D’Angelo blinked and they were back at the top of the waterfall that he had just fallen down. Confused by the speed of travel, he looked around a little wild eyed.
“So little man, why are you out here in the forest alone?” Rounding on the voice D’Angelo saw his savior again. Jeremiah stood tall a little off to his left. Now that they were out of danger, D’Angelo can see Jeremiah more clearly. He was a tall, dark skinned man in a long hoodie and military cut pants with big boots all colored in black. If he were to look at Jeremiah in the dark of night, he would only be able to see the whites of his eyes.
Realizing that he had been staring and was asked a question D’Angelo started putting his wits together. “I live up the river, sir” was all he mustered to say. Still a little intimidated by Jeremiah‘s gothic appearance.
Jeremiah, who seemed unperturbed by D’Angelo‘s weariness, asked “ can you show me where you live?”.
“Yes sir," the Young boy responded with a little more confidence this time. “Good” the hero said, “ I’ll have us there in a blink.”
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“Can we not teleport anymore? It’s very disorientating.” D’Angelo asked, not a fan of the hero’s ability to make his head spin.
“Now, where is the fun in that” Jeremiah said, and before D’Angelo could protest again, he was once more grabbed by the shoulder and shrouded in darkness. The same pulling filling and weird spatial distortion clouded his mind in the darkness. But the feeling was over within two heartbeats and when D’Angelo looked around again he was at the bottom of the hill to his house.
Disoriented and worried D’Angelo runs up the side of the hill as soon as he realizes his location. Then stopped a few steps into his run by Jeremiah who seemed to phase into reality right in front of the small boy. “ Hold your horses,” the hero said. “ You don’t know what you’re walking into lil man, it could be safe for us up there or there could be a pack of monsters waiting. Plus, I would not be much of a hero if I didn’t address all the cuts and bruises that you acquired during your wild chase.”
Jeremiah was trying to politely explain why running into a possibly dangerous situation with no plan and minor but possibly life-threatening injuries if not treated before infection set in was a bad idea. But the boy seemed to not care and constantly tried to sidestep the hero several times during his explanation to continue his not well thought out run.
“Look kid”, the hero said using some authority in his voice. “Let me bandage you up first, then we scout out the area and once we know it is safe, investigate what happened to your folks OK?”
D’Angelo was only half listening to Jeremiah as he was failing at getting past the hero. He was deceptively fast and didn’t seem to move much. D’Angelo didn’t care much for his speech, the boy's mind still had not caught up with his adrenaline and worry and his heart. But the failed attempts to run past his savior and the shouted last words of his savior made D’Angelo stop for a second and bring his attention to Jeremiah.
D’Angelo “Sigh…..ok”.
