The Dreams

Chapter 12

When I wake up Eugene and Peter were hovering over me. Their mouths were moving but I didn't hear anything. Panic was on their faces and Peter had tears streaming down his face. Eugene also had a tear or two. I try to move but there is a sharp pain in my stomach and a ringing in my ears. All I could manage to do is twitch my fingers. I shut my eyes searching for Dad. Everything was so dark.
"DAD!"
I screamed in my head. Suddenly a bright light filled around me.
"Ivy! RUN!!"
He yells. I start running toward the light.
"NO IVY RUN AWAY!!!"
He yells.
"IVY FIGHT RUN!"
Grandma?
"RUN!"
Grandpa?
"FIGHT THE DARKNESS!!"
So I run away from all the voices away from the light. Then the green mist fills around me and I open my eyes again and belt upright. I was gasping for air. Eugene and Peter hugged me.
"Don't EVER do that again."
Eugene said in all seriousness. I look down at my hands the mist was around my fingertips. What just happened? I have so many questions! But what if that happens again? What if I was dying? What if this necklace is killing me? The questions swirled around in my mind. But I have to- wait is Eugene hugging me? His arms were in a death grip.
"Um, Eugene."
I manage to choke out. He loosens his grip and I hear a sniffle. He wipes his face. Peter was smiling. I go and hug Peter.
"Go take a shower now Bub. I'll be fine."
Peter goes up stairs. I head to the kitchen and hold my head.
"Are you ok?"
Eugene questions.
"Y-yes. Just a little dizzy."
He came in arms length of me. I look at the clock. 12:30?!
"How long was I out?"
"2 hours."
He says with a sad twang in his voice.
"Were you crying?"
"No, I had a scratch in my throat."
"Eugene, you still need your shirt on."
"It didn't fit either."
"Ugh, follow me."
We went to moms closet.
"Pick out a shirt that fits."
He goes through some when a bunch of gun-shot sounds came from out side. I run out of the closet and up to my room. I pull on my jacket and gloves as fast as I could. And ran back downstairs. The door knocks down.
"The freak is here!"
There was 20- some guys with guns. I put up a mist wall around me. The guns started to fire. They bounced off the wall. Then I stopped them. I looked at the guys shooting, they looked back at me with fear. The bullets fall and I get dizzy. I must be overworking my powers. Eugene peeked his head out of the door. He opened it and started to run I stopped him before they saw him. I whispered 'Take care of Petey for me... Please' he shook his head no as tears started to stream down his face. One of the guards hit me in the back of the head.  Everything swirled away.
[Quick Switch To Third Person View.]
They guards picked up Ivy's limp body and dragged her out to the police van. Once they all left Eugene fell to the floor and sobbed.
"Peter needs her!.... I-...."
Peter runs down the stairs.
"WHERE IS IVY?!"
He says.
"They.... She.... I..."
"They got her didn't they...."
Peter says getting choked up.
"Yes. We are going to get her back."
[Back To Ivy]
I flicked my eyes open. I looked around. Is this a S.W.A.T van? I still have my necklace. Ok. WAIT EUGENE! PETER! I try to move. Ok I'm cuffed. I hope they didn't hear that. The van stopped. Two of the guards grabbed my elbows and dragged me in the prison.
"We have the freak."
"My name's Ivy, you dummy."
A guard turns around.
"Hiya Rus! Did ya miss me?"
"No, how old are you? 11, 12?"
"Try 17, freak. How old are you? 49? 60?"
They dragged me to a cell. #5094.
They throw me in and I look around. A cot hanging off the wall. A toilet, a table, mirror. It looked like a standard cell. Now how am I getting out?