Dizziness set in as he felt his stomach lurch.
Matty grabbed the railing at the top porch step, but lost his footing. Sickening sweet as the smell of fresh vomit after a heavy infusion of rum and pineapple juice, a pasty toxin painted his throat and waxed his tongue as he stumbled to the earth and fell — yet continued to crawl to the lake.
The call was mesmerizing from deep within his soul. The need, the overwhelming quickening to become one: The calling— ? The intoxication— ? The Nightmare? But the mental blindness thickened.
Struggling down the grassy hillside Matty neared the destination. The aurora burned at his retinas and radiated his strong cheekbones and nose as his natural sensitivities were trying to warn the brain to stop, but the young man was deaf to normal impulses.
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Part 16 - Whispers
The voice seemed distant, yet commanding.
“Matty — it’s time.”
The young man raised his eyes slowly. It’s so bright. Blinded within the void, his sensations were numb. He could not see his arms, yet they were the only thing he could still feel, — crossed on his chest but lifeless.
“I need you to come with me.”
The voice sounded closer.
“Who are you?”
“I am Gabriel. —— Remember —? I’ve been here for you.”
The facial image broke through the haze: the strong masculine feature with a faint smile floating amid the void. Mathew could not place any memory.
Am I dead?
“Come with me Matty.”
Mathew heard a ruffle, — a breeze on his cheek but the muffled sound was out of place, — incoherent with the white emptiness of the void. The young man turned away from the apparition, — scanning his surroundings, “It’s so bright.”
“That will pass.”
The voice was reassuring, but anxiety surged within the young man’s chest, — choking forth fear. “I’m not ready.——Ma’ma?” His cry was broken and lost. “Ma’ma,—— please?”
The facial mirage moved closer as a shape took form to the left of the strange image. A wing?
“It’s time,” a second voice whispered from deeper within the empty.
Matty felt a tug on his arm and then again — slipped into unconsciousness.