Taryn put up a mighty fight. Mighty! There was kicking, scratching, biting, hitting, screaming, swearing, smashing, bashing, pushing, shoving and a poor attempt at a flying kick. She wasn’t leaving. Just because there as no one to look after her, didn’t mean she had to leave, right? No amount of struggling seemed to help. These people had come prepared. They’d obviously seen her school report!
Katherine sat in the car. She wasn’t talking to the woman driving, she was putting a sulk. Not that it mattered. This woman wasn’t talking back either! Katherine thought about Tallis, her poor sister must have been so scared! Wondering where her big sister was, Katherine began to cry the woman pulled over to give her some tissues. Katherine looked at her, she studied her face. She knew that made people nervous, when you just look at a person but say nothing, it was working. Katherine took the box of tissues, muttered ‘Thank you.’, and returned to silence.
Dean had unpacked. He had stuck up some posters. He had made this new room as alike to his old room as possible, but it didn’t work. He wasn’t in his old room he was in a care home. He sat on ‘his’ bed and sunk into melancholy. As the rooms colour faded to grey he stared at his clock, three minutes had passed.
Four minutes.
Five.
“Let go of me. Get off you cow!”
Dean jumped and slipped of the bed. He scrambled to his window.
“Taryn. Language.” said a tall lady, probably a social worker, to a young girl. It was the girl that caught Dean's eye he felt he knew her. She was fighting the social worker for her bags. Dean watched. He wasn’t looking at what was happening he was simply looking at Taryn. Almost staring right through her. He knew her. He was sure.
*
The Hospital was bland, every wall was slicked in the same monotone turquoise. Harry rushed down the labyrinth of hallways, following the doctor. He would have been here sooner if they hadn’t of made him sign the form. They passed a No Entry sign and entered a Hospital Staff only lift. Harry started to feel uneasy. The doctor’s finger graced the floor buttons from the 6th floor down to the ground floor and then she pushed the empty space underneath. A capacitive button flashed. Harry watched in shock. “Where are we going.” The doctor looked at him sympathetically.
“Floor 0.5.” The words hung in the stale air awaiting clarification. The lift spoke.
“First Floor, Ground Floor, F-F-Floor. Identification Required.” The Doctor inserted her Hospital Pass into a slot and the lift beeped, the doors opened onto a blinding white floor with a doorway heading left, beyond the doorway was hidden by plastic flaps.
”Where is she?” Harry asked, his voice squeaked.
“Through here Mr. Davidson.”
He went through the plastic flaps.
“Which bed?”
“Number 8, we don’t know what happened she was just doing the last round.’
“Monica? It’s Harry, are you okay?”
He stared down at the pale lifeless body. Suddenly her eyes flashed open.
“Fire and ice!” She growled.
“Monica? What… what are you saying?” Harry began to panic.
“Fire and ice! Fire and ice! Fire and ice!” She howled with a satanic voice.
Harry was screaming now “Why is she saying that!” Monica’s eye’s had gone bloodshot and she wasn’t breathing but she kept chanting.
“Fire and ice! Fire and ice! Fire and ice!”
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Quest (The Quest Saga)
Fantasy"Fire and ice, Good and Bad, Heroes and Villains, All together at end of the sand, Good will fall." The land of Astran is crumbling and it's inhabitants must find a new home. Meanwhile Dean, Katherine and Taryn are three young teenagers whose parent...
