Awaken

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Ah don't rememba 'ow Ah died, or if Ah even did die?

A male laid in the middle of the forest, shirtless revealing his toned, muscular torso and toned skin, and his raven colored hair shot forward in jags, Slowly, green emerald eyes cracked open, gazing tiredly up at the moon that hung like a light bulb for all creatures. All that Ah know is that mah name is E. Aster Bunnymund. Well- at least that's wha' the moon told meh...

He smiled slightly, feeling comforted by its warm, guiding light. But 'ow in the 'ell did Ah end up 'ere? Gazing around at his surroundings in wonder, Aster noticed a dim light through the pine trees and squinted his eyes. It looked to be a light that probably led to a small town or city. Either ways, he took his chances and walked through the trees, feeling the branches brush and tickle his bare skin. Once the clearing was easy to see, he found that he was most certainly correct.

'Welcome to Burgess,' a big green sign read with bold white words. The young man stumbled out onto the street like a stressed baby deer with no mother, and suddenly felt an overwhelming wave overcome him. Before he knew it, he collapsed in the middle of the road. Eyes dropping slowly, he could see two headlights of a car coming his way, but could not even move. The last thing he knew was darkness.

Damn...

Green emeralds cracked open once more, to see a blurry vision of a blue wall designed with snowflakes and white swirls, and a open fire place. He blinked twice, a little faster, to lose the blur in his eyes till all seemed crystal clear. "Mah God," he groaned, sitting up, only to receive a sharp pain in his head. "Ah!" he hissed, cradling his forehead.

"I wouldn't do that, sir," a meek, soft feminine voice, barely a whisper spoke.

Aster shot his head to the right, to see a young girl sitting feet away on a chair; the shadows swept over her figure so that all he could see were dim ocean blue eyes and white flowing hair. "Um~... Who are yew?" he asked. There was a silence for a second before the girl responded, "I'm not sure if I can trust you enough to tell you my name."

"Well, Ah don't know why ya had the trust to pick meh from the street," Aster shot back.

"What else was I supposed to do? Let someone else run you over?"

"..."

"Exactly."

Suddenly, the chair moved back as she stood on her feet and walked out the shadows. Aster expected her to be unfortunate looking, but what he got was the complete opposite. Her skin was a pale, yet milky color, and her hair was a flow of white. She looked... Beautiful. Aster's eyes just couldn't seem to stay in place as they wondered down to her chest. What am Ah doin'?!

"Hey! Hotshot, my face is up here," the young girl said, knocking Aster out of his daze.

He looked up to see Jack with a awkward look as if she was asking, 'What the hell where yo looking at?' He blushed a deep red, having loss for words. Jackie shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever, hey , are you thirsty?" she asked in a rude tone. Aster did feel parched and nodded. The white haired woman walked to a table beside the bed and grabbed a cup of water.

Stepping back a few steps, she reached her arm out as far as t could go, handing Aster the glass. The young man didn't know why she was so insecure at the moment. She probably liked space.

The Aussie took gulps of the cool refreshing water and set it back down on the drawer, noticing the cautious in the others eyes. "Mah name is Aster by the way. Jus' thought ya might want ta know," he exclaimed, "can Ah at least have yer name? Ah promise Ahm safe." The girl stared as if she was trying to read his mind, and after moments of silence, she made a gruff noise and ran a hand through her hair.

"My name is Jackie Overland Frost."

Jackie? Hm, that name sounds... Amazing, Aster thought to himself. "Oh. Um, Jackie, may I know where Ah am?" he asked. "You're at my place," she replied. Aster nodded in understanding and stood off the bed. To this, Jack grew alerted and slowly reached for a nearby stick that leaned against the wall. Aster held up his hands to show no harm and reached beside her to click on the lamp.

"Easy there. Ah won't hurt ya."

"How do I know that?"

"Because Ah promise. You basically save meh so Ah have no right ta harm ya."

Jackie's muscles relaxed a bit and she barely lowered the stick. "Good. Now do ya trust meh?" Aster asked. Jack furrowed her eyebrows. "Not much. Barely." Suddenly, Aster spotted a spider crawling to her side and his eyes went wide. A black widow. "Uh... Jackie," he said shakily.

"No! I'm not putting the stick down!"

"No, but Jackie!"

"No!"

The spider crept closer till it was inches away from brushing against her hood. Aster, afraid for her to be poisoned, took action. He stepped in to kill it, but Jackie took it as if he was trying to kill her instead. Her breath hitched and immediately, she raised the stick up and smacked it at the back of Aster's head. The Aussie immediately dropped down like a bag of potatoes.

"Damn," Aster groaned, before shutting his eyes, allowing darkness to consume his sight.

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