Children of the New Dawn n-logy: Book 1 - Facilitated.

Chapter 20: ''Taken..''

Dylan finally manages to get some rest. His breathing is calm, as he inhaled and exhaled relaxingly. A phone buzzed on the counter. This woke Dylan. At first his eyes moved slowly, blurry and blinking to adjust to his surroundings. Then he woke up completely, and shuffled up sitting. He looks around the room, forming shadows and monsters that have now entrained themselves in his head getting comfortable torturing him. He picked up the phone and read the notification. 

 =𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞: 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭... 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭. = 

 He looked at the phone in anger, gritting his teeth. He removed the blanket, slipped on shoes and a jacket. He sneaked past the open rooms, and Fae's bedroom, where the door had been slightly open. He closed it quietly before continuing down. Exiting the house, he ran outside to the gate but he saw no way out. Turning around and looking in all directions, he saw trees formed in one bundle. He ran to the forest, and started walking through holding a flashlight up. Some of the grass had been moss, and too soft causing Dylan to lose some balance. He reached the end, to see a dirt road. Jogging out, panting and sweating. Dylan made it out, and saw a sign labelled as "Private Property" as he left. He put on his GPS and followed the small arrow pushing on a blue highlighted line. Almost 20 minutes of walking and he made it to Claire's building. It was quite tall, almost a skyscraper of buildings. The front had been made of large glass panels. He went into the entrance and waited for the elevator. He pressed the button, and it took him slowly and surely to Claire's room. Enclosed in a box, suffocating with thoughts. The buttons going blurry, the room becoming liquified, stretching out and forming shapes. "Ding", the elevator spoke and the doors opened slowly, revealing a hallway of doors and a view from the above. He walked passing the rooms to the last door, that had been closest to the glass panels, overviewing the busy streets, people walking and lights turning from red, to green, to yellow in time intervals. Someone unlocked the door. Someone being Dylan's teacher wearing a robe and holding a glass of champagne smirking. Before she could even speak, he let himself in and she closed the door. "I told you we were supposed to stop! Didn't I?!" He turned around and pointed at her, angrily as she stood in shock. "Dylan, what happened?" She put down her glass and sat on the sofa parting a side for him to sit. He refused. "Go and tell anyone you want. I know you won't because you desperate and alone, and I gave you more than anyone would. You stay away from me. I'm done, and if you push on I'm calling the police and charging you for assault", he spoke as he head towards the door. "Dylan wait", she stood up and followed him grabbing his arm, but Dylan tried jiggering it off and screamed out, "Don't touch me!" He looked at her coldly. "I'm sorry, but you need to calm down and tell me what you want okay? I'm sorry", she looked desperately, her eyes getting glossy from the tears forming. He looked at her, and spoke "I want you to get as far away from me as possible. I never want to see you again." That's when it happened. Her eyes, her pupils grew larger, and colour changed to a bright radiant green. Before her pupil lost its shape, and spiraled around her eye. She let go of his arm, and turned to the side next to him. She started running towards the glass pane window. "What are you doing? Claire stop!" Dylan chased after her. She ran into it, and the glass broke. She was then wrapped around a curtain as she fell down several stories. Hitting the ground with the thud, people started running and screaming. Some watched, and recorded. Dylan curled up into a ball in the corner and screamed. He just screamed in shock. His eyes struck with terror. His hands shaking and his breathing too fast to be saved. A car pulled up to the curve next to the woman that had fallen. Men came out and sent to the bystanders away from the scene. A lady, in black heels bent down and removed the curtain off her face. She looked into Claire's eyes, and her cracked skull. Her pupils still in a spiral but then formed its shape again, this time lifeless and dead eyes. She looked up to the glass panel and walked into the building. Some men followed her holding black duffel bags, as they all fit into the elevator. They arrived at the floor, and didn't bother knocking. They kicked it open. They walked in and saw the frightened Dylan. "No please I didn't mean it! I didn't do it, she just jumped! Oh my God, please!" He pleaded but nobody listened. The woman watched as the men grabbed his arms, but Dylan wasn't still. He kicked and shoved. Pleading and screaming. The lady rolled her eyes. "This for your own good. They are sending you to prison. We're sending you somewhere they will understand." She walked up holding a needle and stick it in Dylan's side. His movements went slower and weaker. Until he was gone. Asleep. "Call the others to clean up this mess." She walked with the other men, holding the boy. Taking the stairs.