Disclaimer: I don't own The Ring. It belongs to Gore Verbinski, not me!
The only one I do own is Eric, not Rachel, not Aiden, and definitely not
Samara (she scares me, anyways). Okay, now that THAT'S cleared up, you can
read the next chapter!
Chapter 11-Terrible Memories
Rachel's head began to throb from hunger. She picked up her soda cup and took a sip. Scrunching up her nose as the soda turned into well water, she swallowed the liquid.
"Eric," she said, softly. "I don't think I can go on like this. I'm really, really tired."
"I know, Rach, but you and I both know that going to sleep will make you go insane," Eric replied, sighing. "And I'm starting to get tired, too."
"I have an idea; why don't I drive, so that I won't think about going to sleep, and you can go to sleep," Rachel exclaimed. Eric looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired."
Eric nodded, and then pulled the truck over to the side of the road. As he and Rachel traded seats, Rachel couldn't help wondering where they were. "Hey, Eric? Do you know what state we're in?"
"I think we're in South Dakota. I've just been driving through any states we've come across. Something tells me we'll never get to Arkansas....but don't worry, if I get fired, it'll be all for the better."
Rachel smiled at him as he closed his eyes. She started the truck and pulled back on to the road. She drove in silence, her heart pounding. She was so nervous about crashing Eric's truck that she forgot about being tired.
Rachel glanced out of the window at some signs: Yellowstone National Park, next exit. 'I've always wanted to go there,' Rachel thought. 'As soon as this is over, I'll take Aiden there.'
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the road, directly in front of the truck. Gasping, Rachel turned into the exit, only catching a glimpse of Samara.
Eric, who had been flung to the floor, scooped himself up, and looked angrily at Rachel. "What the-what was that for?!" he demanded, rubbing his shoulder.
"Samara appeared in the road....I had to turn....I'm sorry," said Rachel, breathing heavily.
Eric shook his head and continued to rub at his shoulder. "That's alright; I didn't need to go to sleep, anyways."
Rachel turned her attention back to the road. They had entered Yellowstone. "Wow!" Rachel said, gaping at the scenery. "This is beautiful."
"Yeah, umm, don't you think that we should turn around?" asked Eric, glancing nervously around.
"Right, okay." Rachel drove into the parking lot, and attempted to turn the truck around. Suddenly, the truck's engine began to smoke. Rachel stared, wide-eyed, as the truck came to a full stop.
"Get out," whispered Eric. Rachel obeyed, picking up Aiden, who had woken up when Rachel had swerved. They jumped out of the truck, followed closely by Eric. They began to walk towards the gift store.
"Eric, what are we going to do?"
"I'm going to see if anyone in here will loan us a car. Stay with me," he replied, fear showing clearly in his voice.
Rachel followed Eric into the gift store, glancing behind her every few seconds.
The silence in the store was unbearable; there was no one around. The silence was quickly broken by static, coming from a back room. Rachel's eyes went flaring wide, looking at Eric. He looked back at her, understanding. He slowly began to walk towards the back room, holding his breath. Gripping the handle, he flung the door open, revealing a TV, with the image of a well showing on the screen.
Rachel gasped. "Eric, come on....we've got to go. NOW!" Rachel and Eric began to run out of the shop, wet footsteps following closely behind them.
Rachel, still holding her son, ran towards the hot springs, running into the sulfur-scented steam. Coughing, she continued to run on the wood walkway. All of a sudden, her shoe caught a wet spot, and she went sprawling onto the walkway, Aiden crashing onto the wood beside her.
Rachel jerked her head up, looking into the steam. Two dark figures were stumbling towards her. Her eyes widened as the figures became recognizable; it was Eric, being pulled by Samara.
Samara's hair was covering her face, until a gust of wind blew her face into view. Rachel looked into her death-filled eyes, opening her mouth to scream, only to collapse on the ground, dead.
Eric watched the whole scene in horror. He looked down at the small girl gripping his arm. She turned her head towards him, then, without warning, she shoved him into the hot springs.
Eric yelled out in protest as he fell towards the burning water, closer, and closer....until he was submerged in the water. His body was on fire....he could feel the burning cutting into his skin....he yelled out in pain....
