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Chapter 1: ‘When you die, die standing…’
She walked into traffic. Amira Thomas wasn’t going anywhere, nor was she in any particular hurry to get to nowhere, but still she walked into traffic. Sunlight cracked off of the shiny hoods of freshly waxed sports cars and dragged along the edges of the aged sedans puttering along the hot asphalt. All five lanes of Wells St. were abuzz with speedy drivers this time of day. Lunch was so rarely a slow affair. Trying to stop her legs from walking felt like pushing a semi-truck up hill. Amira walked into traffic because that was where she belonged. It was vile thing, getting hit by a car, but sometimes violence was the only answer. The words encircled her mind like a lasso as the horns began to sound off and cars swerved to miss her. She heard the final horn blast come nearby and full of bass. Her legs finally stopped in time for her to see the Semi truck before-
‘Ammmmmiiii… Ammiii-‘
Amira jolted to attention in her seat. The taste of blood on her tongue. Her freshly manicured nails raw and aching as they clawed the desktop. Her nightmares were getting worse.
‘Jesus girl,’ Ashley said. ‘Sweat much?’
Eyes of other students surrounding them flickered back towards Amira and shared giggles and head shakes. Steadying her breath, Amira pulled her black hair that was sweat stuck to her clammy forehead and hung it over her shoulder to air herself out.
‘Shit,’ Amira fanned herself. ‘Did I like snore or anything?’
‘Umm no, besides scratching the fuck outta your desktop, you hid well. Are you okay?’ Ashley studied the desktop.
Beside a slide of sweat on her desk was an etching of scratch lines. ‘Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine,’ she lied.
It wasn’t that sleeping during class was unheard of or even uncommon in college, but for Amira it was. As a sophomore she had received perfect grades up until this past month in every class. When the nightmares began they were a jumbled mess of bad feelings, with no images or meaningful sounds, but in the last month the blurred dream had gone through contrast. And it was always the same.
‘What are um- what are we doing?’
‘Supposed to be practicing the beginning conversation stuff… Como estas… bien- that shit.’ Ashley said playing with her hair. ‘Did you go to that party at Alpha Sigma last weekend? I was going to but my friend Alexia got tickets to this electronica concert at Madison Square Garden so…’
Her friend’s words washed off of Ami as her stomach turned like a riot simmering to boil. Amira was a tall woman, just over six foot with long black hair, and a slimming figure. Growing up, her father would often challenge her to pancake eating contests and lose in disbelief at how much such a tiny girl could put away. In the summers he’d take her fishing up in Maine. Late at night they’d cooked the fish over an open fire, and he’d joke that they should be hunting deer, because she needed ‘fattening up.’ Ami never liked those jokes though, the idea of killing never did sit right with her.
Over all, her life was only special in just how amazingly ordinary it was from beginning to now. Summer camping trips with Dad, pet dogs, school, boyfriends, breakups, and now she was a sophomore college student with undecided as her major. Amira considered Journalism because she wanted to travel to see the world. But to spend her life telling the world of the great things others have done, instead of doing them herself, did not sit right with her. She supposed even her unobtainable dream of adventure was ordinary. The only thing that wasn’t ordinary, she mused, was her month long dream of suicide by traffic… oh, and her psychotic mother.
‘…but he totally started to feel me up and he was definitely not hot enough for that, so we ended up leaving. Ami, you listening?’
‘Hm? Yeah, sorry. I just… not feeling great.’
‘Umm. Okay?’ Ashley rolled her eyes.
‘Senoritas?’ Professor Laras said from behind them. ‘Que debería estar hablando en español.’
‘Siii…’ Ashley groaned.
Amira felt a twist in her gut as another trickle of sweat dripped down the back of her neck.
‘Senora Thomas,’ Professor Laras raised an eye towards Amira. ‘
Te sientes enfermo?’
‘Umm… huh?’ Amira took a deep breath trying to concentrate.
Professor cocked his head and made a face before repeating himself. ‘Miss Thomas, are you feeling sick?’
‘Yeah- yes,’ she said as she stood. Her shaky hands grabbed her backpack and she felt the color leave her face. ‘I’m sorry- I’ve got to go.’
