“You only bring pain,” he said.
Tripping, I place my hand on the bathroom door and rush inside. The door swings behind me as I rush to the stall.
“We’re here to help,” I told him and he backed up into the wall. It wasn’t the flashlight he was afraid of, it was me. I lean on the stall door and look down at the floor. I breathe in and out trying to calm myself down.
What is wrong with you, James? Why can’t you stop having these visions? My hand reaches for the toilet paper. Shaking, it rips a piece off and I dab my wet forehead trying to remove the sweat that feels like it won’t disappear.
“You said you actually talked to one of them?” I sat in a white chair in an interview on live television.
“Yes,” I said nodding my head in agreement.
“Well, what did he say?” The news anchor leaned in closer as I kept my head to the floor. I sighed and scratched my head while speaking. “He said he was scared … and … and wanted me to help him,” I stated.
“And did you?” he asked again. I flashed out and looked at the boy sitting there. “Please let me help you,” I said to him.
He got to his feet and ran out of the house. I started to run after the little boy. I got there and in his hand was the gun that I kicked to the side. He raised the gun up and pointed it at his head. His little boney finger was sitting gently on the trigger.
“No!” I yelled as the body fell lifeless to the floor.
I zoned back to the interview and stared at the anchor. “Yes, but sadly we were ambushed,”
I
“I got a phone call from my husband who first informed me about the attacks. After I got his call I turned on the news to hear the full story.”
Rion calmed from his night terror easily, and he and Percival went back to sleep. When morning arrived, Rion shot out of bed with a grin, full of his typical energy. He had no memory of his tears and screaming the previous night, which was just as well; the boy deserved peace after all the heartache he had weathered.
I grabbed my gun and helmet thinking that Tim was in trouble. I had gotten to the dense bush where we he was hiding, he looked fine not even a scratch.
“C’mon Alyssa!” She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my frozen state, Practically lifting me off my feet. My heartbeat sped up I could hear nothing but the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, my heartbeat, my deep heavy breaths. The foot steps behind me weren't running but walking, walking after us. We ran up into her yard and opened her door fast and slammed it shut. I watched in shock as her fiddled with lock on the door.
I found an exit, the adrenaline coming back in. I ran to the door, gasping for air.
Only one thing came into my mind-- "Oh God, he 's caught me". As I walked toward him and sat opposite, he sat back down and took a deep breath.
The man in a black mask shouted at me to get down, so I did… and what happened next… scared the living shit out of me!.
“It’s not your fault, ok?” Anderson said, his voice still shaky. “But listen to me, you have to get out of here.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and gaped at him for a few seconds and closed it once more.
“I could be asking you the same thing. Who is he?” I used all of the power within myself not to stutter.
“I hate to change the subject,” I said, “but before the base was attacked, you were about to tell me a little secret.”
My scream tore throughout the dark alley as I push the guy out the way. The shooter ran as we fell on the ground just in time. The bullet only grazed his shoulder, but there was a lot of blood.
“Honestly? No. He seemed like just one more drunk crack pot, but he was raising such a fuss about it that we had to look into it. Imagine my surprise when I go to this circus-“
“What?” he asked, he was shuffling his figures causing them to turn red, you could tell he was nervous.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but I was surprised to hear you speak. You hadn't said a single word yet so I was worried that you were a mute or something along those lines."