The Legacy

Chapter 5

Funny thing; my dream didn't come back. The whole time when I was sleeping, which I had no idea how long, there was only a cozy feeling in the back of my mind, like it was sitting in front of a fire, reading a happy book about how amazing life is and rainbows and butterflies.

The image of my brain sitting in front of a fire was crazy enough to lurch me from my sleep--for good, I hoped.

I repeated the same process with my eyes again; I was in the same room, though it was warmer than it had been before. 

"She's awake!" a voice shouted. I pulled myself up on my elbows and squinted at the person. She had curly blonde hair and was wearing tight black clothes and a black leather jacket: the pretty girl from yesterday. As I watched, she stood up, a bright light in her eyes. She came towards me in one long stride and put a hand on my shoulder, pushing me back down.

"Stay here," she said firmly, a stern look on her face. "And don't try to get up." With that she left.

I watched her as she went, throwing open the door and walking out confidently. Rolling my eyes, I pushed myself back onto my hands and threw back the covers. If I was going to be here in a room with the people that tried (well, succeeded) to kidnap me, I at least wanted a weapon to protect myself with. Unfortunatley, there was nothing but books and pillows in the room. But there were books. I scrambled forward and carefully slid off the bed, trying not to let my feet have any contact with the floor. I crawled forward on my hands and knees towards the bookshelf and selected the largest and thickest book I could see at eye level.

Just then the girl's high pitched, tinkling voice came back. 

Murmuring a few curses, I tried to push myself back onto the bed in time, but I was too late. Three people, including the girl, stood in the doorway, peering at me with amused looks. Well, except for the girl. She looked angry. 

"I told you to stay in the bed!" she sputtered, throwing her hands up and coming forward. I scrambled back, holding the book in front of me in defense. She looked confused and paused. "What are you doing?"

I threw the book with a grunt, and it hit her shoulder with a loud thump. She yelped and grabbed at her shoulder, then looked at me incredulously. A few very nasty words slipped out of her mouth and she started forward again, her hand moving to her belt.

I grabbed another book, this one lighter than the last, and threw it, scooting back to the corner of the wall. She dodged this one and advanced, pulling out a shiny black dagger and brandishing it wildly in front of my face. 

I threw book after book, and my arms were starting to get tired. When finally the girl reached my feet, she lunged and fell on top of me, making me fall on my back with a yelp. Her thighs pinned my arms to my sides, and she whipped out the knife, grinning like a maniac. I struggled, trying to wiggle out of her grip, but it was useless.

"Not so lethal now, huh, Soph?" she snarled, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing them down.

Suddenly I was aware of a deep laughter from behind me. Apparently, so was the girl.

A man with chocolate brown skin and warm eyes was holding his belly, guffawing like he watching the funniest thing he'd ever seen. Standing next to him was a younder man with dark brown hair that matched the man's skin and green eyes. He was laughing as well. Laughing at me.

"Should we step in, Dan?" The older man nudged the younger one.

"I suppose so, Boss," he nodded and they both started forward towards me. 

I tried to ignore them and focus on the girl, who was still waving the knife in front of my face threateningly. "Let...me...go..." I managed to squeak through my teeth, breathing hard.