Red Walls: a Ghost Hunt fanfiction

Chapter 2: Mai's Dream

(A/N Well, I had some school work to do, I had to make a Power Point with 300 words and at least 10 descriptive facts about Smallpox. Damn, time for system override if I'm going to get this done. I actually had a lot more positive feed back than I had ever planned for. So... Thanks! It keeps me writing!)

No POV

"We're here, Naru," Lin called. Naru however, was lost in his concerning thoughts for Mai, because she hadn't woken up in over two hours. 'Mai... Wake up because... Because you need to help unpack.' Naru stopped and momentarily pondered what his original train of thought about Mai was. But when he could not bring up a logical answer, he decided that if he didn't remember, it couldn't have been that important.

Naru turned to Lin after a moment of thought. "I think she's having a dream- I tried to wake her up, but she's not likely too." Lin, understanding as he was, just nodded and started to unpack the van.

Mai POV

When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by darkness, it felt familiar. So I assumed I was in a dream. I looked around, 'Gene'll be here any minute now. Who knows what trouble I might get into without him.' See, I always loved Gene... as family. He gave kind smiles and reassured me in my times of crisis, and helped me back on my feet. But Gene wore smiles often on his face, so they ment less to me. But Naru's smiles were so rare and so charming, they made my heart flutter just thinking about them. Gene was dead, so he technically only guided me in times of crisis. But whenever I was physically in danger, Naru was there to physically put himself in harms way to help me! Yes, I loved Gene, but my love for Gene was nothing but a pebble compared to a mountain range when it came to Naru.

As my thought process came to an end, I noticed the background had faded into a different scene when I was lost in my thoughts. Finely polished furnishing was spread about the house, and the walls were granite, red drapes hanging over the french windows. I appeared to be in a old Victorian home. I walked into the nearest open door which led to a girls room, I was surprised to see a girl with long black hair standing before me. Stumbling back, I remembered I was in a dream, and my subconscious could not make contact with anything. The girl made no notice of me, instead, she walked over to her door, trying to close it. I noticed the girl looked slightly panicked, although to others she might have looked completely normal. After working with Naru for years, I was excellent at reading facial expressions. The girl walked  quietly over to the door, her red silk dress swaying along with her polished black hair.

But just before the girl could close the door, a hand wrapped around the door frame. A man with a grin from ear to ear walked in. The girl looked terrified for a moment, but quickly covered it up with a cheery (fake) smile. "Hello, uncle!" The spoke with a royal English accent, making me think hard about what exactly she had just said. I didn't know anything about that man, but when he gave a wicked smile in reply to the girl, my 'animal instincts' as Naru would call it, went into a frenzy.

"No!" I panicked, running towards the girl. "Don't go near that man! He's not here for what you think!" I had no idea how I knew that, or even if it was correct or not, but I had to get that poor girl out of there. Just before I reached the girl however, a hand wrapped around my own shoulder.

I whipped around, relaxing when I saw that it was Gene. "Leave it, Mai." He stated simply, turning towards the scene playing out in front of us. After a moment of hesitation, I followed suit, turning towards the girl and her 'uncle'. Again the man smiled, licking his lips. The man suddenly grabbed the girl, pinning her against the elegantly wallpapered wall. He began trying to forcibly rip her dress from her body, starting at the shoulders. He yanked the silky fabric until it cut off the girls blood circulation, and then finally began to rip.