When dreams become nightmares

Chapter 8 - killing Jenna

He latched onto my hand, dragging me through the halls. I couldn't feel the panic surging through him. The seconds literally ticking away. We fled through a couple of doors before I realised the people subtly watching or following us. Guessing that means the time was up. He was moving faster now, glancing back at the followers. He pulled me ahead of him, and began pushing from the back. I could hear and feel his breath in the back of my neck. He brushed his black suit jacket away from his waist, hovering his hand over a black gun. I pulled my eyes away and kept moving. I could feel Garfield's fear on my back. The blonde fur coat brushing against my bare legs as we travelled through the hospital. I wondered where sapphire was, if she knew where I was. The thought hung in my head for just a second before black figures emerged in front of us. We both skidded to a stop. The men wore balaclavas hiding their faces and identities. One of Garfield's arms pushed me behind him. The men stood firmly in front of us. Garfield stood in front of me. Everyone just stood around, waiting for something, for someone. No one moved. "Is something going to happen?" I whispered to Garfield. He gave me a unimpressed look. I fell silent watching the eyes of the men staring blankly at me.

"They haven't been ordered yet." He whispered back. I glanced his way, confused. "They're hardly even human. Just waiting for the kill order." He explained. I gulped. Kill order. He noticed my withdraw and slipped his hand on mine. I looked down. Caden immediately slipped into my mind. "It's alright," Garfield promised, "we'll be fine, okay?" I smiled, lightly. I clutched his hand with mine, wrapping the fur coat around me with the my other. Watching. Waiting.

Suddenly, the middle hood was removed from its face. Blonde hair trickled down her shoulders, striking green eyes stared emotionlessly at us and her beautiful olive skin seemed to remind you of everything you weren't. I felt Garfield's hand tighten in mine. "Hello, Gar." The female addressed. I heard his breath hitch. "What is it, Gar?" She said, her voice remained without emotion or even a slight waver.

"Stop it." Garfield replies, finally. His voice trailing off as though he couldn't bare to carry on the sentence.

"Stop what, Gar?" She continued to tease him, pushing him to the brink.

"Calling me that." He whispered.

"But that's your name. Or are you referring to the other you." She smiled, but only with her mouth. I watched the conversation with intrigue.

"Jenna, please." He begged.

"What does she mean?" I murmured in his ear. He ignored me. A giggle echoed through the hall.

"She doesn't know, does she?" She purred.

"We just met." He argued, nervously.

"Well, that's the best time to show them, right?" Her smile evaporated. "Take him." She ordered. The two men behind her started toward towards us. Garfield's hand fell from mine. The men grew closer and closer, but Garfield didn't move. Not even once they'd grabbed him by the shoulders. One of the men kicked him in the legs, buckling him to the floor. Why wasn't he doing anything? His hair hung over his face as they held him. I didn't move. The girl approached, her sick grin seemed extremely amused. She placed her foot lightly on his chest, pushing his head up to look at her. "Show her." She whispered. He stared, silently. "Show her." She pushed. He looked to the floor. She flicked her boot into his face with a hard shove. The sound of cracking made my skin crawl. His head hung to the floor, blood slowly dripping onto the floor. She laughed. "Fine. But I still have a job to do, Gar, and I'm going to do it." His head rose to look at her, his eyes painfully angry. "Ah, come on, for me." She gave him one last push. She prepared, kneeling down beside him, resting just inches from his face. Blood dropped down his chin from his nose. She touched her lips against his. I felt his gasp. His eyes started dripping black, like bleeding thick ooze. She pulled away, watching this, knowing she'd won. His entire eye was enveloped in black. Then something clicked, something in his body language. His head slowly tilted to one side.

"You want this?" It told her. She smiled, but uneasily. "You want this?" It laughed without humour. The two men were thrown Into the wall, no physical contact required. They skidded down the walls like rag dolls. The woman stood, backing up. It rose to a stand, a light clicking echoed through the hall. It pushed the woman slowly back, her boots sliding across the marble floor, until she hit the wall. It rested its hand around her neck, gently teasing. Then it started squeezing, slowly blocking off her windpipe, but it kept going. It kept going until it heard the loud crack of her neck and her eyes fell dark and misty. He released his hand, watching her fall slowly to the floor, slumping at the the bottom. It stared for a while, as if a tingle of regret had pierced its cold interior. Finally, it turned to me, it's black eyes like pools of darkness burrowing into me. A glimpse green began inching through the darkness, the thick, black tears began retreating back into his eyes until Garfield stood before me once again. He took a deep breath, but said nothing. He turned around and began in the other direction. I followed.