The Blood Revolution (SOON)

Chapter 4

"Peter?" Uncle Royce called from the door, making me turn back around. "Come on in. Connie's got ya some soup. Might help heaten up ya belly after that nerve-wracking experience."

"I'll be up there in a minute uncle," I said. I turned back into the lamppost but the human figure was no longer there. I walked a few more steps forward, trying to spot him again. If he was some silly dude trying to scare children I still could've seen him running or walking away. But he wasn't there anymore. He was gone. . .that fast?

Another call from Uncle Royce made me head back and walk inside their house.

"What took you so long, Peter?" Aunt Connie asked, placing the bowls of pea and carrot soup on the wooden dining table.

"Nothing, I think I saw someone outside your house." I grabbed the seat across Olivia and sat.

"Must be some punks again trying to scare children around the neighborhood," Uncle Royce said. "They've been very pestering these past few days. Those teenagers."

I didn't know what to do of this information. I could've felt relieved upon hearing those words from Uncle Royce. But still, I wasn't able to feel comfortable with my soup. Something just doesn't feel right with that dude out there. That doesn't look like a teenage i***t trying to fool around with his neighbors. That person looked grim. He seemed to be into something serious. Something dangerous. And I am not feeling good that he is staring outside the door of my Aunt.

Even after the meal, my head remained occupied with thoughts about the person I saw outside. Something really felt fishy about him and I couldn't help but wonder what. I just decided to go to the bathroom to wash my face and shake bad thoughts away. I immediately turned on the faucet and washed my face. When I peeled off the bandage on my forehead so that I could clean my wound, my eyes widened upon seeing that my wound is gone. I stared at my hand. There was blood stain on the bandage yet my forehead showed no signs of laceration. There wasn't even a scar, just my pale caucasian skin.

My eyebrows met. What the hell? Is this still normal or did I just took too much of the Anaesthesia?

A ring on my phone interrupted my pondering. I took it out from my pocket and saw my mom's name on the registry.

"Hello?"

"Pete for goodness sake, where the hell are you?"

I closed my eyes hearing my mother's yell from the other line. "I am at Olivia's."

She yelled a few more words and some curses but she finally cooled down after some unending "how dare yous". Olivia had already informed her about what happened at the city center earlier and now she's mad at me for not telling her what happened. I felt bad about it. I was just overly occupied with a lot of things right now that I forgot.

"I'm sorry mom," I said and scratch the back of my head. "I'll be home soon. Love you!" I hurriedly turned off the phone to prevent another series of yells. I fixed myself and went out of the bathroom and saw Olivia seated in the couch beside a bowl of potato chips. Her eyes glued on the TV screen.

"Want some?" She handed me the bowl but I declined and shook my head. I sat beside her and watched the movie she was watching.

"How did you do that Pete?" she suddenly asked and bit her chip.

"Did what?"

"What you did back there at the lemonade shop!" She turned to me and placed the bowl between us. She was grinning at me with this huge grin and her eyes sparkled in amazement. "You were so cool! You were so fast! You were like some sort of an X-men character. The way you grabbed me was like wooosh! Are you some kind of speed runner or you secretly have Flash genes inside you?"

I chuckled. Here she goes talking like Eminem again. And for the first time in 20 years, it didn't annoy me at all.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I was just worried. I think that was adrenaline that did it. It's weird isn't it?"

"It sure is." She turned back to the television when the scene changed into something I wasn't very fond of-bed scenes. I got up from the couch.

"I think I should go home," I said. "Mom's probably freaking out right now."

After saying goodbye to Olivia and her parents, I decided to leave the place. It was already late and I'm still expecting a long discussion with my mom later. She probably still hasn't let it drop. I got out of their house and felt the same chilly feeling I had earlier. This time, it felt colder. It also felt like someone was watching me. My eyes shifted from side to side but there was nothing.

It's just the wind

I got into the car and turned it on. I better get my boring self at home. I puffed air. I shouldn't be cowarding over chilly night trips because going home late was usual for me.

I hit the transmission and the car sped into the road. Our house wasn't far from the Sanchez residence so it wouldn't be a long trip. I was also starting to feel sleepy. I was halfway into the trip when I felt cold again which was weird because all windows were closed and the aircon was turned off.

"Everything just gets weirder every single day."

The moment I finished the sentence, the car came into an unexpected stop and I almost slammed my face into the steering wheel.

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To be continued. . .