Mac was starting to hate the room. Not to mention the pale girl in a coma in a bed across it. She creeped me out. Like one moment she would come to life and kill Mac in her sleep.
But the girl wasn't stupid. She obviously had knowledge in the medical field. The pale girl would be in a coma for at least another day or two.
What a day...
I thought to myself as my mind blanked into space and I feel into a deep sleep.
The dream
"Take the rest of em to the crank pits."
Mac new she was dreaming.
She saw a bunch of men and women in black- they looked like security gaurds. Then Mac saw herself; only younger, about 11 or 12. With young Mac was four other kids, about her age. Wait... I recognized those kids. It was Alby, Thomas, an Asian kid that I saw at mealtime and the pale girl in a coma, all young.
Mac was not in her young selfs body, but of to the side, like a spectator. The kids were all walking in the dark, flanked with those guards. What? Are they prisoners? All the kids- including myself, had a look of terror and sadness to them. For some reason, I shed a couple of tears, a look like I had lost my mother crossed my face. The Asian kid grabbed my hand, and gave me a smile, trying to cheer me up. But he couldn't hide his sorrow, just like the one I had.
I focused in on Thomas. He was holding hands with The pale girl. Even though I had no memory of them, I could tell they were close. Alby, being one of the oldest, tried to act brave and controlled, but failed miserably. The Guards had something written across there chests; Wicked.
That's a bit strange.
Then pale girl asked something"Can you tell us where we're going? What are the crank pits?" The little group continued walking, following a path.
"Answer her. Please. We didn't do anything wrong- we were just exploring. What are we, prisoners? This was also met with silence." Say something!" Mac said. A female gaurd whirled around to face them. "Do you think I like this? Look, I'm sorry. Really. Just do as your told- it makes things a lot easier.
About 10 minutes later, the Guards and the kids arrived at an old, but solid rusty gate. "They won't be able to actually hurt you- just give you a scare." Said a male gaurd behind them. " what's in there?" I asked. " "Cranks."
A gaurd opened the gate. " in ya go."
The Asian kid went in first." Come on guys, let's se whats in this hell hole." The next five minutes of my dream was so horrific I'd rather not describe it. I could see the look of absolute and utter terror on the 11 year olds faces. Two minutes later, Alby and the Asian kid are wrestling on the ground with a grown man. When the man started choking Alby again, young Mac snapped, jumind on the guy, punching and scratching every piece of skin She could find. The guy whipped around and slapped my young cheek, a snakebite strike.
Then I heard my name being yelled, over and over. Part of me new what was happening; I was waking up. Somebody was calling my name, trying to wake me up. As soon as I regained consciousness, I realized Newt and the Asian kid from my dream were holding down my arms.
"What the hell are you doing?"
They quickly let go of my arms.
"I think the question should be, what the bloody hell were you doing? You started yellin like a bloody mother, Minho and I tried to calm ya, then you buggin attacked us. Scratche'n and punch'in the shit out of us.
The scratches on both of the boys arms confirmed what Newt had said.
I was shocked. Had i really been doing that? No wonder the dream felt so real; i was literally beating someone up.
"I'm so sorry." Was the only thing I could think of saying.
"Thanks for the lovely introduction shuck face. It was a true pleasure." With that the boy Minho walked out, not giving me a chance to say sorry again or explain my dream/flashback episode.
I recalled getting slapped. " Newt?"
"Yeah greenie?"
"Did you slap me? Preferably on the cheek?
The boy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Maybe. You were out cold, I didn't know what else to bloody do.." He said guilty.
My next thought was interrupted by the sight of gushing blood.
"Oh my god, your bleeding- like a lot."
I looked over the bed. There was already a small puddle of blood on the floor. Where my nails really that sharp?
Newt didn't seem to realize that he was bleeding to I pointed it out.
I quickly tore a piece of cloth from the sheets, and covered the scratch.
"Um.. uh... is there a bathroom in the homestead?"
"Yeah, its at the end of the hall."
I gripped Newts arm with both hands now, putting more pressure to stop the bleeding. Newt winced.
I couldn't help but notice how ripped it was.
Not to muscular, but not to skinny.
I would have blushed at my thoughts if all of my attention wasn't on stopping the bleeding.
Come on, I said, leading him to the bathroom homestead.
The bathroom was normal enough,a small toilet and sink with a mirror. But somebody was standing at the sink, looking in the mirror.
"Is that you Chuck?"
The boy turned around, a look of embarrassment consumed his face. I.. um ... I like this bathroom better." He stuttered.
"What happe-"" Chuck, I need you to get me some cloth, in strips. Ok?"
"Yeah, ok. You got it!" Chuck gave me a grateful look. I just saved some of his dignity.
Hey readers! Some Mac/Newt fluff in the Next chapter!