"Eric?" asked Rachel, shaking him. "Eric, are you alright?"
Eric snapped his eyes open, looking at a very-much alive Rachel. "Oh, my God....Rachel," he gasped, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I had a horrible dream....Samara killed you, and me. Shit...." he added, shaking his head. "Where are we?"
"We're about to pass Yellowstone," replied Rachel.
Eric's eyes widened. "Rachel, close your eyes...."
"What?" Rachel stared at him, disbelieving.
"Just do it!"
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, and Eric took a hold of the wheel. As they were about to pass the exit for Yellowstone, a figure appeared in the road. Eric continued to drive. They drove through Samara, without swerving at all.
"Okay, Rach....you can open your eyes now."
Rachel opened her eyes as Eric let go of the wheel. "Eric, why did I have to do that?"
"I-I can't explain....it was just something I saw in a dream."
Rachel nodded, understanding what he meant. "Is Samara taking over your dreams, too?" she asked, shakily.
Eric opened his mouth, fully ready to say 'yes.' He closed it, thinking about it. "No," he said softly. "I think..when I sleep..I can see what Samara is going to do next."
"What? How?"
"I don't know..but I guess it doesn't matter. If I sleep, I can prevent Samara from getting us."
Rachel stared at him, amazed. "Are you..psychic?" she asked, looking over at her son.
"I-I don't know. My family said that I used to be. Maybe it came back, because I met you," he replied, looking at Rachel.
Rachel blushed. "The last time I met someone associated with Samara, he ended up killing himself.."
Eric stared at her. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen to me."
Rachel smiled at him, continuing to blush. "Eric, you'll stay with us, right?"
"Of course! I would NEVER think of leaving you at a time like this!"
"No, I mean..after this is over."
Eric smiled, understanding. "Of course I will. I'll never leave you."
Rachel blushed a deeper shade of pink, and turned away, watching the road. "Well, I know it's probably hard for you to see, but, could you go back to sleep and see what Samara is planning?"
Eric took a deep breath. "Sure."
Eric laid his head against the seat, closing his eyes. His heart was pounding, but he knew that his dreams were vital in keeping Aiden and Rachel safe. After about five minutes of worrying, Eric fell into a deep sleep..
Rachel looked at the driver who had accepted them into his life. 'God,' she thought. 'I just hope nothing happens to you..you've been so great to us. And I hope your dreams don't drive you insane, either..'
Rachel stared ahead at the road, her stomach churning.
All of a sudden, she could feel her hand beginning to twitch. She looked down at her left hand, which was beginning to jolt more aggressively. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, hoping to stop the twitching. As she grasped the steering wheel, her whole arm began to jolt. She took her hand off of the steering wheel and laid her arm down beside her.
Every few minutes, she could feel her arm jerk. After about five minutes, the twitching stopped, and Rachel began to rub her arm. She felt as though Samara was getting closer.
Rachel glanced down at her arm and gasped; on her arm was a circular burn, resembling the ring from the video. Every few seconds, the ring began to flash a bright shade of crimson. Each time it glowed, a horrible shock was sent throughout her body. She closed her eyes, and a horrifying vision flashed through her mind; Aiden and Samara were climbing out of a well, their faces distorted with death. Aiden looked so evil, so angry; Rachel snapped her eyes open and shuddered. "Why is this happening to us?" she whispered, looking at her sleeping son. "All we wanted was to know how Katie died that one night. How did one tape cause so much horror in our lives?"
Rachel looked back to the road, tears forming in her eyes. All she could think about was Noah, and how horrible it must have been to have died, and not to even understand why. 'Why are you doing this, Samara?' she thought, angrily. "Noah and I helped you....why are you doing this to me?!' Rachel bit her lip, forcing back the tears. 'I don't understand....'
Rachel stopping crying, abruptly. "Wait a minute," she whispered in realization. "I think I do understand....we didn't help Samara. We only found the place where she lost her faith in humanity. The place where her mother, the one person she loved, left her to die. That's why she wants to kill everyone....because she believes that everyone hates her like her family did. And Aiden was the first person to ever speak to her after that one day....I do understand...."
