Signs of a Storm

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter 16: Vivid Dreams

I was in a hallway.

And halfway down I could see someone. It was the same guy from a week ago. His hair was the same jet black. His biker’s jacket hadn’t changed. And his tanned face had an unfriendly scowl upon it. This was the man who was about to kill me in my dreams.

Was I still dreaming?

I had no clue. It was so vivid. It seemed real.

“Good to see you again.” He was right in front of me now. Even though he looked murderous, his accent was cute. British; He was from Britain. And I had a feeling if he weren’t so fixed on trying to kill me, he may be handsome. But not in this case.

“What do you want?” I stood strong.

“Well, there are a lot of things to put in that category. But for now, I have a task that requires you terminated. The rewards are worth it though.” He gave a crooked grin. As crooked as his own self-being. That was awful.

But let’s think about who wants me dead;

Zeus (whom I’ve had past experiences with)

Nico (nice guess, but probably not right)

An Unknown Force (its unknown, how would I know?)

If you guessed lucky letter ‘A’, then sadly you’re right.

Zeus probably sent this guy to kill me instead of getting his own hands dirty. And to me, that’s absolutely revolting. What did I ever do him? Did I accidently blow up one of his favorite places? (That’s actually a possibility) But lately I hadn’t exploded any “Rainforest Cafés” or any “Thunderbolt Cafés” that I’d known of.

But when I looked up at the guy again, he’d disappeared. I was alone. But only for a brief moment. Then I appeared in my old school classroom. The walls were the same since I had left. The white board hadn’t changed at all either. Still learning about pi. How weird.

As I sat in my chair, I looked around. Nobody was in here except me. I blinked once, and then suddenly every student was here. Now I knew I was dreaming. They acted the same as they always had. Loud, obnoxious, rambunctious. And to top it off, welcome back the horrifying, terrible, Ms. Bridges. She was trying to teach a lesson. Nobody paid attention, like usual. I shrunk back into my seat, afraid she’d see me. Too late.

“Tara Hullinger. Answer the equation.” She snarled with distaste, like she remembered everything and hated me. I carefully sat up and studied the board. It was an impossible equation for someone like me to answer. The 3’s got mixed up with the 8’s. I was beyond utterly confused. But still I tried to answer the best I could.

“Three and five hundredths?” I completely winged it and guessed. Her dissatisfied face showed I guessed wrong.