Kapitel 15: - Whispers From the Unknown
Dante slept the whole night. His dreams were filled with thousands of voices speaking to him at the same time. It was so loud, and yet he still couldn't make out what a single person was saying.
When he woke, his ears rang and throbbed.
"Hey, good morning," a voice said.
Dante sat up on the air mattress and saw Sofia standing in the doorway. "Uh…good morning," he said, averting his eyes. She wore short shorts and a small tank top. Nothing else.
"How did you sleep last night? You seemed to be tossing and turning," she said.
Dante looked at the sheets next to him, which were rumpled. "Did…." His voice cracked. "Did we sleep in the same bed?"
Sofia blushed. "Yeah. It's my only bed. Like I said, we just got here. This is all we have."
(Oh god, this is not good. They're trying to kill me), said a voice.
Dante stood. "Who said that?"
Sofia looked surprised. "What? Said what? Are you hearing the voices again?"
"Voices?" Dante asked, confused.
(No way they can find me in here, said the same voice), this time just a whisper.
Sofia kneeled down next to Dante, placing a hand on the side of his head. "What're they saying?"
Dante shook his head. It throbbed in pain.
(I'll just hide out here, just for a few minutes), they said.
"They're hiding," Dante said. "They're scared of something. How…." He looked up at Sofia. "How do I know this?"
She shook her head. "No idea. It happened sometimes when we were together, ever since I've known you. You've been able to hear other people's thoughts."
"I'm a telepath?" Dante asked. Telepaths weren't real, though. "So I'm like you? I have a power? I hate it."
"You're strong, Dante," Sofia said. "This power might seem like a curse, but you must think of it as a gift. A gift you can use to save lives."
A gift?
The voice continued to ramble on.
(I don't want to die.)
"They're scared. How do I help them?" Dante asked.
"Focus on their thoughts," Sofia said. "I'm going to get changed, and we can find them. Are you sure you want to help them?"
Dante nodded, pressing his hands into his temples. "Yes."
(I just want to go home), whispered the voice.
Me too, Dante tried to tell the voice.
Sofia came back into the room wearing jeans, sneakers, a striped shirt, and a leather jacket. "Let's get moving."
Dante stood. "But where would we go?"
"Like I said, focus on their thoughts. Follow the path, until you can feel their presence. This person has to be close by if you can hear them."
"How do you know all this?" Dante asked.
"I just know how you described it before. Back when…when we first told each other about our powers," Sofia said.
"So you knew I had powers and didn't tell me?"
"Dante…I'm sorry. I didn't want to overload you."
"After this, you're telling me everything," Dante demanded, throwing open the door.
Sofia followed him closely.
Dante tried to think. He tried to listen.
"It's not working," he said after a moment.
Sofia grabbed his hand. "Close your eyes. Breathe. Listen. I'll lead you wherever you need to go."
Dante closed his eyes. He sucked in a deep breath. The connection formed immediately. This time, the voice was more than a whisper. It was more intense.
(I'm gonna have to find transport now. Why did I have to be so stupid?)
Dante began to move, following the noise.
(Shit…shit…I hear footsteps), said the voice frantically.
It was much louder this time, as if the voice was right next to him, speaking into his ear.
Dante opened his eyes. There was a door in front of him, its handle broken off.
He pushed it open.
"Don't fucking move," said the voice. But this time, it was real, and Dante was staring down the barrel of a gun. A boy sat in the corner of the room, pointing the sniper directly at his head.
Dante slowly raised his hands. "We're not here to hurt you," he said.
"I don't care. I'll fucking shoot."
Dante felt himself beginning to retreat into his own mind. Suddenly, he was inside his brain, a city of connections and activity. It buzzed with life around him.
Something flashed in his peripheral vision. He turned toward it.
A bridge.
Dante began to walk. He crossed it in a moment's time.
Multiple voices began speaking to him, though Dante knew they were all from the same entity.
(Why is he here?)
(Who is he? An intruder?)
(Let me enter), Dante demanded.
(We should let him in), they responded reluctantly.
(No! We cannot!)
Dante ignored them, stepping off the bridge, onto the other side. It was a different landscape, compared to his own. It seemed smaller, less developed. He had yet to reach maturity, Dante realized.
"Hello?" Dante called out.
"Leave me alone!" Said the voice. A boy appeared, small and fragile compared to his real self. And younger too. He couldn't have been older than ten.
"What's your name?" Dante asked kindly.
The boy hesitated, wrapping his arms around himself. "I'm scared. I don't want to be here," he said quietly.
"I know. I know how that feels. That's why…you don't need to pull that trigger. We're here to help you," Dante said, taking a step forward.
"How do I know I can trust you?"
"You don't. Please, you have to believe me. I know you're scared…I know you're in danger. But if you let us…we will get you to safety."
The boy fell to his knees and began to sob. The landscape around him began to tremble. The ground began to crack.
Something creaked behind Dante. The bridge. The connection was starting to break.
He ran until he had crossed back over to his side.
As soon as his feet left the bridge, Dante's eyes opened and he was back in the present.
The boy in front of him dropped his gun. "I trust you. My name is Min-jun."
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