Awaken (28 page)

              “I feel like we’re starring in some Syfy movie about a handsome devil of a man who genetically alters peoples’ bodies for kicks.”

             
“You watch way too much late night television, Phoebs,” Willow laughed at her dark imagination.

             
“I can promise you there will be no body altering on my watch,” Liam humored her, as Natasha continued to make sure we were comfortable.  All three of us were lying on three tables that we had gathered from around the house.  We had pillows and blankets, but I wouldn’t say ‘comfortable’ is how I would ever describe laying on a table.  Natasha and Liam needed to be able to get to each of us in order to check our bodies’ serum levels while our souls were in the Underworld.  Willow was sitting patiently in an arm chair watching Liam’s every move.  The crease between her forehead and the worry in her eyes made me uneasy.  Although I was still more than ready to do this, I was having doubts about my own ability to pull it off. 

             
Natasha produced three surgical needles and a large vial of cloudy, cream-colored liquid and handed them to Liam, who began to measure out the initial doses.  Phoebe, who had been entertained by her own imagination moments before, was watching him with a look of pure terror.  I could tell her hands were shaking as she proceeded to bite off every nail she had.  Liam inserted the needle of each syringe into the vial of liquid and pulled out a specific amount; lying it down on a tray before moving to the next one.

             
“I think I’m gonna be sick,” Phoebe forced, promptly hopping off the table and running to the bathroom.  Willow followed after her as I shared a nervous glance with Carmen.  I was on the verge of having an anxiety attack myself.  It wasn’t long before Phoebe was back, looking only slightly pale.  She forced a smile and climbed back up onto the table.

             
“So, tell us more about how the serum works,” I urged Liam; hoping to calm our nerves if we had more information about what would be happening in our bodies.  As Natasha gathered gauze and alcohol, Liam sauntered over to us.

             
“Your parasympathetic nervous system, housed in the medulla of your brain, slows your heart rate naturally by releasing a chemical called acetylcholine,” he started to explain.

             
“Let’s try that again, but in English this time,” Carmen insisted, and Willow giggled from her chair.  Liam chuckled and glanced shyly back at Willow.

             
“The serum will begin by slowing your heart rate down to five beats per minute.  A normal heart rate is between sixty and one hundred beats per minute.”

             
“Wow,” Phoebe breathed.

             
“Consequently, your breathing will slow to a rate almost unrecognizable by even an RPM machine.” We stared at him blankly and he grinned, “Respiratory Profile Monitor.  The serum basically tricks your brain into believing your body is dead.  However, it doesn’t allow it to send the signal to your organs for them to shut down.  So your body will be doing a balancing act while you are gone; teetering on the brink of actual death.  We will monitor the serum levels to maintain the correct percentage.” Phoebe’s face immediately drained of all color.

             
Liam handed the syringes to Natasha as she added, “Once your body reaches the minimum level of heart and breath rate, your soul will easily detach; also believing the body is dead.  When you return, the force of your soul reconnecting will literally awaken your body.”

             
“
If
we return,” Phoebe corrected her shakily.

             
“
When
you return.” Natasha raised a dark eyebrow at her and proceeded to give us our instructions, “Now I need you all to lie back and try to relax while we inject the serum.”

             
“Oh yeah, cause that sounds about as relaxing as a bathtub full of acid,” Carmen muttered.  I heard Natasha snicker as she wrapped an elastic band around my bicep; restricting the blood supply so that she could find a good vein.  I’d seen nurses use the same technique while taking blood.  She inserted the long slender needle into the crook of my arm with expert precision and a tiny prick, and then slowly emptied the creamy liquid into my bloodstream.  It was colder than my body temperature and I could feel it as it spread through my arm, up shoulder, and into my heart.  While Natasha was tending to me, Liam had already administered the serum to both Phoebe and Carmen. 

             
“So how long does this stuff take?” Carmen asked impatiently.

             
“Anywhere from ten to twenty minutes,” Liam answered.  Carmen narrowed her eyes at me and Phoebe.

             
“If you get there before me, you better wait.  I’m not going gallivanting around the Underworld all by myself.” 

             
“I’ll be the one hiding under a rock,” Phoebe whispered and let out a nervous giggle.

             
“Let’s go over a couple of things before you begin to lose consciousness,” Natasha instructed while cleaning up the supplies. “You have the map?”

             
“Safe and sound,” Phoebe answered, patting her pants pocket.  Willow had made an index card sized replica of Finn’s Underworld map for me to take on my journey.  Phoebe was now tasked with keeping it out of harm’s way.

             
“And Stasia, you have the dagger, the black onyx balefire, and piece of rope,” Natasha confirmed.  Something told me that I was still missing something important.

             
“Hey Willow, will you grab the white stone out of my valise?  I think I want to take that with me too,” I requested.

             
“White stone?” Natasha’s interest piqued.

             
“It’s just a stone I found at a shipwreck site on the Outer Banks,” I shrugged.

             
“Have you figured out what the piece of rope is used for?” she inquired.

             
“Not yet, but it can’t hurt to bring it along.”

             
“Very true,” Natasha agreed.  Willow came back in the room and handed me the white stone.  Natasha materialized beside my table.

             
“May I see?” She brought the stone up to her face to get a good look at it. “Moonstone.”

             
“Moonstone?” I’d never heard of a moonstone before.

             
“It may indeed come in handy,” Natasha grinned knowingly and handed it back to me, “It helps in the foretelling of the future as well as enhancing intuition.”