She felt the eyes of the classroom on her back as she stumbled into the hallway. Passing clumps of students in the hall, Ami couldn’t decide if she was to scream or puke. Having never been a sickly person, this was new to her. Her stomach was tied in knots like the flu was pulling her to the ground while her head and heart swooned from an adrenaline rush. Like being buried alive while on fire.
Am I going fucking crazy? Is this what Mom felt before she snapped?
While maintainring her motor functions enough to get off school campus, her mind raced of any detail she could pull of her Mother’s insanity. Repeating words, speaking non sense, hysteria… at least that’s what Ami’s father had told her. Then came the self-mutilation. Her Dad would never talk about that or the violence that followed. When Amira would visit her Mother in the institution up state, under the cold florescent lights she could still see the streaks of scars that lined her skin like maps of the past.
‘When you die, die standing,’ was the last coherent thing her Mother said that made sense.
I’m not going insane I’m not going insane… I just… I drank too much last week…
Amira made it to the edge of campus but her self-assurances did nothing to settle her stomach.
Ugh… I’m going to die on the ground, though, clutching my gut.
The August sun was hot this time of day and Ami’s blue tank top clung to her body, wet with sweat as her eyes switched from focused to blur. She needed to get inside and off the sidewalk… she needed water… she needed…
‘La coo siedawaaymein yawaaymeiiin…’ The whisper itched at the back of Amira’s neck. From the street side she snapped her head around but saw no one to own the voice. Her eyes met with a man across the street and her head broke with pain as dizzy spells swarmed her into a stumble. ‘Siedawaaymeeeeiiiinnnn yawaaaaayyymeeeeeiiiiinnnn,’ the voice hissed again. So faint she couldn’t tell if it was a man or woman. It slid down her back like an invading snake with shards of glass for skin. The whoosh of cars flew by her side and Amira’s stumble became a heavy step. Then another.
‘Siedawaaymein yawaaymeiiin siedawaaymein yawaaymeiiin yawaaymeiin yawaaymein…’
Through her murky vision she saw spits of light reflected off cars as they flew by. Horns blew and she heard panicked voices cloud the background with screams. Another step.
‘Yawaay…’
Another step. The final horn from her nightmares sounded off with a loud burst of energy and Amira’s eyes broke open to see the grill of the 20 ton truck that would kill her. She waited to wake up, but she didn’t. The tires sputtered to brake but it was too late.
‘No-gahh!’ She screamed.
Cowering, she turned her head so not to see death, but instead saw him. The man’s arms from across the street were raised and flowing in jagged circles.
Tires squealed, first. The sound changed as the heavy truck skidded sideways and jack knifed. Inches before side striking Amira the truck lifted with a groan and waned as it levitated over her. The seconds hung in the air of silence as the truck seemed to float over her and crashed on the other side. Tearing up asphalt and ripping metal from the trailer’s siding, the truck barrel rolled twice more before stopping.
The moment was left suspended before the crowd of students’ screams
and shouts overtook the air. Amira looked back to the man across the street with dark hair and a brown jacket. He walked for her and pure instinct told her he was danger. Dazed she twisted in her shoes dropping her back pack as she ran. Shouldering a thick chested student, she took a corner a block up the road only to see her attacker still in pursuit. She cut down an alley way. Questions filled her mind, but the brief release in tension from her belly was quickly coiled back into contention. Only this time there was no slow boil.
Amira took to another alley and came to a large industrial complex that was coated in grime and graffiti.
‘Ahhhh stop plea- fuck!’ She grunted clutching her gut as she slumped against the door. ‘Aaahhhh!’
Oh god I need help, hospital- someone, please…
She pushed inside the building, and through her watery vision could not see much but smelt just how terrible the place was. Amira fell to the rough concrete gripping her gut as she dragged her forehead on the broken gravel covered ground.
‘Hey lady you okay?’ A man said.
‘You’re not lookn’ too good now,’ said another man. They smelled of rotting garbage but through the convulsions of pain she could tell neither one was her pursuer. They were bums.
