Changed Time

Chapter Eight

I motioned everyone to grab their weapons and for Sophie to hide behind the bed. "Everyone has permits on these, right?" Wyatt asked.

We all nodded.

"Good, Sophie, call the police, we're protecting ourselves, we won't get into trouble." Sophie looked doubtful. "Sophie, we don't know what kind of guns they've got, or how many. Call the police!"

She pulled out her phone and dialed 9-11.

"We know they've got a freaking shotgun!" Zach whispered urgently. "What do I have? A freaking bow?"

"Is she really worth dying over, Drew?" Jessie asked. I was hoping that she was joking, but I knew her too well for that.

I snapped back toward her. "She's part of the group, Jessie! So yes, she's worth dying over!"

A loud bang made me stop arguing with Jessie and put my attention back on the door. "We're going to get in there!" The man's voice boomed again. "We don't want to hurt you, but we really want that girl."

I heard sirens and someone speaking through a megaphone and sighed in relief.

There was more whispering from the other side of the door, and in the end we heard footsteps running, then three loud thunks.

We all stood in silence and waited. Then a knock came, a softer knock. "This is the Sheriffs Department, are you folks alright?"

I motioned for everyone to put their weapons away, to hide them as I waited to open the door. When all the guns were gone, as well as Zach's bow, I opened the door.

Three deputies were standing there, in full uniform. "Are you all okay in there?" The front deputy asked.

Sophie came up from behind me. "Officer, I think those men hurt girls." She said real innocently. "They were after me."

The deputy took off his hat. "Ma'am, you're okay now. We got all of them," he put his hat back on and produced a small notepad. "We are going to need your statement, though." The other two deputies turned away and walked back to the multiple cruisers.

Suddenly my head erupted with pain. I fell to a knee, pushing my fingers into my temples again, but as before, it didn't help.

"Son, are you okay?" The deputy's voice was muffled and distent.

"Drew?" Wyatt's hand dropped down onto my shoulder, but I was drifting off into another daytime vision.

I thought I'd end up in the lobby again, but instead I found myself in the woods. It was dark out.

A girl named Olivia.

She's fifteen years old.

She lived in Yakima.

She had two younger brothers, and a baby sister on the way.

She was going to die.

I looked around for Olivia, or her murderers, but all I saw was trees.

I heard a scream coming from the west, and I knew immediately that it was Olivia. She had escaped and was being hunted by her murderers.

I ran toward the scream, even though I knew I couldn't help her.

I could hear Olivia screaming for someone, sobbing as she ran to invisable help. I spotted her coming toward me, and I stopped.

She ran past me, looking right through me.

I didn't want to run after her. I couldn't watch yet another girl die in this state.

"It's the same men who killed Jamie." A voice behind me made me jump and twist around. It's Paige. She's leaning up against a tree, looking sleep deprived.

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I saw them. I usually get here just as the victim escapes, or is about to be killed. Olivia had fought back, escaped and now she's being hunted."

A ear-piercing scream interrupts us, and I know that she's been caught.

"We'd better hurry." Paige said sadly.

"We don't need to see it." I shook my head. "I'm not watching that girl die."

Paige narrowed her eyes. "I've tried that before, trust me. I flashed right in front of the boy who was being killed." Her expression looked pained. "Come on." She walked past me toward Olivia and her murderers.

"Wait," I ran after her, stepping in unison with her. "If you were there when Jamie was killed, then why didn't I see you?"

Paige shrugged. "I've been wondering that too, but it doesn't really matter right now. What matters is that these guys have killed yet another girl." She shook her head. "We need to stop them."

"But how?" I asked. "I don't know about you, but I'm not getting any information on them." I shook my head. "It's as if there's a block, it's as if they can block my powers..." I trailed off at that. There was no way.

Paige stopped suddenly and I lifted my head.

There were three men. Paige had been right-they was the same men who killed Jamie.

They were all at least over thirty. One had a blonde shaggy beard and past the shoulders hair. The other two looked as if they could be brothers. They were younger than the shaggy bearded man. They both had red-ish hair, thick eyebrows and were wearing plaid. The only difference was the eyes. One had green, the other blue.

Shaggy had a pistol in his hand, and had a sickening grin planted on his face. Green Eyes and Blue Eyes were standing on either side of him.

Olivia was on the ground in front of them. She was trying to scoot away, but from the position her right ankle was in, she couldn't run anymore.

I wanted to look away, but it was as if I wasn't in power of my body anymore. I stared in horror and dread as Shaggy chuckled and cocked the pistol, pointing it at Olivia.

She pleaded, but I could tell from the fear in her eyes that she knew she was going to die. She knew there was no way they would let her go.

She closed her eyes and with one last chuckle from Shaggy, a loud bang erupted throughout the forest and it was as if black smoke appeared along with the gunshot. My vision was clouded with blackness and the last thing I heard was Paige's soft voice.

"I'm coming."