The Other Side

For her, it was the fire.

For him, it was the voices.

Ella and Kade. They thought they were safe. That they were normal. They were totally unaware of one another's presence until fate had to draw them together.

In each other's eyes they are strangers. But in another reality they are more than friends.

It's just too bad they can't remember any of it.

Now they both face an impending doom from group of powerful people trying to kill them. At the same time trying to figure out what got them into this mess in first place.

But the answer may prove to be more terrifying than the question.

Who are they?

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5. Chapter 2 - A Path Into Darkness

‘In Light there is Dark, and in Dark there is Light’

-Kami Garcia

 

 

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ELLA

 

 

I was standing.

 

That was all I knew. I didn’t know if my eyes were open or shut because nothing but darkness surrounded me. I didn’t know where I was; I didn’t know how I got here. All I knew was that my bare feet were planted on something hard, wet and cold.

 

I took a step.

 

An echo sounded. A tunnel, I thought. I stretched out my arms, and just as presumed, the walls of a tunnel brushed my fingertips.

 

SLAP SLAP SLAP. That was all I could hear. The sound of my feet slapping the floor. The air around me was chilly.

 

After what seemed like an hour of walking, I made out a pale glow in the distance.

 

The closer I got, the faster I walked. Soon enough I would be able to see an exit, maybe find someone to take me home.

 

Soon enough, I would be out of this confusing landscape, back with my parents and best friend – Georgia.

 

And then suddenly a lamp was blazing down on me. I looked around to finally grasp the horrifying reality of where I was.

 

Nothing.

 

My eyes widened.

 

I blinked to adjust my eyesight.

 

Still nothing.

 

It was as if the only thing in existence was the light and myself. Everything beyond the pale glow was pitch-blackness.

 

I felt my heart crack open as fear replaced my blood. My body was no longer warm as the realisation slowly dawned upon me. There was no one else, just me...

 

All at once, I felt vulnerable. A recent memory trickled down my mind. A single word.

 

Fire!

 

 

Except for this time, it wasn’t fire that consumed me, it was darkness.

 

All of a sudden I wanted to scream and wail and pray and beg for someone to find me and take me away. Anyone. But just as I opened my mouth, a shadow moved at the corner of my eye. I snapped my head around and jumped at the sight.

 

I had never seen him before in my life.

 

He was standing underneath the lamp as if he had miraculously appeared. He wore a black hoodie, faded jeans and trainers. He looked ordinary, but I knew for sure that he was not here to answer my prayers.

 

I felt hair rising on my neck. An instinct telling me to run. But my feet were rooted to the ground, and all I could do was stare incredulously.

 

His features were like elements carved out of marble: polished green eyes, high cheekbones, and a sharp jaw line, like a statue of the Renaissance. But there was something about him I just couldn’t quite place. He wasn’t normal, and he wasn’t ordinary. I narrowed my gaze at his face and I could see his eyes quivering into some point in the distance, his chest rising and falling in quick motions. I wondered if he could see me. His jaw was clenched, and his hands were balled into fists. Anger. He was encased in fury; it was rushing through his veins.

 

I wanted to run, and I wanted to hide. My muscles tensed, already compressed to spring out and bunny-hop my way out of this place. I was going make a run for it. I was going to run. But then his metallic eyes caught mine.

 

“Ella,” he said coldly.

 

My body stiffened at the sound of my name. How did he know my name? Has he been following me? Was he a stalker? Was he going to kill me? The last thought sent me into a panic. I racked my brain for answers. My skull was going to crack and crumble.

 

His gaze was intense. I could feel him studying every corner of my face, unravelling it layer by layer and digging deep as he peered into my soul.

 

I wanted to scream but my tongue was frozen. Where am I? For the first time, I questioned if this situation was real. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe I would wake up in my own bed. I wanted to believe it wasn’t real. My heart was pacing fast, and I knew it was a matter of time before I broke down.

 

I faced the ground and cowered in terror.

 

“Ella,” he said again. I didn’t look up, I was too afraid to see if he had brought out his knife. My throat was closing up and my breathing shortened. I closed my eyes as I quickly contemplated recent events – a faint memory about a fire, finding myself in a tunnel, meeting this strange guy.

 

Opening my eyes again, I could still see his worn-out trainers. He was still standing. Still in the same place. He wasn’t going to leave until I did something. This was clearly a dream. He would disappear if I wanted him to.

 

“Ella!” he repeated.

 

 I snapped my head up and screamed back, “Go AWAY!”

 

The guy blinked and took a step back.

 

I saw him widen his eyes and study me harder. His eyebrows knit in confusion. His mouth gaped open. Bewildered. Speechless. Then suddenly his expression was no longer fierce. He looked…sad. The glare in his eyes had subsided and was replaced with a mixture of worry, anguish and sadness.

 

He opened his mouth to say something.

 

“Wake up!”

 

 

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