Chapter 2:
As Tessa rushed to the blazing building, she could hear her mom's desperate cry and the scuffle of boots as a firefighter held her back from running to Tessa. But at the moment all that was going through Tessa's mind was "Please not Patrick. Anything but Patrick." When she reached the front doors to the inferno, she didn't even hesitate. Tessa slammed open the door, and sprinted of to the cafeteria where she last saw Patrick. "Patrick, Patrick!" Tessa screamed hoarsely. All she heard in reply was the crackling of flames around her. She dogged burning rubble as the school threatened to collapse around her. If she was going to rescue Patrick she would have to do it quickly. The school might not hold up much longer. She began thinking how long would she last in this blaze. Already, Tessa was dripping sweat and found it harder to inhale with every breath. She decided she had to give up.
Tessa's face was streaked with ash. Her long caramel hair was slightly singed and in knots. Her mind was in turmoil about what she should do. She found it nuts to be having a debate her head while standing in the middle of a building set ablaze and the whole thing ready to topple down on her any second. But this was a severe occasion. Tessa searched the building high and low and found no trace of her missing brother. Yet Tessa had to go and leave the building. She was having trouble breathing and her vision was starting to fog. SNAP! Tessa looked up to find a burning piece of wood about a yard long and approximately a foot thick heading straight for her! It landed hard right on the back of her head. A shot of pain went down her spine and Tessa saw stars. Just then, images began to flash through her mind like speeding cars.
Tessa saw a tiny village nestled away in the crevices of a glacier. It seemed to be under attack. There were people fleeing and figures dropping down from giant blimps and 'disposing' of the innocent villagers. The scene shifted to a man and a woman. They were inside a cramped hut. Before them stood a hooded figure, dressed in black. There was a bright light and Tessa saw a paved road dimly lit. A man with emerald eyes and wavy black hair was dashing away from something. He tripped and fell to the ground. The man had a net thrown over him. The next vision was of a man with golden eyes lying sprawled out on a concrete floor. He was bleeding from several nasty cuts and was swollen from bruises. Three people in green jumpsuits were kicking him, hard. The last image was a man in a mask, standing over Tessa. He outstretched pale hand. As it moved closer and closer, Tessa's heart beat faster and faster. Right when the pale finger brushed against her forehead, there was an ear-splitting howl and then everything went black.