The view from the Eiffel Tower was phenomenal.
I had never seen anything like it and it honestly took my breath away. The height made me a little giddy but I felt perfectly safe with Jester standing beside me. Everything had been minimized to look like a tiny toy village. People looked like ants, buildings looked like little boxes and the trees looked like plastic decorations scattered in various places on the ground. None of it looked real and it was amazing.
'This is incredible,' I breathed, staring out at the view.
'I thought you'd like it,' Jester smiled, slipping an arm around my waist.
'I love it.'
The sky was a clear bright blue, the occasional puffy cloud rolling on by at a leisurely pace. The breeze was a little sharper all the way up here, but it was warm and it tousled my hair slightly. Jester caught a loose strand and tucked it behind my ear.
However beautiful the scenery was, and however content I should feel, there was something nagging at me. Just a strange feeling deep within me that told me something wasn't right. I didn't know what it was, but it felt like a basic instinct. An instinct that had lived within me for as long as I was alive.
'You okay?' Jester murmured.
'I don't know,' I frowned, turning round. 'I feel as though we're being watched.'
'There's no one here but us,' he pointed out.
'Yeah, that's true. It's probably nothing,' I shrugged it off.
But then why were the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end? Why did I feel eyes boring into my back? And why did I feel so damn uneasy? Someone was watching us, but who?
I pulled Jester into a hug, wrapping my arms around his waist. He let out a surprised noise before hugging me back. Keeping my mouth close to his ear, I began to whisper.
'There's someone else up here. Don't make any sudden movements.'
'What? How do you know?' he whispered back.
'I can feel it. I think it's something to do with my power.'
'Where could they be? I don't see anyone else up here but us.'
I pulled away slightly to look him in the eyes. My touch was light on the back of his neck as I kissed him. I could feel the surprise and tension in his response and moved my lips to his ear.
'They're cloaking their presence. Like Demrin did to us just before he died.'
'So what do we do?'
'We need to get out of here, but remain as calm and relaxed as possible. You can't let them know we know.'
He exhaled softly before smiling. He took my hand in his own, keeping his grip firm and protective. I only hoped that whoever the hell was watching us wouldn't pick up on this.
Jester started to lead the way into the small glass lift that would take us back down to the ground. Whilst all I felt like doing was turning to confront the stranger, I had to remain patient and completely unruffled. I didn't know what he or she was capable of, and with no witnesses, anything could happen.
The elevator ride seemed to take forever. Jester's stance beside me was rigid and firm. His head was held high and his eyes were fixed straight ahead of him. I could feel the quiet panic rolling off of him in waves and I squeezed his hand to try and reassure him everything was going to be okay. I wasn't overly sure if the stranger had left us. The feeling was still there, the feeling that we were being watched, but it wasn't as strong as before. Maybe they had stayed at the top.
Without warning, Jester was ripped from my grasp.
I didn't have time to shout as the unmistakable sound of glass smashing filled my ears. Something flew through the air. Something dark.
With sudden horror I realized it was Jester. He had been thrown out of the lift and was now falling to certain death.
My first instinct was to scream. To scream like I had never screamed before, to turn to face whatever had thrown him, to see if Jester was alive.
But my second instinct was to extend both my arms out in front of me, in roughly the spot where Jester had fallen. Something pulled down on both of my arms, something heavy that made me stagger slightly, but I held them out straight, palms facing the sky. It felt as though something had been placed in both of my hands and it needed bringing upwards. I began to raise my arms, slowly due to the weight, but with as much power as I could. I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but I couldn't stop myself either.
Seconds later, something hovered in front of the window.
I nearly lost all connection as I saw Jester suspended a hundred feet in the air, directly in front of me. I took a tentative step forwards, my feet crunching the glass scattered on the floor. Reaching one hand out of the broken window, I grasped his wrist firmly and pulled him back inside, where he collapsed on the floor.
'What...on...Earth just happened,' Jester's voice was shaking vigorously. His dark hair was windswept, sticking up in odd tufts and his eyes were wide with pure fear.
'I don't know,' I admitted, kneeling down beside him. 'Are you okay?'
'Something...something threw me. It threw me. I should be dead. What did you do Ana?'
'I don't know,' I repeated, hugging him fiercely. 'It was instinct. We need to warn the others. Something is after us.'
It wasn't until we reached the ground, to a sea of curious and startled onlookers which we immediately broke through, that Jester stopped in his steps.
'There's something... my back is stinging. Have I cut it?'
'Come on,' I pulled him to the side, away from prying eyes. 'Where abouts? You probably cut it in the fall.'
'At the bottom,' Jester turned round and I slowly lifted up the bottom of his shirt.
'Oh my God,' I whispered sharply, stepping away.
'What?! What is it?!'
'It's...it's impossible... Why you?'
'ANA! What's going on?'
'There's something on your back Jester. It looks as though it's been...carved.'
'Carved?! What does it say?'
'Y-you have the words "We're coming for you" literally cut into your back...' I stuttered through trembling lips.