‘…you here with anyone?’ The first man asked. A moment went by before hands started gripping at her clothes and chest. She felt her shirt stretch and bra become exposed. Fingers yanked at her pants, edging them down her hips.
‘Noo! Nn-‘ Amira cried.
‘Hold the bitch!’
Amira screamed, ‘noooooo!’
RRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!
As if to answer her cries, a great roar loud enough to break glass and tremble ear drums filled the abandoned building. The hands that molested her body froze, and the cramps that threatened to tear her insides out ceased. Crawling back towards the wall she wiped her eyes and saw a reverberation in the air. A tremor that seemed to catch the blast of sun light from the skylight windows and grew until it was a cut in the world, 30 feet high.
Dust raised from the floor first. Like gusts of wind licking at the sandy concrete. Then came the growl. It was a clicking sound that sounded like metal latches snapping hard with great succession. Faster and faster until out of nothing a shadow rose from the tremor.
Its heads were the size of a pickup truck, the three necks were black with gold clawed spikes that covered the beast’s skin. Its body was barreling and long with four legs that clamped down on the concrete floor like loose soil. The tail was the last to swing through the portal. Its body loomed over the two frozen homeless men trembling on their knees. It was a Dragon.
This isn’t real, Amira repeated in her head. Her legs and arms frozen in a steady twitch.
The heads snapped at another as the center head let a pool of saliva drip from its teeth. The Dragon head’s roared to another as its feet stomped closer. One man scrambled to run but was snapped in two by one head before the other two joined the feast. Watching the piling of his friend’s body parts and blood fill the ground, the other man tried to run the other way. The Dragon’s right two heads continued to battle for blood, licking and snapping at each other while the left head saw the movement. The great weight of the beast lifted onto its hind legs and smashed back down to the ground, trapping the man against the wall. In a violent motion the three heads collided on the man ferociously tearing him to nothing while the concrete wall broke and splintered under their attack.
Amira couldn’t move. She didn’t know if she was even breathing, but she could not avert her eyes. Even as the Dragon’s attention became more chaotic, it slowly turned to focus on the tiny girl cowering against the dusty wall. Its steps shook the floor, its breath felt like fire kissing her face. She had no thoughts, only wonder as she looked up at the snarling teeth. And she saw death approach.
When you die…
On shaky knees she rose to her feet and as if angered by the challenge, the three Dragon heads rose in anguish.
…Die standing…
The center head opened its mouth as it jolted for her. She turned her back as the heat of the Dragon’s breath became too much to handle. Amira felt the stab in her back that tore down to her thigh.
‘Ahhhhh!’ She collapsed to the ground as blood pooled around her body. She turned to see the left jaws parted and engulfing her. To finish her off in one bite, but it stopped.
Teeth surrounded her. Its jaws were parted. But locked open. Like it was held in place. It made a strained groan before being wrenched high in the air and slammed into the other two heads. Its body rolled onto its side as the Dragon cried.
Amira’s vision turned to a tunnel as blood gushed from her wound. With hazy eyes she saw that man standing above her. He pulled his brown off sleeve by sleeve and tossed it to the ground, but not before removing an item from it, a brown stick, no longer than a foot. Amira gasped for air as he took stance and waived the stick like a magic wand, making a navy blue swirl energy encircle him and charge at the tip of it. The Dragon clamored to its feet, turning harshly, its’ tail cutting through a skylight of windows sending glass shards raining to the cement. Its spiked skin vibrated in a rage as the heads rose and screamed at him. The man charged forward as the Dragon stomped at the floor moving at him.
And then everything went black for Amira.
She woke to the smell of camp fire. Her eyes still shut, she imagined opening her eyes and she’d be tucked in a sleeping bag in a tent. Her father would be outside by the fire roasting sausages for breakfast, plotting their hike for the day to come. But when Amira woke she was found herself in a cabin.
It was small with carved dark brown tree logs stacked for walls. An old stove and sink were opposite to a wood burning fire in the corner. And hanging on the wall over a small table was a framed picture of a Manatee.
