The three of us were handed out spook detectors. They looked and acted like metal detectors, but reacted to spirit energy. It reacted to other, similar energy as well. I was the only one who though to quickly swing my detector past the others; Janel and Amanda both had high spikes of spirit energy, not because they were ghosts or possessed, but because of their powers. Had either of them thought to test the machine on me, I would likely be off the scale. (I knew this, but I didn't know this). Not because I am more powerful then they are (I'm not) but because of the ghost that tended to follow me around.
We wandered around the giant complex, looking for any areas of great spiritual energy. There were plenty of windows, and the rooms and halls were large and the ceilings high. Giant cavernous rooms that were brightly lit. The floors were carpeted with an ugly patterned carpet that seemed rather typical for a high-traffic public building.
Not that the complex was highly-trafficked now. Pun intended, the place was like a ghost town now. The lack of other people other people in a place that was once filled with the bustle of people and activity gave the place a forlorn air.
I pushed the door bar to open the glass door separating one large room into another. He was standing immediately inside. The sudden wave of dread hit me like a punch in the gut. I inhaled sharply.
"Back up. Now." I hissed at my companions.
They couldn't see him, but followed me lead. I didn't really hear them as they made note of the reaction their detectors were making; all of my attention was focused on him. He watched me the same. The readings on him weren't particularly high, though they were fluxing; he was masking his real power.
We had backed up several feet before he made any movement. It was a simple, small step forward, but that little motion was enough to trigger a much greater reaction from me.
Rather quickly I became separated from my companions. They were not in any danger from him, but I was now trapped in a cat-and-mouse chase with a demon, and I had as much chance of escape as a three-legged mouse.
The next while is jumbled: there was a lot of running and near misses, several times of capture and then escape.
I don't remember how he finally caught me. What I do remember was being unconscious and this heavy feeling of trying to swim upstream to return to consciousness. This sense of muted panic in this half-conscious state as I felt his presence over me. His true form: a dark, formless gaseous-like cloud of ooze hovering above me, cold and evil. I had to wake up, push him away from me.
He was reformed into his human shape, still leaning over me, when I was finally able to force my eyes open. He did not expect the force of my shove and fell back, allowing me a brief chance to escape again.
All the force that it took to regain my consciousness exploded into instant action: I burst away from him.
(I was aware of his frustration, his conversation with a minion that I was not there for. He was frustrated by my escapes, that he had not gotten me in hand yet, though his minion pointed out that he would be disappointed in his chosen one if she was too easy to catch. He did not respond though he knew it was true.)
I knew from experience already that I was not going to be able to out-run him, and there was no where I could hide from him in this complex. I had also learned from the running around earlier that he could not leave the complex. I had to be quicker than humanly possible to get around him through the gate. I needed some sort of tool.
It was merely a passing glance as I ran by the slightly open custodial closet that gave me my salvation. I was already several feet away before I registered what I saw: inside was a rather randomly placed bicycle. I turned back and grabbed it as quickly as I could.
I thought I had my solution, that I could finally escape, but my hopes were quickly dashed as he came past on his own bike. He was casually along, weaving in front of me easily. The message was clear: he was faster on a bike as well, and that he he could at any time block me from my goal. I kept going towards the gate, because I couldn't give up.
The gate was in front of me, and he was just coming up to it, moving to block it when another bike came zooming past me. Out of nowhere Matt came racing past, knocking into his bike and pushing him aside. It was just the break I needed: I pushed through and was out of his reach.
Matt and Shaun joined me as I walked the bike along the city sidewalks. "I thought you weren't allowed to assist," I said to them.
"I'm not," Matt explained. "My actions there were sort of gray-area." His hands were bound from any direct action, for certain. There were certain rules and limitations for someone in his position. He was allowed to be on a bike, he was allowed to come and go, and that his biking through the gate just happened to knock someone over and allow me to get through was just a coincidence.
Janel and Amanda were still at the complex, so Matt and Shaun would have to go back to make certain they had no problems. First though, they were going to get me set up in a safe house for the time being.
Suddenly I stopped. My bike clattered to the ground. Matt and Shaun turned at the noise, finding me falling to the ground, frozen.
"Shit!" Matt swore. "I didn't expect him to retaliate like this!"
During the first time he had captured me, he had gotten a hold on my heart. Furious at Matt for cheating and allowing me to slip through his grasp, he froze my heart. Left in this state for very long, I would die. Though Matt and Shaun knew that he wanted me alive, if they were to call his bluff and not return me, they knew he would let me die. And then he would kill Janel and Amanda in revenge for Matt and Shaun letting me die. There really was no choice.
Matt's anger in being forced to return me to the complex paled in comparison to his fury that merely bringing me back to the complex wasn't enough: he wanted me brought completely to him. There would be no chance for escape upon my revival.
"No..." I moaned as I started to come to, having been handed over.
Matt was filled with a cold fury that he had to hand me over, but at the moment there wasn't any other good choice of action. But he vowed that the matter was far from over, and even though he couldn't directly act, there was much he could do, and direct others to do.
No, this was not over.
(Yeah, I started off very much as Caden. Yes there were points were I knew things that my dream-self did not know. It sounds like a very scary dream, and while my dream-self was terrified through much of it, I really wasn't.)