"My mum went missing?" I ask, unable to process it.
Patiently Sergio nods and somehow able to sense my next question he adds, "no, the photo isn't of her. Sorry Blair, I don't know who that is."
"I still reckon Blair looks like her," Kotey chimes as I put the locket over my head.
"I wonder who she is," I say as the pendant rests against my chest.
They don't answer, just walk back to the sofa. Kotey starts making up a bed with ratty blankets on the sofa, Sergio has two sleeping bags and lays them on the floor in front of the make-shift bed. The bags have clearly had better days, but that doesn't seem to bother Sergio as he lies down, wrapping the stuffing-spewing fabric around him.
"I'm not sleeping on the floor," Kotey complains as soon as Sergio's eyes close.
"Fine with me," I shrug and climb into the less distressed bag.
Kotey grins like a kid in a sweet shop as he all but collapses on the cushions. He wriggles around, making dust clouds blossom around him. It makes me sneeze and there's something almost smug about Kotey's laugh.
I roll my eyes and roll around, trying to find the comfortable part of the floor. If I pretend I can almost feel a soft and bouncy mattress under me. The sleeping bag becomes silky sheets and I drift off.
I open my eyes and I'm standing in a large room furnished and decorated in pink. It looks rich and when I look out of the large window I get an excellent view of the grounds below. Empty apart from a few guards pacing along the garden beds. Everything seems so miliaterised, everything is like clockwork. I watch the guards; one, two, three, four steps then turn and repeat. The motion is repetitive and I turn away from the window before I start marching along.
The door opens and before the owner of the heavy footsteps could reach me the scene changes. I'm now running through abandoned streets, I see an eye at a glassless window and gravitate towards it. I reach the building and the eye blinks, disappearing into the darkness.
Footsteps echo behind me and turning round I see that I've been followed by a guy who's features are scarily blank. He's one of the guards from the garden, there are grass stains on his knees. There's a gun, or knife in his hand. It's hard to tell what it is, the shape won't settle. My mind can't form the images.
"You von't get avay from me this time," the German doctor's voice floats around.
I turn my head and try to get away when I hear more footsteps. Strangely enough, my heart starts beating faster. Not in fear, like I'm actually happy I get to play the damsel in distress.
It's Sergio. What is he doing here?
Sergio picks up a chain - that my mind has convientently decided to create - and charges forward. The guard doesn't have a clue that Sergio is behind him as he advances closer.
The guard's grubby hands reach me just before he falls and cracks his head off the ground. I step away from the body, feeling an odd lightness against my legs.
"What are you doing here?" I ask.
He doesn't answer and asks instead, "what are you wearing?"
I look down and see that I'm wearing a light cotton dress, "A dress so? What are you doing here?"
"You were having a nightmare, I stepped into help. Why are you wearing a dress?"
I shrug. My mind running a million miles an hour. It would be easier - and probably safer - for him just to wake me up. It's what Kotey would have done - scratch that, he'd throw water over me.
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Project: Hero
Teen Fiction"You might be a killer, but I don't think you're a monster." The government has taken over the nation in a totalitarian state. But there are a select few who stand in its way. And that is those with the moon Tattoos. Each possesses a strange power a...