‘You’re alright, dearest, just relax,’ a sweet sounding Irish lady said, drying her hands on the towel under the sink. Her blonde hair framed her face as she walked to the door. ‘Aaron,’ she said poking her head outside the door. A refreshing light breeze filled the cabin with the door open.
Aaron came inside. He wore lighter colored clothes and were more bandaged than not, but when he limped in Amira knew he was the same man from the street. The man that saved her from the three headed Dragon.
Three headed Dragon? Hallucination.
Amira was lying on her stomach and realized when Aaron walked in, a cute, scruffy man, a little older than her, that she was naked with only a thin sheet covering her. She twisted to cover more of her, but felt a sharp pain course from her shoulder to thigh along her back.
‘Careful, love. Dragon cuts don’t heal, you know,’ she looked from Ami to Aaron and to her again. ‘Oh, yes—right.’ She grabbed a black sweat shirt from the wall and lightly covered my shoulders. ‘Well, I uh… I’ll just take the air for a bit. You should be safe, hun. What with our very own Dragon Slayer.’
She stepped outside giving a squeeze to Aaron’s arm as she did. Amira saw lush green hills and large thick trees in the distance.
‘Where am I? …Who are you? What- let me go!’ Amira tried to sound forceful, though, she remained naked and unable to posture to make her point.
Aaron took a few labored steps before falling into a chair opposite to where she sat. ‘I am Aaron Rolland. My friend outside is Deaconess Lawson- you can call her Fran. You’re in Care Ward New York, and you’re not a captive. I brought you here so Fran could treat your wounds, but… what do you remember?’
‘I…’ The mere question stirred anxiety.
Because the answers all sounded crazy.
‘…was in class. I started feeling sick- wandered off and e
nded up in traffic,’ the story flowed better once she began, though, just at the mention of her being ill showed alarm on Aaron’s face. ‘Then you chased me. Then I felt sick again and…’
Aaron cocked his head leaning forward.
‘I hallucinated something and I passed out,’ she finished quickly.
Aaron nodded looking to his feet. ‘You… hallucinated that a Port Hole opened in the center of an abandoned industrial building. That a three headed Dragon killed two homeless men and almost killed you. That…’ He made a pained face as he removed the home made sling from his arm and reached behind the nearby chair. ‘A man in a brown jacket arrived and removed a Wand.’
Aaron removed a rigid Wand from his brown coat.
Amira took deep ragged breaths because every word he spoke meant she wasn’t crazy. Sniffling she wiped the tears from her eyes before they fell.
‘Do you remember anything else after that?’ He asked, suspiciously.
Amira pulled at her memories, hard, but there was nothing. ‘No, I passed out, I think.’ Amira wiped her nose and sighed. ‘What is happening?’
‘Hey- hey…’ Aaron walked near Amira then stopped and took a painstaking knee to be on eye level. ‘I promise, you are safe, and as soon as you’re well enough to travel I’ll take you home, if you want.’
Amira shook her head, ‘What do you mean, ‘if I want’?’
Aaron smiled some, ‘well, I’m not the welcome wagon. I mean, I’m not the Wizard in charge of Reception-‘
‘Wizard?’
‘Aaactually, I’m not in charge of anything…’ Aaron shrugged. ‘Yesterday was kinda my first day on the job. But, your world is about to get a lot bigger. Um… but, Amira? You’re a Witch.’
Amira made an undesirable face.
‘And that’s a good thing!’ He corrected.
‘Wi…’ Ami shook her head in disbelief. She felt lost, she felt small, and she felt the breeze picking up from the grassy way outside the open door. ‘What… where… am I?’ She asked not knowing what to ask.
Aaron pointed out the water stained window pane above Ami’s head. ‘New York City…’ Amira slowly pushed her to her knees, synching shut the large hoody around chest as she peered out the window. Long fields of green grass with cows, goats, and chickens roamed around another wide oak tree with vast nothingness blocking the view. On the horizon was the faintest glimmer of a blue ocean in the distance. ‘We’re about a block away from Time Square here. Just on the other side of the coin.’
…To Be Continued…
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Amira’s Magic: Chapter 2 — ‘The other Side of the Coin’
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