Dreams

Chapter 5

"Harley! Harley help me please! Please Harley help me!" She heard a voice say. She was in some sort of old factory building. Her heart was pounding as she started to panic. She didn't know where she was or why she was there. "Harley," the voice said again, "p-please h-help me!" The voice sounded vaguely familiar as she ran towards the ardent cry. "Harley! I'm b-begging you! H-help m-m-me!" The voice sounded synonymous to someone she knew, but she just couldn't figure out who it was. Then, it hit her; she immediately new who it was. It was Blake Taylor; the boy who was always watching her was screaming for her help. As she did not have time to contemplate, she sprinted towards his pleading voice.

"H-Harley. I-I c-can't l-last a-any l-onger." Each time he said something he sounding as if he were getting weaker and weaker; as if he were shivering. "I'm coming Blake!" Harley yelled. She turned the corner and there he was; covered in ice. His eyes were bright red as was the rest of his body. His hands were moving at speeds no one could even imagine. "H-Harley.........p-please....I...can't......it's t-t-too c-cold."

What's going on? Harley was thinking. I feel fine. Why is he freezing to death? It's not even cold in here.

While she was thinking about what was going on, she heard the a soft whisper; sort of like a laugh. When she looked back at Blake, he was on the ground barely moving; hand still shaking. "Run." he said.

"But-"

"Go! Run! Now!" he said with all the strength that he could muster. As a tear ran down her cheek, she got up to run, but it was too late. She saw these things. They stood at least ten feet tall with gray skin and dark eyes. The palms of their hands were glowing a light orange. Harley knew she had seen them before, but she doesn't remember where or when.

"Please stop! I'll do anything! Just please stop hurting him!" Seconds later, they stopped their assail and stared at her. "If you come with us, we will leave him" one of the hissed.

"Why do you want me? Or either of us?"

"Let's just say that the two of you have assets- a flair- within you that no one else has but us. We want it. So either you forfeit yourself or the boy. Which will it be?"

"Hurry up and choose or we will choose for you." Harley had to think about the barter. Either she risk her life or let Blake die. Something inside of her deterred her from making a decision, but she had to do the right thing. "Take me and help him." she said with no mania in her voice.

One of the things grabbed her violently by the arm and dragged her away. She dared not to wrangle or stymie the creature for the situation might become worse.

This whole scenario was definitely innovative to Harley. A million things were going through her mind. What flairs was he talking about? Are they contagious? Are they doing this for some sort of bonanza or something?What are they going to do with me? What's going to happen to Blake?

Minutes later, she was in a whole different room. There was a examination table in the middle with different tools and supplies on a table next to it. Above the table was an extremely bright light. It reminded Harley of a doctor's office. The thing flung her onto the table. He sat next to her and gave her the most hideous smile. "If you relax, this won't hurt a bit." Harley then saw a needle in his hand as he brought it closer to her goose bumped skin.

Harley bolted her eyes shut when the needle punctured her flesh. When she opened them, she was in her room with the comforting warmth of her bed surrounding her.