Freak [On Hold]

Chapter 23: He knows

The hallway, clothed in an inky darkness and an erie glow from the lanterns, stood vacant before me. Not a sound was heard, only the steady drip of a broken water pipe somewhere in the distance.
My bright green eyes darted around the abandoned walkway I was all too familiar with. My mind told me to run, but at the same time I felt as if I was meant to explore or press on. This, after all, was my home ever since I was little. An unfortunate home, but sill home.

As I moved to take a step forward, my ears perked at the sudden scuffle of shoes somewhere in the darkness. My tail released a hard flick in displeasure of my surroundings. I began moving at a quick pace, the hallway seeming to have no end.

The footsteps seemed to get louder and closer as I ran, but the hallway never came to an end. I never found the elevators. At this point my mind was racing as the heavy foot steps pounded behind me. Their echoes growing louder and more deafening.

I finally turned to look, releasing a petrified scream as the dark figure engulfed my body wrestling me to the ground. The creature, or whatever he was, grabbed at my hair and my wrists trying to restrain me.

"Harry!" it kept repeating over and over again as it dug it's claws into my skin. I gasped for air as it succeeded in holding me tightly to the ground. It's repeats of my name never ending.

From the darkness then appeared a light off in the distance. It flooded the hallway and illuminated the cells on ether sides of me. My suspicions were correct. I was home. A man became visible as he walked towards me. He seemed to appear or be created from the source of the light. As he came closer I could recognize his eyes and his cropped hair cut.

Mr. Seneca leant down to my level, examining my face and my body.

"Well, I can see you've gotten along well up there haven't you?" his finger traced around the defined edge of one of my biceps and and my jaw line, he smirked more like the devil as he stood.

"Didn't I tell you I would catch you. I swore I would and now here you are. Back to the way things were, the way things were meant to be."

At this point in time I was more confused than ever. I had no recollection of coming here. How in the world had I gotten back down here? had I been sent away from Louis? was I dead? was my biggest question, but there was also a feeling of uneasiness, as if this didn't feel right. Was I dreaming?

As he turned to speak to a guard it occurred to me the voice saying my name on a repetitive loop still had not ceased to stop and the voice seemed more and more familiar as he chanted my name in different frantic tones. Slowly I craned my neck upwards and gasped as the yellow eyes of Ivan came into view.

"Ivan?" a softer and weaker whimper than I expected escaped from my mouth. My best friend. Ivan was working wit-

I never got to finish my thought because the shout of my name became louder and louder. The darkness grew around me, I was soon engulfed in dark, and then light, and before I knew it, I was being shaken awake by Louis Tonlinson.

"Harry!" he shouted over and over again.

I opened my eyes to see his concerned face staring down at me.

"What happened?" I managed to squeeze out of my dry throat.

"I'm assuming you had one of your nightmares again. You screamed like all hell was about to kill you."

"It was that bad?" I whispered.

He nodded and situated himself on my bed so he could look at me.

"What do you dream about?"

"What?"

"What do you dream about that is so terrible? You've been having these dreams for a while now and I can't imagine what a person would have to go through to dream like that. "