Dreaming Reality

Chapter 3

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That is Noel to the right BTW.

Chapter 3

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Reagan watched as the boy walked on the gravel road through the chilly, starless night, the only sound coming from the soles of his feet with every step he took. His hands were buried deep in the pockets of his dark jeans fighting out the cold. He couldn’t have been more than 16 or 17 with youth radiating from his body. Reagan couldn’t be sure though, because his back was turned to her.

 There was a dark figure in the distance that was hidden in the shadows under the overhang of a roof, waiting. Waiting for the boy? Reagan mentally asked. She couldn’t decide.

The boy anxiously looked around, his face now too far for Reagan to see. He met the figure, which looked to be a man, under the roof of the rustic looking building.

Reagan’s body started floating in the direction of the two and she tried to stop it, but the control over her body was no longer hers. She was being swept to the men whether she wanted to or not.

When she got closer, she was able to make out some of the features on the face of the older man. He looked to be in his mid-twenties and had a thin, long nose the stuck out from between two sunken eyes. His mouth was turned down in a scowl as he spoke. “What do you mean it didn’t work?! I specifically tell you to do this little thing and you can’t do it correctly? I raised your rank, because I thought you were going to be useful to me! I guess I thought wrong.” The man looked furious with the younger boy. He was rubbing his knuckle of one hand with the other, restraining the urge to strike him.

“I did everything you asked, the way you said to. It didn’t work. They knew I was coming, and they took up guard before I could complete the mission.” Although Reagan was facing the boys back, she could tell that he was both scared and nervous by the slight shaking of his voice. He seemed so inferior to the man.

“Can I trust that you will take care of what you have done?” The man looked expectantly at the boy, his eyes boring into his.

“How…how could I…with so many people? One man can’t whip that many people alone. It would be suicide.” The boy’s voice rose at the last statement and he stood up straighter. Shock and fear were dripping from his every word.

Whip? Whip what? Reagan thought. Just then Reagan realized that not once, while she was standing there, did either of the men notice her. It was almost as if she was invisible. Could they not see her?

“Then it shall be so,” were the last words out of the man’s mouth before he backed up further into the shadows of the building and seemed to disappear.

The boy, with his back still turned to Reagan, ran his hands along his face in both anger and fear, anger toward himself for not correctly completing the task that had been allotted to him and fear for what would happen now.

Reagan mentally begged the boy to turn around, just so that she could put a face with the body she saw, but her wish was never granted. The scene started to fade out as the boy began to turn around and trod the way he had come, but before he was all the way around, the image completely disintegrated. 

The next thing she heard was a loud ringing, vibrating through her whole body.

Reagan lifted her hand and looked around her. Students were gathering their belongings and rushing out the door, as the bell rang. She glanced up at the clock and it occurred to her that it was the final bell of the day, releasing students from the boundaries of the school.