Charlie stretched, eyes closed, feeling like he had only been asleep for a few minuets. And that's when he heard it... He could hear the wind outside, it was so loud, what was happening? His nose suddenly exploded with smell, Charlie could smell everything in the house, what the hell? His eyes shot open, and wait-
What...?
Why was- why was everything so much bigger than ussual..? Now suddenly awake, he blinked as if trying to clear the new sights and smells, but it didn't work, and he was left on his bed wondering what was going on. He looked down at his han- hands...? No. That can't be right?? He blinked again, more severely this time, for what he saw scared him. It was two black cat paws. He must be dreaming, but everything felt so real. Feeling way past confused, he curled into a ball, trying to block out the sudden noise. Feeling really drousy, he laid there until he eventually fell asleep.
...
"YAAAAAAAAAWNNNNNNNNNNNNN"
Charlie woke up, with the biggest yawn, and stretched. He felt like there was something he should remember, but he didn't. Laying there for a few minuets, eyes closed, he struggled to try and remember what it was.
Maybe it was a dream? I don't know and I am about to get annoyed...
Charlie was lying to himself, he was allready flustered. Like what the hell was nagging him in the back of the head to a point where he was lying in bed, about to flip out, and getting steadily annoyed, but he still couldn't remember for the life of him??
Okay, deep breaths to clear your thoughts and then think really hard Charlie, what is it you need to know.
A voice in Charlies head spoke and his eyes opened in a panicked worry.
"What- who- WHO THE HELL IS IN MY HEAD"
He shouted, only for no one to answer. He sat up and looked around the room, everything was normal and yet everything seemed off.
What ever. He thought, I just need to eat and get some coffee.
Standing up, he streched, then walked out of his room to the kitchen. The air was warm and he felt he may have begun to sweat if it hadn't been for his loose shirt. Eyes weary, he opened the fridge, blinked, and then looked at his options.
What should I have? He asked himself, and quickly looked outside, it was almost nightfall, he had about an hour till he had to leave. I need energy, but I don't want to over eat... Maybe just an egg and two pieces of bacon with a banana? That's not too much right? I have no idea.. I'll be fine.
He grabbed the items he needed, then went to his cabinet and grabbed a pan. Setting it on the stove, he proceeded to put two pieces of bacon on and watched the meat shrink a bit and sizzle as it cooked. Then he flipped it and the same process happened on the other side. He smiled at the sound, grabbed a plate and put the bacon on top, then got his coffee machine to start on making him a cup, before putting a cup of hot water in the microwave and the cracking and egg into the pan and mixing it into BEEP BEEP BEEP scrambeled eggs BEEP BEEP BEEP he hurried to the microwave and BEEP BE- opened it.
Charlie proceeded to put a packet of hot chocolate mix into the water and then grabbing the egg off the stove, put that onto the plate with the bacon. He set the pan in the sink, and grabbed his coffee jug from the rack. He grinned as he poured the coffee into the container and then the hot chocolate.
I love dirty hot chocolate he thought happily and then went to his cupboard to grab some mini marchmallows and set some in. He breathed on the sweet steam and then took a sip, letting the hot drink pour over his tongue as he savored it. Charlie then walked over to his food and took it to his dining room table. He had forgoten about the strange feeling from earlier, but it still lingered in his brain in a just out of reach place waiting to surface. He yawned, and took another sip of the lovely beverage before taking a bite of his food.
Wow this is good, I mean I know I can cook, but this is better than usual...
He no longer needed to yawn as his drink was kicking in. Looking outside again he figured he had half an hour left. Finishing his food, he took it to the sink and washed the dishes, the hot soapy water clamed him and when he finished he dried off his hands, grabbed his coffee, and went to his room. He looked around and the his gaze stopped at his bed, I should probably make my bed and get dressed before I leave. His eyes landed on a stuffed cat on his bed, and he uncontrollably lowered himself down and stalked up to the bed before jumping onto the cat pinning it down with no effort, because seriously, if you need to put effort into pinning a stuffed cat down, then you need help man. Charlie then realised what he had just done and stood, embaresed. What was a fourteen year old doing jump- no, pouncing onto a stuffed cat..? It made no sense.
He shook himself to relieve the thought and then kneeled down on the bed, putting his pillows where they went and th- What the hell is that feeling?? It felt like.. Like, um.. He didn't really know how to accuratly explain it, but it felt like his tail bone had just been wieghed down, and there was maybe motion from it?? Ugh what in the lord above is happening right now? He ignored the strange feeling and went on fixing up his bed. The blanket was folded at the bottom and it looked fine now.
He stretched, grabbed his coffee, took another three sips, and trotted to his closet. Looking inside he pondered over what to wear, the weather was warm and he didn't want to be seen, so Charlie chose a thin black longsleeve so he could blend in, his brown jacket off the hook, and black cargo pants. As he stripped off his clothes he noticed a somewhat healed cut on his side. He frowned, as if that would help, and touched it, wincing heavily as it disapeared suddenly. How had he not noticed that when he showered and how in hell did it just... disapear..? His eyes filled with confusion, and then the feeling of his tailbone being wieghed down disapeared.
Okay, not normal, it had felt like a.. like a... like uhh... Again his brain was at a loss of words. Whatever. He thought harshly. It didn't matter, of course an idiot like himself wouldn't be able to come up with simple words to desrcibe something he was feeling.
Anyway, he thought, i need to finish getting dressed. He threw on his clothes, brushed his silky dirty blonde hair, brushed his teeth, put on deodorant, and walked back into his bedroom.
His mind wandered to what he still nedded to do, and as a result, he remembered the satchel that was now on the floor beside the door. His dagger from earlier lay beside it, and he slipped it into the sheath in his shoe. Next, he oppened the satchel and emptied its contents onto the floor. Out spilled a long bungie cord, a first aid kit, two apples, a pocket knife, a gun, ammo, a tuna sandwhich, and a headlamp, along with his leather gloves.
He nodded aprovingly at what of his gear was left, put the pocket knife in his pocket, the gun in his back pocket, it was a Glock 17, put on the leather gloves, and the head lamp,and after set the rest of his items back into the satchel. Taking one last sip of his coffee, he wore the bag around his neck, and it rested on his hip until he bagan walking, when it would sway slightly, but silently. Toward the door he walked, Charlie turned the doorbell, and then opened the door to see Molly.