Rushing
through the dry grass of the valleys, she realized then she should’ve taken her
car. She had been running for at least an hour now. She stopped to check her
cell phone, battery almost dead, she had only been running for ten minutes, of
course. She couldn’t keep running. Her heart was beating like a tribal drum,
and the cramps were getting to her head. She knew they’d be on her tail in a
couple minutes. Maybe if she stayed low, they wouldn’t see her.
She her
heard loud thumps coming her way. She kneeled down into the towering grass,
hearing the thumps getting closer and closer. She could hardly see through the
grass. But she could see one of the men coming straight for her, oblivious. She
had a moment to plan for retaliation, she already decided she would. She had no
idea what she was doing, but whatever it was, it needed to be quick, swift,
quiet, and she knew none of those.
THUMP, THUMP,
THUMP…
They stopped. She couldn’t see them, she had no idea where
they were. But the silence is worse than the loud thumps pounding down her
spine. She was breathing loud; she held her breath, hoping to be able to hear
them. Her heart was beating louder than ever, that was a bad idea. She let go and
started breath, apparently too loud. Cause one of them had his arms around her
neck, and had her hands tied up before she could resist. They put a ragged
white cloth over her mouth, chloroform. She was out in a split second. She was
in trouble.
_____________
Heather was
hot, sweating, and suffocating. They took the brown paper bag off her head, she
was on a metal folding chair in, small, dark, kitchen. There were two men sitting in the living room
on the other side of the house. She spoke.
“What’s
going on? Why did you take me?”
One of them
stood, and breathed. He wore a Flanner checkered shirt, tucked in, boot-cut
jeans, He was your stereotypical cowboy impersonator. After he slowly made his way around the
kitchen table, he stood in front of her. He spoke.
“Heather is
your name. I know who you are and I know you’re past, far better than you do.
My name is Trevor Volting. And I will be your best friend, and protector.”
She had no
idea what he was talking about. He is Honest at least. She figured she’d say
something or ask a question,“Protector,
from what? And why are we here? Where are we?”
He halted
her just in time for the door to creek open. A man walked in, he seemed about
as lost as her. She read his name tag, it said “Timothy Shelfer” He’s short.
Trevor spoke
“Timothy, I am not your enemy, I’ll assure you that. This is your cousin.” He
motioned at her. She was more lost then ever.
She
panicked, starting to fidget with her necklace “Cousin? Answer my question.
What are you protecting me from?”
“He’s your
cousin. Trust us. But first we need to focus on getting out of here. Heather.
Stand up. Long story short, our country is about to get into a war that is
bigger than we bargained for. They don’t know it yet. But you will be the key
to victory for the United States.”
“A key, Great. I've lived my whole life I had a
future. And here I learn from complete strangers, that I’m a freaking key.”
Tim spoke up
for the first time, “Heather, calm yourself. The country is going to be forced
into a situation where they will need you. It’s a supernatural thing. I know
you don’t believe in super powers. But you have them. I have them. It’s in our
genes”
Yeah right. These
guys were loaded with a bunch of crap. This so called ‘cousin’ of hers is
sitting here trying to convince her that she has superpowers? This whole thing
is extremely crazy. Then again, it sounds pretty fun. If they think of her as
some kind of God, She might be able to make a fortune. What the heck. She might
as well…
She put on
her best negotiation face “How much are you willing to pay?”
Trevor spoke
without hesitation “You’re life, how does that sound?”
With that,
it’d be stupid to say no. So she said with hesitation “…Sure, what the heck. I
have nothing better to do.”
He sighed
deeply while turning around and looking at one of his guards. He had a gun in
his back pocket. Who does that? She stood up and went to the sink, to wash her
hands. No water, great. She turned around and looked at Trevor, who was now in
the living room, talking to both of his little henchmen.
She spoke
loudly, annoyingly, and with power, “So when do you start?”
He turned
and stared at her with eyes of hope, “We start as soon as we get a hold of the
government, I’m hoping we can get these things figured out before the Germans
come to capture-“ But she couldn't listen to his words anymore, she couldn't keep her eyes off the glowing orange light that was just outside. Before she
knew it, the house was caving in on them, and the ground was falling beneath
them. She couldn't see Trevor, but she didn't care. All she cared for was her
own safety. She could only come to one
conclusion while she was running outside of the house. The world had declared
war on her, and she can only choose one side. And that side right now, was
herself.
A tremor shook the earth underneath her while she was running
across the street. She fell to her knees. A school bus was driving right for
her. Getting closer, and closer, everything around her was going wrong all at
once. And she couldn't do anything. She only wished that she could survive
this, or did she? The school bus had no intention of slowing its terrifying
pace. She reached out her hands in a last ditch effort the save herself. The
bus was nothing short of ten feet from her, when it lifted off the ground. It was floating along with her hands, as
though she was controlling it. Everything around her seemed to have paused. No
noise was being made, as though time had been completely stopped. She looked
around to see Trevor under a pile of rubble. She hadn't seen Timothy since a
few seconds ago in the house, when everything was normal, or more normal. Something
struck her neck. She felt no pain, but she blacked out. There was an empty hole
in her head, a gap that was incompletely filled, a massive void of
subconscious. She was watching herself run out of the house; a straight path of
blue light was circling in front of her, shielding her from harm. She was supernatural. And then, black.
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