The same dream occured again.
I'm running away, but from who? Why? I try to answer these questions but I don't have time. I hear someone behind me, getting closer and closer. Their footsteps are getting louder. My heart's racing, my legs are cramping, and I don't know what to do. My opponent is approaching. He's reaching out from behind me. I know I can't let him/her get me. Then I see the safety of my house. Mom and Dad will definitely protect me. My home draws closer. I reach for the door knob as fast as I can and run inside. When I look outside the window, no one's there. I hear a noise in the kitchen.
"Mom? Dad?" I call out. Comfort returns when I hear my father's voice.
"Hey Matt," he greets.
"What are you doing up so late?" My mother asks. I try to explain everything I just experienced. When I'm done, Dad is rolling up his sleeves.
"Whoever this guy is," he starts, "I can take him on." My mother laughs.
"Oh Wallabe," she starts. "Don't worry, sweetie. I bet that was just your imagination. Go back to b-"
Dad cuts her off. "Kuki! Listen! Can you hear that?" There's something funny about his voice. But I don't hear anything.
"Hear what? What are you talking about?" I ask. The kitchen turns quiet. Mom listens.
"Oh no!" She cries. Everything doesn't make any sense.
"I don't hear anything! You guys are scaring me!" I yell.
My mother grabs my shoulders and gives them a little shake. "Honey, I know you don't understand, but there's no time to explain. Just get out and find some shelt-"
The door flies open. Four tall men stand with weapons pointed at us. "Hide!" my father cries.
I immediately obey and scramble into a closet. More men crash in through the windows. I peek through the crack and watch in horror as my parents slowly lose the battle, captured and taken away. It seems like the men aren't done yet.
"Find the boy," one man says, "and bring him to me."
The men scatter quickly. I hold my breath and stay as still as possible. After a few minutes it seems like the strangers have given up. I was completely wrong. The closet door flies open and I see a tall guy wearing army boots, a helmet, and a smug expression.
"Found you," he says. He knocks me out. When I'm conscious again, a different man with a goatee and strangely gelled hair stands before me.
"Matt," he starts.
"Shut up!" I cry. "Don't say my name! What have you done with my parents?" He slaps my face.
"You should shut up, brat. If you want to know about everything that just happened, just go to Sector V." I try to ask him what 'sector v' is ,but I hear beeping. What is it? A bomb? An emergency signal?
I wake up with a start. The beeping was my alarm clock.