             
“That’s either a crazy coincidence or you were meant to find that,” Phoebe commented.  I rolled the stone back and forth in my palm.  It was definitely curious that I would find a random moonstone in the middle of the ocean.

             
“Now girls, I need you to listen to me very carefully.” Natasha sat on the edge of Phoebe’s table and made eye contact with each of us separately. “You must avoid any fruit you may find in the Underworld,” her intense gaze paused on me. “And you must not drink from the River of Forgetfulness no matter how thirsty you may be.”

             
“I think we can handle that,” Phoebe nodded dutifully. Natasha’s features turned solemn as she continued.

             
“When it is time to return and you find yourself at the Gates of Horn and Ivory, there are two things you must remember above all else.  Do not give in to your fears and do not lie to yourself.”

             
“That sounds simple enough,” Carmen retorted, but I could see the unease in her dark eyes.

             
“I agree that it should be simple, however the human soul is a self-serving entity at its core.  Pride and insecurity can always lead us off our true path.  The key is accepting the bad that haunts our souls as well as the good.  We all have both within us.”

             
As she spoke the last sentence, I realized that the serum was beginning to take effect.  I was feeling a little woozy and I could feel my reflexes and movements slowing considerably.  I looked over at Phoebe and Carmen who looked to be having trouble focusing on Natasha as well.  All I wanted to do was close my eyes and go to sleep.

             
“I think it’s working,” I warned Natasha.

             
“My mind seems to be slowing down,” Phoebe added.

             
“That’s nothing new,” Carmen quipped, but her words came out slurred.  I gave in to the heaviness and allowed my eyes to close on the only realm I’d ever known.

             
People say that when you have a near death experience, your life flashes before your eyes.  I can say something flashed before my eyes during my more-than-near death experience as well.  But it was only one image.  Deep blue eyes.  They stared into the recesses of my soul, shining with acceptance and love.  They swirled before me like a kaleidoscope; making me dizzy.  As they returned to a stationary position I noticed they had gotten tremendously closer.  I couldn’t see any other features.  All around them was only darkness.  As I focused on the light blue and gray flecks within them I became completely absorbed in their magic.  Suddenly I found myself being sucked in to them; speeding faster and faster towards the stormy sea of dark blue.  As I plunged into their depths I felt myself being stretched and pulled in several directions.  I instantly fought to center myself, which was easier than I thought.  The blue disappeared; replaced with a warm, soothing darkness and then…there was nothing.

             
My feet were wet.  And cold.  I looked down to see myself standing in the middle of a river.  Metallic looking rocks and boulders lined the banks as the silvery water rushed by in a steady cadence.  There was no grass, no trees, and no shrubs accenting the sides of the river.  Only massive boulders surrounded by smaller river rocks; a wide array of bronze and copper tones glittering beneath the water.  The banks of the river were covered in a shimmering white substance that appeared to shift and blur as my eyes moved across it.  The sky above was a golden yellow hue, but there was no warm sun shining down on me.  As I craned my neck in each direction, it didn’t appear the light was coming from one particular source.  It seemed to reflect and bounce off of everything it touched; enhancing the metallic qualities of the landscape around me. 

             
A dense fog flanked both sides of the river, not allowing as much as a glimpse into what lay ahead in either direction.  I wasn’t sure if I should move or stay where I was.  In the middle of contemplating my next move, a slender ribbon of silver twisted and hovered beside me.   I held my breath and immediately froze in hopes of not antagonizing it.   A flash of memory took me back to a previous reverie I had before I had come to Lorelei and stumbled upon my destiny.  Finn had been surrounded by hundreds of silver ribbons (right before they attacked me) and he told me I shouldn’t be there; that my heart wouldn’t survive.  Had my soul somehow jumped realms without my knowledge?  Was that even possible? 

             
Before I knew what was happening, the single silver ribbon began to writhe and lengthen; becoming more opaque.  Still holding my breath, I watched wide-eyed as it began to take human form.  It almost looked like…Carmen?  No way.  Right before my eyes her features became more distinct and she opened her eyes.  She glanced around skeptically and finally looked down at her feet.

             
“Why are we standing in the middle of a river?” she complained, as I continued to be in shock at what I had just witnessed.  She met my startled gaze. “What?”

             
“Whoa,” was all I could say.

             
“What is it?  Is something wrong with me?  Am I missing a body part?” She began to frantically look herself over, running her hands over her face.  I let out a hysterical giggle.

             
“Not at all, I seriously just saw-“ I began.

             
“What the hell is that?” She interrupted in a low voice, staring at something to our left.  When I followed her gaze I saw another silver ribbon appearing.  We watched in silent awe as it writhed, became opaque, and took on human form; eventually turning into the Phoebe we knew and loved.

             
“Oh. My. God,” Carmen croaked.

             
“Why are we standing in a river?” Phoebe looked at us in confusion, “And why is Carmen staring at me like that?”

             
“We just watched your soul appear and turn into human form,” I explained.

             
“That’s what that was?” Carmen looked at me wide eyed.

             
“I believe so,” I grinned at her. 

             
“Did you guys go through the tunnel?” Phoebe exclaimed with elation.

             
“Tunnel?  No, I saw some kind of-“ Carmen began, when she lost the ability to talk.  What could only be described as a shockwave travelled across the river and right through us, knocking us slightly off balance and taking our breath away.  When I looked back at the bank, I noticed that the fog had disappeared.  Something else had taken its place.