Won't Catch Me!

The Dimensioneer Series -

Don’t Catch Me!

Can’t Catch Me!

Won’t Catch Me!

Please read the other books in the series before you read this one - they are all available on Wattpad.

<Please see below for a summary of the earlier books for those of you who need a reminder!>

Before I start this story I will ask you, most humbly, to vote on this story.  I have gifted you this series to read for free please show your appreciation by voting.  If you don’t like it please tell me - I won’t learn anything if you don’t tell me what I am doing wrong.  I post here to make my writing better so I will appreciate all comments - good and bad - providing that they are constructive not just ‘this sucks’!  Tell me why it sucks in your opinion, I won’t get angry.

I would also like to say that I vowed to not publish this before I finished it... I haven’t finished it... At this current point in time, I’m half way through.  Therefore I won’t be uploading as fast as I hoped.  I want to have a buffer of a few chapters so that I can go back and edit them as I’m writing forward.

Please enjoy!

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Won’t Catch Me!

Book Three - The Dimensioneers

CompulsiveWriter

Copyright © 2013 Maree O’Brien

All rights reserved by the author

British English (BrE)

This is a work of fiction. Name, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, organisations, events, groups, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Prologue

Damn, someone was here.

I pushed myself back against the cool surface of the wall. In the dim light of the room the silhouette moved confidently.  He turned and I couldn’t help but gasp as his face came into view. 

No, it couldn’t be!  What was he doing here?  He shouldn’t be here. 

More importantly - whose side was he on?

Luckily he didn’t hear me.  He was searching for something.  He threw back the heavy curtains letting a shaft of light pierce the gloom.

Was he looking for me?  Did he know we were here?

Joel!  Where was Joel?  Had he been found? 

I slowly turned my head and listened for leather boots marching, the rattle of gun metal, the sound of a scuffle, or anything that would give me a hint as to what was happening outside this room.