Changed Time

Chapter One

I shot up from my bed and smacked my head on the ceiling. "Ah." I fell back onto my pillow. "Ow. That hurt." I rubbed my forehead.

"You're the one who wanted the top, Drew." Wyatt mumbled in a sleepy voice.

"Shut up, Wyatt." I grabbed my pillow and swung it under the bunk, feeling it thunk as it smacked the solid object below.

"Ow! What the heck?" He whined.

"You're the one who wanted to share rooms." I rolled my eyes, and let a deep breath escape my body.

It happened again.

"It happened again." I whispered.

All the amusement in the room vanished and was replaced with an utter silence. "Who was it this time?" Wyatt asked, his voice soft.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to relive the murder in my head. "A girl named Jamie. She lives in Seattle, but it happened outside of a small town called Thorp." The video in my head pressed rewind, and it played over and over in my mind. "They'd kept her prisoner for over a week, and she'd finally escaped her cage, but they'd planned for it, and...and they shot her."

Wyatt remained silent. "Sorry, man." He finally said.

"Yeah. This one was worse." I opened my eyes and stared at the blank ceiling. "It was as if I could feel her fear."

"When do we leave?" Wyatt got up and started putting on a pair of discarded jeans that he'd worn the day before. "It's a long drive."

It was about an eight hour drive from Ashland, OR, to Thorp, WA.

I propped myself up on an elbow and stared at him. "I don't think we should do it this time." I shook my head. "This one was different . They weren't just amateurs, these guys were trained professionals, they could still be there, or maybe they've already taken care of the body."

Wyatt's eyes narrowed. "'Taken care of the body'? Andrew, you're speaking of this girl as if she isn't even a person anymore."

"Wyatt, she's already dead-"

"But her family isn't. Her family is probably hoping right now that they'll see her again, and we both know that it's false hope. They deserve to know what happened and who did this to their loved one." Wyatt stared at me, his eyes ablaze.

I shot my gaze away from him. "I told you. This one was different. I don't know who did this to her. I don't even know her last name."

"What?" Wyatt's voice was shocked. "You've always been able to tell who it was. Why would it be any different this time?" He ran his hand through his slick brown hair. "If you don't come with me, I'll just go by myself, and then if those guys are still there, I guess I'll be screwed." He grabbed a black button up shirt and threw it on. "Listen, maybe you'll get another vision and you'll get the rest of the story, but it won't do any harm to just check this one out." Wyatt finished buttoning up the shirt and he stared at me. "We can even bring the glock if it'll make you happier."

I closed my eyes and weighed my options. I sighed. "Fine, but we're bringing the .22, too." I saw his blank look. "The rifle with the scope."

He shook his head. "Yeah, I know what you're talking abut, I'm just wondering why. It's a hunting rifle." He narrowed his eyes. "We're not shooting anybody, Andrew."

I bit my lip. "Don't call me that, you sound like Dad. And I know we're not shooting anyone, it's just for protection and to make sure that the place is safe to go into." I jumped down from the bunk and landed next to Wyatt. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Look, I'm sorry. This vision just got me a little freaked, all right. I've never been able to feel their pain or their fear before."