Seeking Souls

:// Chapter 4 //:

When Basil could register solid ground, he immediately pushed Zakariah back. "Hey you can't just-" The boy glanced about. He was going to say 'take people', but the sights before him simply took his breath away.

Together they stood in a field of green framed by a dark waterfall and grand looming willow trees. A light fog glistening on the grass and trees that slowly chilled the air in preparation for the oncoming snowfall. Basil shivered, during all the excitement he never actually grabbed his jacket.

"Wow..." Basil wandered closer to the water and Zakariah followed. This is the most contact that he's had with this soul, and the results were interesting. Compared to that girl, Basil didn't seem very frightened at all. "Where are we?"

Zakariah didn't answer. He didn't feel the need too.

"Um...please tell me where we are?" Basil tried again under the stare of this godly being. That Jasper guy tore the RV apart with a flick of his finger, and he seemed scared of Zakary. That was something to keep in mind.

But alas, Zakariah still didn't answer him. The Reaper was too deep in his own head. The soul has always seemed familiar within every timeline despite it's gender or age, but this carnation-it looks exactly like the first.

Why?

"You know...I had a dream about you last night." Basil decided that a different angle might be the more appropriate approach giving this being's strange...everything. "It looked like you were hurt, under black water, and I-uh...you finally took your hood off."

For the first time, Zakariah broke eye contact. Now he was really thinking. "Why would he see me in a dream? Is it because I've ate the soul so many times? That still doesn't explain why he saw my face-"

"You're lying." He finally answered. "That's impossible." Zakariah huffed as he stormed off in some random direction.

"I-" Basil stuttered, a little dumbfounded. "You know nothing about me and you're calling me a liar?" Zakariah ignored the Human and continued walking towards the treeline. "You're the one that's been stalking me! I should be mistrusting you!"

Basil hurried after said stalker as they traversed through the trees, constantly skipping over creeks and uneven-ground with the vines brushing all over their faces. Zakariah seemed to be fine, but Basil was having some trouble.

"Zakary wait!" Basil finally hollered as he tripped and landed in the cool current of the nearest stream. He groaned and cursed a bit as the stalker came to an abrupt stop.

"Don't call me that." He ordered as he pulled Basil up out of the water by his arm.

"What?" Basil frowned. "Why not? Isn't that your name?"

"No, it's not." Zakariah answered before roughly dropping Basil.

"Then what is it?"

Zakariah hesitated. The Human was obviously upset, and maybe a little scared to be in this unknown place so far from his injured friend. There's no doubt that he's confused, that's why he insisted on asking so many questions, but how much should he really know?

The stranger turned away from the scrawny Human. "Zakariah." He answered, before disappearing into the vines.

"Zakariah..." Basil thought to himself. That sounded like an Angel's name. "Wait..."

Basil, was in shock. All these reality-changing events have been going on all around him and now was the the only time that he actually stopped to think about it. Could this man be a supernatural being? Probably, just looking at what his crafty little friend could do it was almost definite, but what could he be?