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2024-12-18 10:11:10The world around me warped, similar to a camera lens refining its focus. For a short time, he was lying in the hospital bed. He then discovered that he was positioned in the middle of a poorly lit alley. The rain was gone, creating a disconcerting stillness. The air felt thick and heavy, as though it were pressing down on him.
"What the...?"
"Luca."
He swiftly turned when he heard his name. A shadowy figure stood at the alley's entrance, enveloped in gloom. It was the same person as before—the one donned in the trench coat and wide-brimmed hat. Even with his face hidden, Lucas felt the coldness and intensity of his gaze.
“Who might you be?” Lucas insisted, his voice resonating in the deserted alley.
The man did not reply. Rather, he lifted his hand, indicating straight at Lucas.
"What is your desire?" Lucas yelled, stepping back. "What on earth is this?"
The man's voice eventually emerged, deep and rough, as if it were crawling over rock. "You have been selected."
"Selected?" Lucas said again, his heart racing. "Selected for what?"
The man remained silent. The environment surrounding Lucas started to fade, the shadows bending and distorting. He sensed he was being drawn back, as if gravity were itself pulling him down.
“Hold on!” he yelled. “What is happening?” What is the significance of this?
The man's voice trailed after him, becoming increasingly quiet as everything turned to darkness. “The Covenant… has been roused.”
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Lucas jolted awake, gasping for breath. His heart pounded, and his skin was soaked in perspiration. He looked around, perplexed, but he noticed he was back in the hospital bed. The heart monitor beeped frantically, matching the rhythm of his heartbeat.
“What on earth was that?” he whispered to himself.
A tap on the door startled him. A nurse peeked inside, looking upset. "Is everything alright, Mr. Kane?" “Your vital signs increased.”
“I’m fine,” Lucas said quickly, though his voice was shaky. “Just… a bad dream.”
The nurse nodded, though she didn’t look convinced. “Try to relax. Let me know if you need anything.”
“Yeah. Thanks,” Lucas muttered as she left.
He leaned back, brushing his hair with his fingers. His thoughts were racing. It was not just a dream. It wasn't possible. He still sensed the heaviness of the man's words, as if they were engraved in his mind.
*The Covenant has come to life.*
“What on earth does that even signify?” he murmured, his voice just above a whisper.
The next morning, Lucas was sitting up in bed, looking out the window. The storm had passed, allowing the city to bask in gentle sunshine. Yet, the unease in his chest persisted.
Evelyn came back close to mid-morning, bringing a thermos of coffee and a bag of treats. “Good morning, darling,” she said, her voice gentle and inviting. “How do you feel?”
“Improved,” Lucas deceived, managing a slight grin. "What about you?"
"I'm okay," she replied, even though the shadows beneath her eyes suggested differently. She placed the thermos on the nightstand and sat down. “The physicians mentioned that you could possibly return home today.”
“Yeah,” Lucas said absently, his mind elsewhere.
Evelyn frowned, her hand brushing his. “Lucas? What’s wrong?”
He hesitated, debating whether to tell her about the visions. Finally, he shook his head. “Nothing. Just… thinking about the bills.”
“Lucas—”
“I know,” he interrupted, his voice firmer than he intended. “You don’t want me to worry about it. But someone has to.”
Evelyn's demeanor relaxed. "We'll solve it." “United.”
Lucas remained silent. He couldn’t dismiss the sense that something far greater was unfolding—something he couldn’t grasp.
And deep inside, he understood this was merely the start.
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