Running from the Future
The sun was rising. Silent crows hid in the darkest shadows. Cats stopped and stared. Vultures hungrily circled, slowly descending as if they could smell the stench of death in the air. Not exactly death, but so close to it. A blood curdling scream echoed into the distance...
Skye bolted upright, her deep blue eyes wide open. She was desperately gasping for breath, and she was drenched with sweat. "James?" she called softly, looking around the dark orphanage. Everything seemed normal, but something just didn't feel right. It was as if there was someone, or rather, something watching them. She tiptoed into the boys dormitory and shuffled over to the bed, where James was lying, sound asleep. She shook him violently until he had woken. Skye was about to tell him what had happened, but she hesitated "I-I just had a bad dream" she stammered. Again - Skye whispered to herself. James looked groggily up at her, rubbing his eyes when suddenly she collapsed in a heap on the ground, shivering uncontrollably.
It was happening again. The vision.
The two of them were standing outside the orphanage holding hands. "James," she murmured, "The spirits are getting to you." James snatched his hands away from hers and turned. His eyes flashed red. "They've already come" he said harshly. Just at that moment the orphanage erupted into flames. James laughed coldly.
Skye's eyes flickered as she gained consciousness. James was looking down at her, concerned. Skye saw through her brother's hollow eyes and he felt like she could look right into his mind. James couldn't handle the thought of it, and the darkness that possessed him started to take control. He started shrieking wordlessly.
The matron suddenly burst through the door. Her small, squinting eyes scanned the dormitory and suddenly fell upon Skye's petite figure cowering underneath James's gaze. "You, young lady are coming with me!" Skye glanced fearfully at the matron and back at James, hoping he would remain calm. Sister Katherine stomped over to Skye and grabbed her by the collar of her night gown. Skye struggled against her firm grip. James charged forward, his last shred of sanity had snapped. He shoved the matron to the ground and took Skye by her hand and led her out the front entrance.
They stood outside the orphanage, just as it had in the vision. But something was wrong, they were too close to the building.
"James, the spirits are getting to you" she murmured. Skyes mind spun with fear and confusion.
"They've already come" he said harshly.
The orphanage erupted into flames and the force of the explosion flung Skye across the courtyard, landing her in a crumpled mess. It hadn't effected James. He trudged through flames and into the night, not glancing back.
The sun was rising. Silent crows hid in the darkest shadows. Cats stopped and stared. Vultures hungrily circled, slowly descending as if they could smell the stench of death in the air. Not exactly death, but so close to it. Skye's blood curdling scream echoed into the distance...
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