Collide (Hiatus)

Kelly/Adam |Dreams|

*Kelly's POV*

I twist and turn in my bed as I try to get comfortable while looking up at the ceiling. I haven't gotten sleep in days, I keep having this same dream that is really messing with my head.

I'm laying on a bed, strapped down with tubes running in and out of my views and looking at a screen that is checking my vitals. All of a sudden these two men rush in and start drawing more and more blood before I eventually jump back up, waking from my dream before it comes to a finish.

I sigh as I slip out of my room to go get something to drink. I move slowly down the steps, almost and completely traumatized by my dream. I walk into the kitchen rubbing my eyes as I pull out some chai tea and start to brew it.

The machine makes a loud sound which I try to muffle with my hands like that will help. When the noise finally stopped I walked around the kitchen before looking out of a nearby window as I waited for my tea.

All of a sudden I get this weird feeling as if someone is watching me, I stare directly out of the window and I see nothing so I go to turn away, but as I do I see a figure in the distance that doesn't quite fit along the line of trees in our backyard.

My eyes focus in on the thing and I see that it is a person. Standing as still as a statue just staring at me. I wanted to scream, but all I could do was stare since it almost felt as if my throat closed up. The more I stared I realized that it was a sort of tall man, unmoving. I turned and slid down with my back against the bottom cabinets of the sink to see my father standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking at me before putting a finger to his lips and grabbing the phone to dial 911 before crawling across the floor to hold my tightly.

When I gain my voice I don't even move, I lay still in my father's embrace as he talks to the operator.

"W-who.. who was that?" I ask slowly.

My father sits there not saying anything before answering. "Probably a creeper.. The police are on their way." he says.

I nod and close my eyes trying to figure out how to breathe again.

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*Adam's POV*

I lay still on the couch looking around the room as not being able to sleep as Simon and Timothy lay sleeping on the floor. They look so peaceful as they slept, like they didn't have a care in the world. That's what it was supposed to be like.

I laid down, turning away from them as I looked up at the ceiling almost falling asleep as I kept my eyes on it. Then I noticed that it was a little too quiet, like there was something happening.

All of a sudden I looked to my left and saw the front door knob turn. It made a creaking noise but soon clicked as it was locked. I say bolt upright, thanking God that it was shut before I looked down at my brothers.

The person must've stopped because the knob stopped turning and soon I glanced to my left seeing the back door knob slowly turning and as I did, I grab my brother Timothy slinging him over my shoulder before shaking Simon awake and making him get up as we briskly ran to the back of rooms to the right of the house. I put Timothy down in a nearby closet in some small blankets and directed a now on alert Simon in there with him before closing the door of the closet just as I hear the back door creak open.

It boggles my mind how they even got it open as I walk quickly and quietly through the house standing at a wall close to the backdoor.

I hear the person creep into the house slowly as I lean up against the wall pressing my back to it. The person has heavy footsteps, so I guess it is a man and just as he barely walks past where I am standing, I throw all my weight into him and we go crashing into the floor. We both try to wrestle to gain control and I finally I have the strength to get my hands around his throat to at least get him down. He looks up at me, his green eyes almost glowing as they bulge out of his skull.

Then I realize something, I don't want to kill him. I want to know why he's here. I hold his throat just like that until he seems to have passed out then I slung him over my shoulder and carried him outside to my workshop.

I sat him upright in a nearby chair and tied him up the tightest I could before sitting in front of him. I sat there still a bit terrified about what had just happened and waited for him to gain consciousness again.

He soon starts to shift in the chair and I sit up. He opens his eyes and stares directly into mine slightly frowning.

I grimace. "Why are you here?" I ask curiously as I stand and cower over him.

He doesn't answer, instead he turns his head and looks over at some of the things I was working on.

"Who sent you here?" I ask in a harsher tone.

He still doesn't answer as he looks around my workshop, obviously recovering quickly from the weight I threw at his side earlier.

I find myself getting even more frustrated as he continues to ignore me. "Why are you here?!" I ask angrily.

I stand there breathing heavily.

He turns his head to face me and smirks and his voice comes out surprising calm as he stares at me.

"I'm here to kill you."