Born by Grace.
The story will end really soon. Sorry that I've updated slowly. Oh, and if you guys see a spelling or grammar mistake you can tell me about it.
An hour later
Ross's blue eyes opened. Where was she? As she looked around the room she was sure she had never been here before. She was on a leather couch, with a white pillow behind her head. Mrs. Smith didn't own anything leather, and her pillows where always stained light brown. The room had light blue walls, which matched the stainless carpet. Their was a coffee table in front of her, which had two remotes. The remotes must have went to the flat screen tv in front of her.
"You're up.", said a male voice. She recognised it as Rob. That couldn't be real though, because Rob was a made up. He was in her dream, so he wasn't real. She sat up, and looked at him strangely.
"How? You where in my dream."Ross said, confused. Rob sighed.
"What was the last thing you remember" He said. His Amanda went through the same thing as this poor girl does.
"I was having a weird dream, and you where in it. You pushed me when a man tried to pull me in his truck. Then I woke up, and ... I can't remember anything else."She said. Something weird has been going on, and she just might get it if she tells the truth.
"I need you to trust me, okay?" He said. Ross didn't have much time to think about it. She remembered the horror movies she had watched, and nodded her head.
"This happened a long time ago", Rob said, "I only know about this because of my girl friend, Amanda." Ross's eyes widened.
"Why are you explaining, when she could explain?", Ross asked confused. His eyes filled with pain.
"Shes dead." Rob said, "Sorry, I'll have to fill in for her." He laughed bitterly, "I wish she was here to explain it to you instead of me, I really do."
Ross felt guilt. She wouldn't have said that if she hadn't of known. "I'm sorry. I didn't know", Ross's voice was laced with regret. Rob shook his head.
"No, it all right. You would have found out soon enough. Now is a better time than ever." Rob said.
He then started the story, "Years ago, the devil got bord. He wasn't able to make a woman pregnant, so in other words the world couldn't end. So he created these hybrid, who were wrongly accused humans, and some who are plain evil. He gave them power to kill and torcher anyone they pleased. That changed a hundred years ago. He realised that he could get his fellow demons pregnant, so he had to do something with the monsters he created. They might attack his kid or something."
He looked angry almost " So he took part of their power that makes them immortal, and trapped them in three mortals. He still needed a place to put them so they could rot. So he created a museum. He made three sections for the three mortals. One for the mirror realm"
Rob flinched at that realm, "That was my mother, Alice's realm. My brother Jacob died protecting her. I was only four. Then came my girl friend. Amanda, she was the realm of fire and ice. She died to. Lastly there is you, Ross"
The things he had just told her swam around in her brain. The devil, monsters, and pregnancy where her main thoughts. She did not know what this man was on. This all had to be a dream! This man was a dream, and so where his silly stories. This was not real!
"This is funny. Have a joke on the new kid." She said, and narrowed her eyes at him, "Whats next? Hu, Play make-believe?"
She had never seen his face like this before. His fist where clinged. "You really do think this is a dream them. After I told you every thing!", He screamed. Rob got up and put his hand though his hair, "After I spilled my heart out at you?"
Ross looked confused. He was the one prancing her! "How can you act innocent! You're fooling me!" Her heart pounded as she stood up, her eyes string at his own.
"Go then! See if they locked you up for killing old Mrs. Smith! I won't care!" He screamed. She then walked out the door, to see it was morning and the sun was shining, even if she felt like crying. She was too angry to care what he said, and to angry to even try to reason. She didn't want to think of the possibility that he telling the truth, because then it would explain everything, and she wasn't ready for that yet.
She didn't enjoy the sun's light on he back, or even the birds. Ross knew that if she turned her head that the museum. She knew something happened that she didn't remember. Something in her head was screaming at her to remember, but she couldn't. As much as she wanted to, something was blocking it.
After walking a few houses down, she seen police tape around her old home. They where carrying a dead body on a stretcher. A hand fell down. A small hand. The hand of Mrs. Smith. Delaina was talking to a woman wearing a suit. The womans hair was burnet, and green eyes. Ross knew the woman. Dr. William.
"She made Bertha's arm bleed! And I mean bleed!", Delaina said to Dr. William. Dr. William looked board, because the thing she came here for, she would have to find her self. No getting lucky this time. "Ross killed Mrs. Smith! She made things fly around the room!"
"Do you know where Ross went?", Dr. William asked. Delaina shook her head. Dr. William then stood on the white porch.
"I want every home checked" Dr. William announced, "Now!"
Ross ran like her life depended on it, because in face it does. If Dr. William got her hands on Ross again, she would be dead. She knew that. She had to get to Rob's house and fast. She tried to not seem suspicious, but any teen that was running as fast as her would. A million questions swarmed threw her mind as she beat on Rob's black door.
