a day. Good job, kid.”
“Thanks.” Tom exits the room and I turn toward Colton and David again. Both of them are rubbing their chests where I had kicked them. I smile remembering what David told me. Hmm, maybe good things do come in small packages.
I pause and listen as someone else’s thoughts come to me. Somebody help me. Oh gosh, he’s going to find me.
“Someone is in the woods and needs help.” I hear a loud boom in the distance. A gunshot? “I can hear her thoughts, we have to go.” I say, already running out of the door. I reach the stairs before I hear footsteps behind me, telling me that the guys are following. We hear the sound of a door banging shut and then loud voices sound in the kitchen.
“David, call Logan. We need a healer.” Still running towards the kitchen, David pulls out his cell phone and calls Logan, telling him we need urgent help.
I get into the kitchen first. Colton is right behind me. Tom and Claire are both carrying a girl into the room. Her torso is covered in blood and her breathing is very weak. What happened to her? I’m about to ask Claire when my stomach starts tingling. Suddenly, dark spots invade my vision and the room around me begins to spin. I can feel my body falling backwards as I’m sucked into my first vision while awake. Someone’s arms wrap around me and cushion my fall as a scene starts playing out before my eyes.
Chapter Thirteen
He’s going to kill me. I just know it. I don’t have the information he needs and now he is going to kill me for it.
I discreetly look around for a way out of this situation. We’re moving through a dense forest. I’m surrounded by trees. Nothing but trees. I hear the sound of water flowing in the distance. Dravin isn’t the one carrying me, but I know he is close.
I pretend to be limp. They didn’t bother tying me; they thought I passed out from the pain of their torturing. I know they are going to get rid of me, for I am no longer any use to them. They are probably going to throw me into the stream and watch me sink, laughing manically. Ok, they probably aren’t going to be laughing, but the evil guys always did that in the movies.
They kept asking me, “Where’s the girl? The girl from the prophecy? I know you know her.” I have no idea who this girl is, but they didn’t believe me. Dravin would beat me until I was knocked unconscious. After attempting four times, over two days, to get information out of me, they finally got it through their thick skulls that I had no idea what they were talking about. I knew of the prophecy, but that was the extent of it.
The man carrying me isn’t being gentle. Why would he be? He’s about to kill me. My body keeps banging against his chest every time he steps on uneven ground. He is squeezing my arms and legs too tight, cutting off the circulation. The sound of the water gets louder, telling me we are close. If I am going to do anything, it has to be soon.
Stopping, the man says, “Where’s Dravin, shouldn’t he be here by now?”
“I don’t know. Let’s wait and see he if comes soon. If not, we’ll dispose of her ourselves.”
It is now or never. I reach up and punch the man in the nose. Shocked, he drops me to the ground. I jump up and kick him between the legs before running off in the opposite direction. I can hear the man groaning in pain behind me.
“Don’t just stand there! Go after her!” he yells.
I hear heavy footsteps following me, twigs breaking beneath his feet. He is gaining on me. I am too weak to continue at this pace for too long. I divert from a path and persist, dodging trees and low-lying branches in the process. I keep up this pace for a while, ignoring the throbbing in my arms and legs from the vigorous movement. Thinking that I lost him, I slow down. I take this time to catch my breath. I’m still hurting from their attacks.
A few minutes later, I hear his heavy footsteps again. Somebody help me. Oh gosh, he’s going to find me. I frantically search for somewhere to hide, but there is nothing. I’m out in the open, without energy to