FLAMES

PART THREE, READ

PART'S ONE & TWO

FIRST!

But for some reason, I couldn’t feel it. I didn’t feel the pain, and I couldn’t see scarlet red blood ooze from any of my ‘battle wounds’, because his efforts were pointless. “who...are...you..?” he panted through slow, tired, short, laboured breaths. It occurred to me, that he was probably as petrified as me at this point, and he too, probably had no idea what was going on. “I’m.. I’m Amber... Amber Wilson..”
“And that’s not your alias?” He questioned. What kind of a question was that? Why the hell would I need an alias? I knew that for any reason, I would certainly never, ever, need an alias.
“Hah! I’m pretty certain that it’s not! Why would I need one? You being here, you trying to brutally murder me, doesn’t seem logical” I didn’t feel like I was in the right circumstances to laugh at all, especially not at my near death experience, or murder, or assassination, whatever I should call it. “Surely you’re the one here that needs an alias?”
He laughed with me, it was a nervous giggle, as he outstretched his arm to pull me off the ground. I stared at it cautiously for a few seconds, what the hell was going on? He seemed dubious enough, but at the same time he had a strange cat-like look about him, he seemed like he was ready to pounce –always ready for the right opportunity- he seemed so aware of everything, and yet he was obviously in the same situation as me. He pulled me off the floor anyway.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered through tight lips.
“it’s fine” I replied. The atmosphere had changed entirely. I no longer felt like making a stupid joke about him trying to kill me, I felt so tense, so cautious, so... unaware. “so, what’s your name anyway?” I      page six.
paused. “Your real name... and I also want to know you alias, because you obviously have one”, I gave him a playful shove in the back with my elbow.
“So, my real name is Jasper Light, and my alias is Sam Smith.”
“Smith? It’s a little obvious if you ask me!” I giggled a little “why do you need an alias anyway? Are the police after you or something?”
“what? I don’t understand... well, I need an alias for the same reason that any of us need an alias!”
I was still clueless, but from the way he spoke the word ‘us’ with such compassion, there was something special about him, and whoever else was involved in this ‘us’ scheme.
For a few seconds I got to concentrate on our surroundings. Wherever I was, it wasn’t familiar, and I had no idea whatsoever on how I was going to somehow get myself home. It was almost an ‘Alice in wonderland’ style world. Everything seemed a little kooky and out of place. We were stood on open fields –so open, but wherever we walked, there was no escape- on the floor all I could see was endless toadstools –sort of fairytale style toadstools- and in the distance I could spot forests, tall pine trees, willow trees, oak trees, all red, green, orange, and was that...blue?
“what is this place anyway?”
The world reeled and span around me, my vision blurred. I could hear Jasper talking to me, but his voice was unclear, nothing but a small murmur of what sounded like... panic? Fear?
                              I realised what had happened..
I had just woken up.

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