then I snap back to life. I’ve got to find the town centre. I rush back behind the building to be greeted by a lighted park. Fountains spouted everywhere, from the middle of the park to the outside.

“Perfect.” I whisper. There is no one around, and a giant flat area for me to wonder around. I sprint out onto the area, tearing off my light shoes and falling to the ground. I lie there, breathing hard, taking everything in. The light burns my eyes, but I don’t mind, I’m free. I am thinking about this for a moment, before someone walks up to me and looms above me.

“Your games up, sonny.”

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By the way, the picture is from the old The Orion: Rise game.