Chapter 10 - An Unlikely Hero. Sort Of.A Chapter by emmaA scream tore it’s way out
of my lungs and through my lips. It echoed off the grimy brick walls of the
alleyway. The ghombie tackled me and laughed in my face. It was another girl.
She had a greenish liquid on her blue cheeks, and she smelled so bad I wanted
to puke. Her teeth were a sickly green and her breath was wretched. Her red eyes glared into
mine longingly, like she couldn’t wait to steal every aspect of myself away
from me. And that’s when she embedded her teeth in my neck, despite my
desperate thrashing and screaming. Unlike the last girl I’d dealt with, she
wasted no time and gulped a swallow of blood greedily. Agony sizzled through my
whole body. My toes, my fingers, my veins, everywhere. I felt my world start to
drain away and again was transported to the white world. I looked down sadly at
my hands and watched as they transformed from a tanned colour to white. The ghombie was there, in
all her sick glory. Even in the white world she emanated a sort of dark vibe. “Please, let me go,” I
whispered to her, not wanting to let her hear my tears. She seemed to ponder my beg.
“Uh, no.” She grabbed my hand and
clutched it tight. “You feel so alive. Even here.” And then everything
vanished. I heard his voice first. “Andrea! Oh my God, Andrea!” It was Nate’s voice. My eyes shot open and I saw him running over to my unconscious
body with the ghombie inhabiting it. I hopped up and hid behind an icky garbage
can that smelled like feces and rotting food. I watched as Nate touched my face
gently, saying my name over and over again until, finally, my eyes opened. “Are you okay?” Nate asked in a hushed voice, as if he were
scared to speak too loud. The ghombie said nothing. She started stroking Nate’s cheek
softly and they seemed to share a real moment. The weird part was that Nate
thought he and I were
having a moment. I shuddered. And then the ghombie started leaning towards
Nate, puckering her/my lips . . . Oh no. Without thinking, I leapt out and rushed at Nate and the
ghombie. I tackled the ghombie just seconds before their lips connected. In the
tumble, my lips landed on the ghombies wrist. Something bumped me from behind,
and I snapped my mouth closed on impact. The ghombies fangs slid into my wrist
and a drop of blood touched my/the ghombies tongue. An awful yanking gripped my chest. Every second the world lost
more and more colour, until everything was black. I looked up into Nate’s
scared gray eyes. I recoiled, startled, and he let out a shaky breath. “Holy crap, are you okay?
Someone just came out of nowhere and attacked you!” I gasped half-heartedly. I
glanced around frantically for the ghombie, but she was nowhere. “Where’d they go?” I asked
Nate, who I just noticed was leaning over me and was very close. I tried to
will myself to move away, but I couldn’t. “I don’t know. I was too
busy seeing if you were okay to see where they went.” “Oh.” I looked away, not
wanting to look at Nate for some reason. “Where’s your posse?” “Oh, they went the other way
when I followed you down here. It was kind of your lucky break, because no one
would’ve saved you if it weren’t for me.” Oh, great, did he think he
was my hero or something? Just as I opened my mouth to tell him off, something
registered in my mind . . . He’d seen the ghombie. But
ghombies were invisible to mortals. Could he . . . could he be a ghombie
whisperer? He couldn’t. That was
preposterous. He just . . . couldn’t. I shook the thought from my delirious
mind. But how had he seen the ghombie if he wasn’t a supernatural of some sort?
I realized that he was
waiting for me to say something. I panicked and said the first thing that
popped into mind. “Did the person have blue
skin?” “Yeah. It was werid. I just
thought maybe they were out of breath or something.” He shrugged it off as if
it were no big deal. I almost laughed. No big
deal? This was huge! Nate was some sort of supernatural. I had to keep prying. “Nate, does the term
“ghombie” mean anything to you?” I finally turned back so look at him. His face
was inches from mine. I took a sharp breath and pushed myself away from him and
backed against the alley’s brick wall. Even though his face fell,
he answered. “Yeah. My grandpa used to tell me stories about
zombie-ghosts--ghombies--and how he was always fighting them off. Said he could
talk with them. We put him in an old folks home last winter.” I didn’t think it
was possible, but Nate looked even sadder than he had before. I took a plunge and prayed
it would turn out well. “Nate . . .” Well I tried to take the plunge, anyways. Nate rolled his eyes. “What?
Are you going to say my grandpa wasn’t crazy and zombie-ghosts exist?” I spoke quietly. “Yes.” Nate shot me an annoyed
look. “Seriously, Andrea? Cut the crap, okay?” He stood up and started to walk
away. Then stopped and said, “You’re so hot and cold! One minute you say one
thing, the next you say another.” He walked away, completely
forgetting about his duties as my “hero” and left me all alone. I had to really
struggle to stop my tears. I guessed that our topic had shifted from ghombies
to his almost kiss with the real ghombie, who had been in my body. I hugged my knees to my
chest. Jeez, I needed to learn how to defend myself. When I got home, I collapsed
and told my grandma about the attack. I left out everything about Nate, so the
story had some holes, but she was quite surprised that my drinking the
ghombies/my blood reversed the possession. “Are you sure? I’ve never
heard of anything like that,” she said, puzzled. “Yes, I’m sure.” “I’ll have to look into
that.” “Or you could spend your
time more wisely and teach me how to defend myself against ghombies!” I was
starting to yell, and a guilty feeling settled in my gut. My grandma gave me a sad
look. “Andrea, I may be too old to teach you properly. I can’t show you defense
moves or anything. Your mother is supposed to do that.” “But she obviously can’t!” “Andrea.” “Grandma!” I was crying and
yelling now. I couldn’t control myself. My grandmother gave me a sad
look. “Honey, why don’t you go cool off for a bit, then we’ll talk.” I stomped upstairs, tears
spilling out of my eyes, and slammed my bedroom door behind me. I screamed into
my pillow in frustration, and the tears started coming harder. Sobs racked
through me, and I finally thought, why am
I even crying? I honestly didn't know. This was my life. I'd always dealt with the unfair, always put up with the pain. So why was today any different? © 2011 emmaAuthor's Note
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Added on November 15, 2011Last Updated on November 15, 2011 AuthoremmaCanadaAbouti'm emma and i watch a lot of TV and movies and read a lot of books and come talk to me about that i would love to talk with you also: i write things every once and a while more..Writing
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