The Vision

He had a headache, and his skull was going to explode. It might have sounded stupid, but he felt being uneasy, and the headache was coming from the amulet. He had tried to put it in his backpack and move it under the seat, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the headache was back, in company of visions. Visions in which he and his companions died again and again. Every time he saw a long knife with a mother-of-pearl carved knob that was rammed into his chest. Full of surprise, he saw how blood spread everywhere like a dark cloud in his vision, and he also felt clearly that he was going to die. No more trace of immortality. Horrified, his eyes fell on his friends, who seemed to be fighting against figures whose faces he wasn’t able to see, and were clearly losing their battle. He woke up sweating. His seat neighbor, an elderly maliciously smelling Chinese, who had probably had a little too much of garlic, looked irritated. Gregory murmured an apology to himself, took the leather cord with the amulet from his backpack getting up. He went back a couple of rows, where Keanu was browsing through a magazine. Gregory touched his shoulder, and Keanu looked up, apparently immediately realizing that something was wrong; “what's happening? You look like you've seen a ghost.” Gregory shrugged; “I don’t know, but every time I close my eyes I have the most terrible visions in which we all die, and I believe it has something to do with this here.” He handed him the leather cord with the amulet.” I would like to ask you to keep it for me because I can’t keep it, for now, the thing has an incredibly negative energy and a destructive effect," he looked a bit helpless. “At least to me. Would you take it?” Keanu realized immediately that Gregory was right because he looked completely whacked. His face was pale and sweaty. “Sure, don’t worry, I'll take it.