Twisted

Chapter 3: Fear

There was a wild crowd of people. It was chaos. Big men in black helmets and automatic guns, many of them had big clear shields, pushing the crowds back. They were shouting and yelling. A few had dog that growled and bared their teeth, snarling. Some where behind them there was a wild screechy scream. The crowd panicked and surged forwards.

I clung to the woman who was carrying her on her hip. Her other hand was pulling a boy. 

"Stephen! Stay close!" The woman cried. She had to stop and coughed, it was a hard wet cough. Something like flehm came out, and she had to bend over and spit it onto the ground. 

"Mama? Are you okay?" I squeaked.

"Yes baby girl, mama is fine." She said, her voice was thin and raspy. 

"Mom? Why do we have to be here? It's loud and scary!" Stephen asked, he was clinging tightly to their mother's arm. 

"Because, Dear, this is where your Uncle told us to come." She sighed. 

She pushed to the front of the crowd, where the men with huge shields stood. I got banged and elbowed a few times in the crowed, people kept turning to yell at them, but mother didn't care she pushed and elbowed her way to the front, her other hand clamped tight around Stephen's hand. I was placed on the ground and we were told to wait. I clung to the boys hand. 

"I'm scared!" I whispered, tears in my eyes.

"Me too! But mom said...mom told me our Uncle is going to take care of us for a bit, where its safe, away from those...things."

"The things like Daddy turned into?" I squeaked, terrified. 

Their dad had started to get meaner, and always angry, he would scream and throw things, saying voices were in his head, and things were crawling inside his head. Mom locked him in the basement after he had attacked me and was choking me, all because I sneezed and it was too loud. He lunged out of the chair and nocked my small three year old self off the stool and he started to choke me. Stephen had grabbed a pot and hit him in the head and mom dragged him to the basement and locked the door, crying the whole time. 

The boy nodded. Their mother showed up and pulled us a little ways away. She lifted Stephen up, giving him a hug. 

"I love you, Stephen! Remember I love you! Take care of your sister!" 

She handed the boy over to a man in a high necked sweater. Mother then bent down and picked me up, I hugged her tight. 

"Remember baby girl, I love you so much! Take care of your brother! Listen to your Uncle." 

She handed me over, lifting me over the shoulders of the guards in black.

"Rachel, you made the right choice. We will save humanity, dear sister." The man with the sweater, their uncle apparently, said to their mother. 

The huge guards grabbed me and my brother and carried us away from our mother, I cried and called out to her. We both did, Stephen and my both reached our hands out, calling for her to come back. 

I woke with a gasp. That was a weird dream, but it felt more real, more concert; like the memories from the changing. I lay panting in the hospital bed. I remembered something! Tommy's real name was Stephen. I frowned, he didn't seem like a Stephen. He was Thomas...Tommy. Any other name seemed weird.  With my mind racing I heard foot steps outside my room. It was dark out there, like it was night time and they had the lights off.