The Nowhere boys and the nowhere girl

Chapter 14 ~ The fearful

My first reaction was to stop but I remember the premonition  I just had witch sent shivers up my spine so instead of stoping like I did in the premonition I continue to circle him; Curiosity was eating at my heart and soul. Questions ran through my mind, Who is he? Where is he from? What is a dream daemon? All of witch could not be answered just yet. "Five of the seven gone" The strange lunatic laughed. He the noticed I was there and added "As the sixth makes an entrance the dragon fairy of flame and spirit". I was so busy thinking I didn't notice Jeffory run into the clearing. The only thing that made me notice him was the yellow man twisting around and sending a projectile at Jeffory. I tried to stop it hitting him with my magic but all it did was send the projectile into his shoulder instead of his head. He collapsed to the ground his body becoming limp like a rag doll and fear covered his face. The other boys were in similar situations. I take a closer look at each as I continue circling the area. Lighting sparks were coming off of them. If he shot them all on site then why does he leave me. "I know what you are Dream Daemon" I call being careful not to make him do anything to me. "Oh. So you saw it too." He laughs his head turning to face me his body following shortly after. I am surprised that this act felt familiar to me. "The last threat got it right" he laughs his eye and clothing going red. "If it is shoot on sight with the boys then why not with me? " ask my feet crossing as I circle maintain eye contact with him. I trip over a log and the eye contact slips. He shoots a beam at me and it hits my arm turning it to stone. I pull my eyes back into the eye contact and continue moving around the area. He says nothing. Just then a girl ran into the edge of the clearing and shot something at my arm turning it back to normal. She had a bag with her. She put her hand into the bag knocking a book out it landed on the ground with no sound whatsoever and the last thing I saw of her was her blonde hair as she disappeared.  I continued to move around the area until I reached the book. The stranger was not paying attention. My thin hand slowly reaches down and grabs the book swiftly pulling it to a secret pocket hidden on the inside of my jacket; it was only just big enough for the book to fit. Something clicked at the back of my mind-or where ever you get sudden thoughts from- he was showing them there worst fears. Well at least I presume that he is showing them there worst nightmares. Waking them up is the only way to save them.

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I slipped across the leafy ground towards my older brother. He lay covered in dirt from the ground , seemingly he had put up a fight; his face was pained as if he were seeing something really bad or at least bad for him. The yellow lunatic had seemingly no idea what I was doing. I pushed my legs onto the ground and sat on them my arm swayed away from my sore body (Apparently being turned to stone has a bad effect on the body. ) to where Lawrence had the same projectile that had knocked Jeffory out -lodged in his right arm- and placed my hand on the golden bullet like electric projectile.  "No stop that" the crazed man yelled as my vision grew distant and my hair became a lovely spirit blue and my eyes glowed cobalt blue.
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I was stranded in a completely black box. There was no light and seemingly no exit and no light switch. I staggered forwards and placed my hand onto the blank wall in front of me so that I could take the pressure off of my feet. The room suddenly lit up as I felt the wall I was leaning on become a smother material -Glass. Thrown aback I staggered away from the wall and lent my back on the wall behind me. I slid  down the wall so my knees where drawn up to my face and I looked up, Staring at the glass I peaked in on my brothers worst fear.
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Lawrence was stood in the middle of a room that looked like my -our- living room. The walls in our living room were a cream white colour.  The floor was a light white wooden floor and on the floor in the center of the room is a elegant circular red rug with a fire bird surrounded but a red ring. This was a recurring symbol in our home. There was one long cream sofa in our lounge it ran from half way of the right wall to half way at the back. This sofa was decorated with 3 white square pillows with the same Red logo on each. These pillows had our names on them mums name, my name and Lawrence's name -There used to be 5 one with dads name on it and one with a name I don't recognize-. There was a glass coffee table in the room adjacent to the sofa ; this was normal decorated with white coffee cups and plates of the same colour although now it was clear and you could see the coasters with the red logo on it.  He moved over to the couch clearly worn out and collapsed on to it, then I ran into the living room "You did it again" I stated turning my back to him my pony tail flipped around like a savage auburn whip. He leaned his head to the right "I did what" he said genuinely confused about what I was talking about "Took my phone. Now give it back" I demanded quite clearly angry for whatever reason. "Um... Ok." He said fishing around in his pocket for it and then hastily through it at me "Good" I said and stalked off. Then someone came into the room. This man had no face and no hair he moved his way towards my loving brother and smashed his over the back of the head with the end of his gun. "NOO! BRO!" I yelled throwing my self at the glass and phasing through it; I landed with a crash on top of the coffee table not smashing it as I wasn't really there. My feet tore at the wood as I rushed over to him when I entered the room. "Oi keep it..... Lawrence" I said rushing into the room. BANG. The gun. He fired the gun. At me. I am bleeding. I rushed over and found no pulse the scarlet blood staining the white wood floor a horrific shade of Crimson. Lawrence woke up with a start and rushed over to her "Chloe" he said shaking her attempting to wake her. He was failing abysmally. I put my hand on this version of my head and wished to get into he body ... And it worked. The only way to wake him up without killing this him would be to grab his hand and force both of us out. So I did. I forced her body up spilling more blood on our beautiful floors and grab his wrist with an iron grip and tried to pull us out.
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Hello guys
Sorry it been a while. I have been busy at school with GCSES but now schools out for the summer so I have some time anyway the next chapter might have a big twist in it. I wanted to thank hcorbet for helping me at school and I would like to wish her well now that she has left.