Capítulo 149: Spit Me Out!
The wind was stronger this time, almost feeling solid. Surprised, Katherine noticed that the surface was neither flat nor pressing against everything it could reach, like real wind would. This was more like a thing out of wind that was tightly holding her hand.
Katherine was excited. Finally, the wind didn't vanish the moment it occurred. She still couldn't grab it, but it was not so far off as the other times. She closed her eyes to analyze the feeling more. What shape did it have? What temperature?
Wind usually felt cold, but this one was slightly warm. It made her curious. When she pressed it, her hand was repelled stronger the more force she used. She assumed that she could still press through it if she wanted, but was afraid the wind would vanish if she did so. So, instead, she tried to feel it up. Since she had to struggle out of the wind's grasp elsewise, she used her other hand for it.
The surface was smoother than the side that held her, almost as flat as a table. She tracked it with her fingertips and found that there was only a short stretch of that smooth surface, followed by a few bumps, and then it parted into several lengthy, almost round -
Katherine stopped. She suddenly had an idea what this thing was. It was a hand! A hand out of wind! Did it belong to some supreme being? In the end, did a god come to fetch her dead soul? Fright gripped her and she was tempted to try shake the wind off for a second.
Then, the familiarity she had felt at the first touch set in again and calmed her. No, this hand didn't feel like it planned something bad - though it puzzled her that she knew that when she had neither felt nor seen it any time before. Or had she? Her subconsciousness was so sure it didn't mean any harm that she wondered if she really didn't meet it before.
Suddenly, there was a sound. It almost was like a rough voice whispering from behind her. Her head swirled around, but there was only Blackie, nothing else. Was the sound coming from something behind the black blob? Or did she mishear? It was the first sound she heard in this space and she was curious as well as creeped out.
"Hung... ry."
This time, she heard it clearly, and her hairs stood on end. The deep and raspy voice sounded so ominous that she couldn't help but feel like she was the prey it wanted to eat, though she didn't even know who or what it was.
"Me... hungry"
That it didn't know how to speak well, didn't make it any less dangerous in Katherine's opinion. It sounded like a beast that was driven by instinct, only barely able to voice its thoughts. Such a being couldn't be reasoned with. She didn't want to be found by it.
Just, where was it? The voice was so close that it had to be in her sight, yet she saw nothing that resembled a living being. Maybe it was invisible like the hand of wind? The thought made her shudder, and she didn't even realize that she automatically excluded the wind-being from the possible perpetrators. Instead, she grabbed it only tighter as one would a friend's hand when anxious.
In the room where her body was, Nathaniel's head jerked up. In disbelieve, he looked at the slender fingers that held his. They were so small in comparison, yet they let hope bloom in his heart. Was Katherine about to wake up? Did she hear his call?
Instantly, he felt ashamed that he had broken down in front of her. He usually wasn't the type to fall into despair. After all, giving in to it would only worsen it and help nobody.
Hastily wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, he took another look. Really, it wasn't only his imagination. Katherine's fingers had coiled around his hand, holding it lightly. There was no pressure behind the movement, but it was there. She was still there.
Softly, he called her name and asked her to come back. To Nathaniel, there was nothing more important than her return.
Alas, Katherine couldn't hear his call. She was scared out of her mind because her safe sphere was under attack. She knew now where those whispers came from. It was the dark bobble, the one she called Blackie. Right now, the darkness tried to swallow her sphere whole.
At first, its movements had been too slow to notice. However, there was only a tiny gap left right now through which she could see the outside. Everywhere else was darkness. And the rough voice was ringing in her ears: "Hungry! Give food, yummy, yummy food! Me eat, yummy, yummy!"
"I'm not your food!", Katherine yelled angrily. "Eat those things over there! Why do you want to eat me?"
"Eat yummy, yummy!", was the only answer she got when the darkness closed even the tiniest gap. Now there was only her sphere around her, nothing else to protect her from this gigantic dark blob.
"Spit me out! Spit me out right now!", Katherine screamed and raised her fist. However, since she was still floating in her sphere, she couldn't give the darkness the good punch she wanted. Besides, she didn't know if it would endanger her even further if she touched it.
In the darkness, she felt like she was stuffed into a tiny room, one that was shrinking by the second. As if Blackie was devouring the light around, her sphere continued to get smaller. It disintegrated. Katherine could feel it, and she feared that as soon as it vanished, she would be next.
Blackie didn't bother answering. After all, who would talk with their food? Even wild animals would know better than that. Katherine's heart raged in her chest as she wrecked her brain for a solution. It was just that she didn't know this place good enough to form a real plan. Mind me, she didn't even know how to move here.
Wait, she suddenly thought. I might not know anything, but maybe the gauze birds are different. And if they are similar to Blackie, they might understand speech as well. It was a ridiculous idea, but that was everything she got.
Filling her lunges with air, she noticed there was only a tiny film of her sphere left against the darkness. Soon, she would be swimming in it unprotected.
"HELP!", she screamed at the top of her lunges. "HELP ME! I WANT TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
There was a split-second of silence. Then a female voice answered that was strangely familiar, but a different familiarity from the windy touch. "Finally! I thought you would never ask."
Light exploded around her. It was the same as the light of her sphere, but much brighter. The darkness was repelled by it. Blinded, Katherine closed her eyes and shielded them with her hands.
"Don't forget about me", the voice said, and it sounded happy. "One day, I wish we can speak in the real world. I could teach you so much about yourself."
Before Katherine could answer, the light vanished. When she opened her eyes, she saw an ornate wooden ceiling.
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