"Mom, don't you think that all of that was just a little obvious?" asked Aiden, who had finally awoken.
Rachel looked at him, not completely comprehending what he was saying. "What?"
"Mom, the little girl said that she wouldn't have killed me, even though I watched the tape. She said I was her first friend. I never thought she'd want to take me away, but even I knew that I was the first person who ever spoke to her ever since she was first forced to live in the dark place."
"I'm sorry, honey. It's just....I've been trying SO hard to forget about Samara and the tape, and now it seems to be taking over our lives. All I wanted was to forget."
"Mom, forgetting about it won't make it go away," said Aiden, seriously. "I've told you, she-"
"-never sleeps," they said together.
"I understand that, Aiden. The only thing I DON'T understand is why she didn't try to take you from me a while ago."
"I don't know that either....but it doesn't matter. She hasn't gotten me yet."
"And she never will. I promise," Rachel said, staring into her son's eyes. "I will never let you be like her; terrorizing people's lives the way she did ours....and who's to say she won't get 'bored' again?"
Aiden looked at her. "I never thought of that....I don't want to kill people who didn't even know that girl. And I don't want to know what will happen if she gets bored of me...."
Rachel looked at Aiden once more, amazed by his intelligence. "Aiden," she began, taking in a deep breath. "That isn't something you'll have to worry about."
"Okay, Mom," Aiden replied, smiling for the first time in days. Seeing him smile, Rachel couldn't help but smile as well.
The two drove in complete silence, the sun was beginning to rise. "Wow," whispered Rachel. "It's morning already? The days seem to go by so fast now...." She looked over at Eric, who was still in a deep sleep. "I hope you wake up soon," she murmured. "I could really use some help...."
Aiden carefully moved over Eric and sat down next to his mother. "Mom, is Eric okay?" he asked, nervously.
"I don't know, sweetie....why?"
"He's having a bad dream. He's really scared."
"You can....see his dream?" asked Rachel, shocked.
"Not SEE it....I can feel his emotions. He's-he's psychic isn't he, Mom?"
"I'm not sure. He said that he might be, but I can't tell," replied Rachel, glancing over at Eric.
"I think he is. His dreams aren't coming from his mind....they're coming from, uhh, somewhere else. I think they're coming from the future. Which would mean that, yes, he is psychic."
Rachel stared at Eric in amazement. 'It was so lucky that we found you,' she thought. 'Almost....too lucky.' A horrible thought flashed through her mind: 'Maybe Eric is being controlled by Samara. Maybe he's taking us to her.' She shook off that thought, not willing to believe it. 'No, he's letting me drive, and I'm sure Aiden would have noticed-"
Her thoughts were cut off by Eric jerking into an upright position, breathing heavily. Rachel could hear him saying faintly, "Oh, my God, oh, my God...."
"Eric, what's wrong?" she asked, reaching over to touch his shoulder.
Eric looked at her, as if she were a complete stranger. "Who-who are you?" he stammered, moving towards the opposite side of the truck. "Wh-where am I?"
"Eric, are you okay?" Rachel asked, getting worried.
"Who-who's Eric? What are you talking about?"
Rachel stared at him, lost for words. "Aiden, what's wrong with him?"
"I-I saw the last part of his dream," said Aiden, shakily. "I think, somehow, the little girl made him lose his memory so that he can't help us anymore."
"Oh, damn it," cursed Rachel, pounding on the steering wheel.
"Mom, you have to talk to him and make him tell us about his dream. It was really bad, he has to tell us."
Rachel nodded, and looked over at the shaking man leaning on the passenger- side door, shaking with fear. "Eric, listen to me...." Eric snapped his eyes shut, attempting to block out her voice. "Listen to me, did you have a dream?" she asked, as gently as possible.
Eric slowly opened his eyes to look at her. "I-I..."
"Can you please tell me?"
"I can't."
Taken aback, Rachel leaned backwards on her chair. "Why not?"
"She'll hurt me....she talked to me. She showed me really bad things."
Rachel swallowed, imagining all of the horrible things Samara must have shown him. "Please tell me. If you don't, that girl will hurt you, me, and my son. Please tell me."
