The Blue Leviathan,
South China Sea
Flames
lick at Sam's naked body, the heat is so intense she feels like her skin is on fire.
Where are my clothes? Where am I at?
She feels lost and abandoned. Hopelessness engulfs her, helplessness smothers her.
Do not be afraid child
.
That voice. Who are you? Where are you?
I am near and soon I will hold you close.
The flames roar as they rise higher into the air. Sam flinches, drawing her legs in closer trying to escape the heat pouring from the flames. She shakes from fear. Fear was nothing more than an emotion, a useless emotion but she can't shake it off. She looks around trying to fight the fear that holds her.
There! A man! Oh my God it's Spencer!
He lies on a small island surrounded by hot liquid magma. He is in the same situation as she is. The flames threatens to swallow him as they creep closer and closer until pulling back just mere inches from his face.
Hang on Spence!
Her mind screams. She tries to open her mouth, her lips form the words but no sound escapes.
Help me God. Please help me.
You are far out of His reach. You have me now. Forget those of your miserable past.
The entire place shakes violently. She braces herself, grabbing hold of the ground by digging her fingers in as deep into the soil as she can. When the shaking finally subsides, Sam looks around noticing for the first time she is in some kind of cavern space. Little islands dot the entire area, all surrounded by magma.
Her eyes settle to the tiny island that held Spencer. He is no longer laying on it and he is nowhere in sight.
Spencer!
Her mind once again screams but no words escape her mouth.
Relax my child. I am here and I will care for you.
What about Spence?
He is of no consequence anymore. Your destiny lies within you here and now. You must grab hold of it and rise to your true self!
Who are you?
My name is Typheryian. Now, rise my child, rise!
Sam feels tightness in her shoulders. Her skin starts to tear sending pain searing through her. The sound of bones crunching echoes through her ears. Her breathing becomes labored, the pain leaving her head feeling like it is about to explode.
In one final moment wings shoot out from her back, her blood sprays out in every direction. The pain in her head increases leaving her feeling like she is starring into the sun. She screams as horns burst outward from her skull. Blood pours down her face, some into her eyes stinging them and adding to the pain.
No! I cannot! I won't!
——
I
just spoke with the captain. We should reach Hong Kong just before midnight," Julie Branon says to Spencer.
For nearly the last two days they had been aboard the 65 foot Deep Sea Trawler, Julie had refrained herself to only speaking to Spencer. Sam on many attempts tried to talk to her, but Julie just gave Sam the cold shoulder, ignoring her. After several attempts, Sam decided to give up and stay at the opposite side of the boat leaving Spencer as the middle man relaying information between the two.
"How long is he going to wait for us?" he asks. "I really don't want to be stuck in China, especially when we're not supposed to be there."
Julie laughs which is the first time Spencer had seen her doing anything other keep a permanent grin on her face. "You worry too much."
"If you had my job, you'd worry too," he counters.
"I don't so let's keep it that way," she says smiling. "He's giving us twelve hours which should be more than enough time."
"It's the
should
part that I don't like."
He looks out at the vast sea. The ship's captain charted a route that would take them directly to Hong Kong, more or less. In theory they should avoid any ships or Chinese patrol boats. So far everything was going as planned.
"Are we expecting a storm?" he asks pointing to the north-east.
"Not that I'm aware of," Julie says calmly. "I'll go see what the captain has on the radar."
Julie disappears as she headed to the bridge.
"No! I cannot! I won't!" Sam suddenly screams.
"Sam!" Spencer yells as he runs to her side. She slept out on the bow not really felling comfortable alone in the cabin below deck. She is now sitting up, her face and hair drenched in sweat. "Sam? Are you alright?" he asks soothingly.
"Yes. Yes, I am now," she says shaking. "Oh, Spence it was horrible and it felt so real. So very real."
"It's okay now Sam. It was only a dream," he says trying to comfort her.
"It, it felt so real. I was turning into a demon Spence," she says trembling. "I was becoming one of those things we kill."
"Don't worry Sam, you won't become one of them," he assures her.
"How can you be so sure?"
"Trust me. I will do everything I can to stop it from happening."
"Spencer?"
"Yes love?"
"How about when this is over we set a date," she states looking up at him, a smile creasing her face.
"Are you asking me to marry you?" he asks with a chuckle.