Hey guys I'm trying to write 500 words a day with this story. I went over my goal with this chapter.
sorry if I am releasing the chapters to quickly. It's just that right now I'm in the groove. I might slow down later but for now I am not going to. I hope that you enjoyed the last chapter and if you enjoy this one then don't forget to follow the story.
Chapter 6
Eleven Stood within darkness. Her eyes locked on Hopper and Papa as they stared each other down. She had been so excited to see the man who had tortured her pay. But now she wasn't so sure, she hated Brenner but this didn't feel right. Closing her eyes she gave a small flick of her wrist, and pulled herself back into the real world.
Hopper stared at the scientist and suddenly he knew that she was right. He had to kill Brenner. Taking a deep breath he tensed up and pulled the stock of the rifle into his shoulder. He fear in Brenner eyes and they at first all he knew was that his shoulder was burning and his trigger finger was wet then a second later he found that he no longer had a gun. He saw Brenner turn and run, then a he blacked out.
I walked down the hall hiding my face in a pile of papers I had found. When suddenly I heard a clatter and a scream. Looking for the source of the commotion I saw Brenner quickly retreating down the hall. Feeling this same tingling feeling I reached out my hand and watched as a pie burst from the ceiling and smashed the doctor across his head. laying on the floor I saw the limp form of sheriff Jim Hopper even more proof that I was trapped in a fictional show. Pushing those thoughts to the back of my mind I rushed to the aid of the fallen officer. First I grabbed his gun and slung the strap around my shoulder. I then proceeded to grab him by the waist and pull him down the hall. It wasn't easy as he wasn't a small man. But eventually I reached a door Marked stairwell and putting him down for a second kicked it open.
Thirty minutes and five rest stops later I stood at the top of the stairs. Twenty minutes after that I stood in the lobby of the building and five minutes after that I was strapping Hopper into the passenger seat of his truck. Shortly after I myself had climbed into the driver's seat I remembered that I couldn't drive. Searching my mind I tried to remember exactly how to start a car, I knew somebody had explained it to me at some point I just had to think. Mere moments later I was wrenched from my thoughts by an ear splitting siren. I may never know quite how I got that car moving but next thing I knew I was tearing down the driveway and out onto the highway. I felt a pang of fear run through me as glancing in the rearview mirror I saw bright headlights and the outline of a convoy of Crown Vic's
And soon thereafter heard the first gunshot. Thinking fast I swung the pickup onto a dirt road leading off the highway and floored the gas. Dark silhouettes of trees rose before me as I sped down the forest path. The convoy of cars still hot on my heels. Thinking back to the strange things I had done opening the door and pulling the pipe down. The door had an electric lock and the pipes were metal maybe just maybe I was a magnet of some kind. It wasn't much to go on and raised far more questions than answers. But for now it was as good a hunch as any.
Looking ahead I saw an old bridge across a deep gully. This gave me an idea, taking a deep breath I gunned the engine and shot over the bridge. As soon as I was on the other side I slammed the brakes and jumped out of the car. Turning to face the bridge I concentrated as hard as I could on the old bolts that held up the bridge. I closed my eyes and envisioned the bolts coming loose. At first nothing happened and the roar of the engine grew lounder. I reached out my arm and concentrated harder. But still nothing was happening the sound was growing even louder. Pushing as hard as I could I let out a long yell of raw emotion. The sound was now supplemented by the clatter of the the first of the cars driving onto the wooden planks of the bridge. At this sound I lost it and pushed every ounce of my being into focusing on the bolts. Suddenly something began to happen I felt a tingling in my fingertips and it grew stronger and stronger. It felt like a dam burst in my fingertips and suddenly all this power came rushing out. The sound of that old bridge collapsing was tremendous. As I slowly opened my eyes I saw the last of the Crown Victoria's slide over the edge of the ravine.
Suddenly I felt very tired and my nose seemed to be running, not mention my ears felt warm and sticky. I pulled myself back into the car seat and wiped my nose. My hand came away bright red and feeling slightly sick I felt my ears. When they also proved to be bloody. I felt my stomach twist into a knot and the edges of my vision began to go dark as I felt myself start to blackout.
Well this chapter was much longer than my usual writing goal but i just got so caught up in the story. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter and God bless yinz.
