Wishes And Demons And Dreams

Chapter 3

The Demon
The Demon wasn't how I remembered what I saw in my house. It Was tall, but it really looked more like a boy with horns than a tall dark and scary evil demon of darkness. He also about looked about my age too, but a look in his eyes told me he was way older.
"What do you want?" I asked, in such a quiet whisper, you could barley here me. "Take me back!" My voice was raising .
He looked like he was going to say something, but changed his mind before the words came. He looked at me with a kind of pity. "I've put some food on that dresser over there," he pointed to the left side of the room near the back. "I'm sorry for this, but it needed to be done. You know the prophecy, so nothing personal, but I needed this job."
A demon, who needed a job? I was starting to think maybe I was kidnapped by a normal person. Then what he said hit me. "What prophecy? I don't know what your talking about! WHAT ARE YOU? WHAT AM I DOING HERE-"
He cut me off. "He hasn't told you has he? Well at least he doesn't know where you are, or we would all be dead. I'm sorry, but it's not my place to tell. You're going to have to wait for the Boss to come back." He stared through the window. "Have you ever seen a fairy?" He asked
I must have looked at him weird because he sighed and said, "Have you ever felt you were being watched? Have you ever seen small movements no one else can see? Maybe you've seen small flying creatures but thought it was a trick of the light?"
I nodded slowly, not sure I could trust him. "I've seen them more recently at my high school Ridgewood. I'm not going to let tell anything more until you tell me two things: 1, if my friends are okay, and 2, what is the prophecy?"
"Your friends are find, besides the fact that they're worried sick trying to find you. I'm afraid I can't tell the rest." He shook his head.
"Why not? You took me, you should at least tell me your name and why you took me!"
"My name is Damien, but as I said I really can't tell you. What I can tell you is, is that your father-" he was cut off by a yell coming from below. He sighed and told me that he would check on me later.
"WAIT!" I yelled. " WHAT ABOUT MY FATHER? PLEASE I NEED TO KNOW!" But it was to late he had already locked the door from the outside, and walked away.
"Please!" I cried. Then I stopped and anger filled me. He had taken me away from my friends, and my mother. They must be worried, right? My mom was not ready to let me go, she wasn't even ready for my last year of high school! Now that was gone too! I was going to get back. Making friends is hard, and now that I've made some I defiantly NOT going to lose them too. I was going to get out of here tomorrow, but first, I needed sleep.
Sleep
I knew as so as my head hit the pillow that dreams were coming.
The wind was wild, and as I looked around, I saw my old home town smashed. Rachel, Jazz, and Faith all lay lifeless in the ruble that was once Rachel's room. The only thing not in pieces was the computer. On the screen, it said "Calling Hope" on FaceTime. They had all come to talk to me at Rachel's house, but never got the chance.
The scene changed. I knew this. Austin running next, and the feeling of grief running through me. This time though, as I let go, I didn't wake up, the dream continued. I fell as I heard Austin's cries, then I was so far down I couldn't hear him anymore. Then, I saw Damien. There was a wind, I stopped falling, and then a saw a knife. As the knife plunged toward me, I started to doge it. Then I woke up.
Morning
I woke up to loud crashing noise. My door was still locked. It sounded like there was a fight going on! I looked through my window to see if there was anything wrong outside, but it seemed as though the world didn't hear all the loud, eardrum breaking noise in this house. People walking by walk like this happened everyday. I got the things of mine, that were actually mine, and put them carefully into a bag, I didn't want to break this random glass from my kitchen, cause my mom would kill me. I cleaned the room to make it normal, and started opening the window.
The window was like it had never been opened. I tried everything I could think of. From prying it open with random tools in the room to smashing the glass. The glass was protected, even I could tell that. The tools I used couldn't stopped and came back like I hit something about 1 or 2 inches away from the window.
I found a weird "stick" under the bed. Stick really wasn't how to describe it, but I didn't care. It was more like a zigzag rod of some metal I had never seen before.
I ran to the window, losing hope and rammed it with the rod. It finally smashed opened! I got my bag and slowly made my way out the window. There was a ledge, so I carefully walked along it. I was only on the second story, so I got on my knees and prepared to drop to the next ledge. A dropped down, and the window was opened so I crawled in, but there was strange feeling as I crawled through. I should have crawled back out, but I was curious.
   My vision started to get dimmer, and I heard foot steps running up to the room I was in. I thought maybe it was Damien coming to help me, but it wasn't. It took me a few seconds to process his face. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was Austin, except he was holding a rod like the one I found under my bed in the room upstairs, and he was in the air. He saw me and his eyes widened. Then, he started to say something to me, and then, everything went dark.