Eric bit his lip, thinking about it. "O-okay. She said that she wanted a boy. Him, I think," he said, pointing at Aiden. "She wants him to help her kill people."
'I know that,' thought Rachel, angrily, but tried to pay attention.
"She said that she'll do anything to get him, and that she wants Rachel to die in a really horrible way...." He broke up, drawing in a shaky breath. "I said that I didn't know a Rachel, but she said I was lying. I can't remember if I knew what she was talking about, but she said 'If you won't tell me, I'll take something away so that you won't be able to help her.' Then she did something, and a horrible pain shot up my head, and then I woke up." He shook his head, remembering everything she had shown him.
"Wait," said Rachel, waving her hand. "If she took away your memory, how do you remember everything she said and showed you?"
"Because you can never take away a memory of something so terrible...."
To Be Continued.....
A/N-Wow! I just couldn't stop! This is definitely the longest chapter. I'm so proud. *tear* Anyways, please review. I really could use some ideas for future chapters. Review, no flames....blah, blah, blah.
Chapter 11-Terrible Memories
Rachel's head began to throb from hunger. She picked up her soda cup and took a sip. Scrunching up her nose as the soda turned into well water, she swallowed the liquid.
"Eric," she said, softly. "I don't think I can go on like this. I'm really, really tired."
"I know, Rach, but you and I both know that going to sleep will make you go insane," Eric replied, sighing. "And I'm starting to get tired, too."
"I have an idea; why don't I drive, so that I won't think about going to sleep, and you can go to sleep," Rachel exclaimed. Eric looked at her, raising his eyebrows. "I'm sorry, I'm just really tired."
Eric nodded, and then pulled the truck over to the side of the road. As he and Rachel traded seats, Rachel couldn't help wondering where they were. "Hey, Eric? Do you know what state we're in?"
"I think we're in South Dakota. I've just been driving through any states we've come across. Something tells me we'll never get to Arkansas....but don't worry, if I get fired, it'll be all for the better."
Rachel smiled at him as he closed his eyes. She started the truck and pulled back on to the road. She drove in silence, her heart pounding. She was so nervous about crashing Eric's truck that she forgot about being tired.
Rachel glanced out of the window at some signs: Yellowstone National Park, next exit. 'I've always wanted to go there,' Rachel thought. 'As soon as this is over, I'll take Aiden there.'
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the road, directly in front of the truck. Gasping, Rachel turned into the exit, only catching a glimpse of Samara.
Eric, who had been flung to the floor, scooped himself up, and looked angrily at Rachel. "What the-what was that for?!" he demanded, rubbing his shoulder.
"Samara appeared in the road....I had to turn....I'm sorry," said Rachel, breathing heavily.
Eric shook his head and continued to rub at his shoulder. "That's alright; I didn't need to go to sleep, anyways."
Rachel turned her attention back to the road. They had entered Yellowstone. "Wow!" Rachel said, gaping at the scenery. "This is beautiful."
"Yeah, umm, don't you think that we should turn around?" asked Eric, glancing nervously around.
"Right, okay." Rachel drove into the parking lot, and attempted to turn the truck around. Suddenly, the truck's engine began to smoke. Rachel stared, wide-eyed, as the truck came to a full stop.
"Get out," whispered Eric. Rachel obeyed, picking up Aiden, who had woken up when Rachel had swerved. They jumped out of the truck, followed closely by Eric. They began to walk towards the gift store.
"Eric, what are we going to do?"
"I'm going to see if anyone in here will loan us a car. Stay with me," he replied, fear showing clearly in his voice.
Rachel followed Eric into the gift store, glancing behind her every few seconds.
The silence in the store was unbearable; there was no one around. The silence was quickly broken by static, coming from a back room. Rachel's eyes went flaring wide, looking at Eric. He looked back at her, understanding. He slowly began to walk towards the back room, holding his breath. Gripping the handle, he flung the door open, revealing a TV, with the image of a well showing on the screen.
Rachel gasped. "Eric, come on....we've got to go. NOW!" Rachel and Eric began to run out of the shop, wet footsteps following closely behind them.
