The Tiger and The Hawk-part3

I am still looking, amazed at this strange new planet. Then something strikes me, I turn towards Connor. "How can you read that sign?" I ask, with a puzzled expression on my face. He suddenly turns to me, wearing the same expression. "I'm...I'm not sure" he says utterly confused. "I just...can."
"Well it's a good thing you can." I say sheepishly. We give each other a shy look but then I feel a grin creeping across my face, and we both turn back to the city.

It's huge. The small buildings and millions of people go as far as the eye can see, but you can see hundreds of emotions just in this comparatively tiny patch of land. There are people shouting, laughing, crying, cheering, and I have no idea why, but I am amazed by it. The ground is solid, but there are paths only here and there. There are people holding up goods, hollering at passers by to purchase them. There are little kids playing in the street, most of whom are wearing tatty clothes. There are no cars in this particular square, just carts and bikes that people are travelling in. And cow. Many cows. People are leading them like they are more than just pets; like Gods. Well, I read somewhere that cows are like some-sort of God in India. There are little shops that line each side of the street, all in bright colours. I am guessing that this is the poorer part of New Delhi, but not quite the slums. Reality is settling in, so I step forward.

This ground feels harder underneath my boots. I bend down and run my hand over it. Strange, it feels almost soft. I feel Connor hesitate behind me, so I turn my head and beckon him.
" This is a crazy place" he says wide eyed.
"I know." is all I can answer him. I love it here, it feels strangely like home. "Well where should we go?" Connor asks. I look at his tired face, and then my eyea flick to something behind him. It is a little path. It seems to lead to somewhere darker, but still bright enough to see. I nod towards it. "Lets go that way." I say, and then head off.

The path is the soft soil again. At first I am afraid that we are travelling back into the wilderness, but the buildings stay put. In fact, they are getting bigger. We start to slow down a bit as we get into a clearing. There are still buildings either side, but they look like houses rather than shops. There's a large paved square in the middle which seems to be some sort of parking area. On the right, there are some garages, and in the middle of them stands an old wooden door.

I stare at this door, there's something strange about it but I just don't know what. After looking confusedly at the door, I look at Connor and shrug.
"Does that door seem strange to you?" He blurts out. I look at him alert.
"Yes it does! What's...going on?" I wonder warily. And then I hear it, we both hear it. A high pitched scream coming from behind that door.

Connor sprints in front of me before I even have time to react. He desperately rams his shoulder into the door in an attempt to knock it open, but he only ends up sprawled across the floor in pain. I am still gaping at it. 'I know that scream' I think to myself, with dread slowly filling me. All of a sudden, it feels like a spark has been lit inside me. My brain starts working and before I know it, my legs are also running towards the door. I think carefully and eagerly try to take flight. My feet leave the ground but I am soon next to Connor. I hear the scream again but I can't get up. 'What's happening?!' I think. My bones feel smashed in so many different places. I feel like I am dying. I look at Connor; dead. His face is drained of colour and his breaths are gone. I hear a second scream and realise it is coming from my own mouth. I wriggle desperately and try to get up. I hear Amy's scream again. ...They've got Amy! I start to seriously panic and before my own heart stops, I black out momentarily.

When I wake up, I am alert and covered in sweat, but somewhere different. I feel the fabric underneath me, feel how springy it is...bed! I am in bed! 'Oh' I think to myself 'just a dream'. And then I fall inconscious into a nightmare-less sleep.

The End.