Rachel, still holding her son, ran towards the hot springs, running into the sulfur-scented steam. Coughing, she continued to run on the wood walkway. All of a sudden, her shoe caught a wet spot, and she went sprawling onto the walkway, Aiden crashing onto the wood beside her.
Rachel jerked her head up, looking into the steam. Two dark figures were stumbling towards her. Her eyes widened as the figures became recognizable; it was Eric, being pulled by Samara.
Samara's hair was covering her face, until a gust of wind blew her face into view. Rachel looked into her death-filled eyes, opening her mouth to scream, only to collapse on the ground, dead.
Eric watched the whole scene in horror. He looked down at the small girl gripping his arm. She turned her head towards him, then, without warning, she shoved him into the hot springs.
Eric yelled out in protest as he fell towards the burning water, closer, and closer....until he was submerged in the water. His body was on fire....he could feel the burning cutting into his skin....he yelled out in pain....
"Eric?" asked Rachel, shaking him. "Eric, are you alright?"
Eric snapped his eyes open, looking at a very-much alive Rachel. "Oh, my God....Rachel," he gasped, placing his hand on her shoulder. "I had a horrible dream....Samara killed you, and me. Shit...." he added, shaking his head. "Where are we?"
"We're about to pass Yellowstone," replied Rachel.
Eric's eyes widened. "Rachel, close your eyes...."
"What?" Rachel stared at him, disbelieving.
"Just do it!"
Rachel squeezed her eyes shut, and Eric took a hold of the wheel. As they were about to pass the exit for Yellowstone, a figure appeared in the road. Eric continued to drive. They drove through Samara, without swerving at all.
"Okay, Rach....you can open your eyes now."
Rachel opened her eyes as Eric let go of the wheel. "Eric, why did I have to do that?"
"I-I can't explain....it was just something I saw in a dream."
Rachel nodded, understanding what he meant. "Is Samara taking over your dreams, too?" she asked, shakily.
Eric opened his mouth, fully ready to say 'yes.' He closed it, thinking about it. "No," he said softly. "I think..when I sleep..I can see what Samara is going to do next."
"What? How?"
"I don't know..but I guess it doesn't matter. If I sleep, I can prevent Samara from getting us."
Rachel stared at him, amazed. "Are you..psychic?" she asked, looking over at her son.
"I-I don't know. My family said that I used to be. Maybe it came back, because I met you," he replied, looking at Rachel.
Rachel blushed. "The last time I met someone associated with Samara, he ended up killing himself.."
Eric stared at her. "Well, let's hope that doesn't happen to me."
Rachel smiled at him, continuing to blush. "Eric, you'll stay with us, right?"
"Of course! I would NEVER think of leaving you at a time like this!"
"No, I mean..after this is over."
Eric smiled, understanding. "Of course I will. I'll never leave you."
Rachel blushed a deeper shade of pink, and turned away, watching the road. "Well, I know it's probably hard for you to see, but, could you go back to sleep and see what Samara is planning?"
Eric took a deep breath. "Sure."
Eric laid his head against the seat, closing his eyes. His heart was pounding, but he knew that his dreams were vital in keeping Aiden and Rachel safe. After about five minutes of worrying, Eric fell into a deep sleep..
Rachel looked at the driver who had accepted them into his life. 'God,' she thought. 'I just hope nothing happens to you..you've been so great to us. And I hope your dreams don't drive you insane, either..'
Rachel stared ahead at the road, her stomach churning.
All of a sudden, she could feel her hand beginning to twitch. She looked down at her left hand, which was beginning to jolt more aggressively. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, hoping to stop the twitching. As she grasped the steering wheel, her whole arm began to jolt. She took her hand off of the steering wheel and laid her arm down beside her.
Every few minutes, she could feel her arm jerk. After about five minutes, the twitching stopped, and Rachel began to rub her arm. She felt as though Samara was getting closer.
Rachel glanced down at her arm and gasped; on her arm was a circular burn, resembling the ring from the video. Every few seconds, the ring began to flash a bright shade of crimson. Each time it glowed, a horrible shock was sent throughout her body. She closed her eyes, and a horrifying vision flashed through her mind; Aiden and Samara were climbing out of a well, their faces distorted with death. Aiden looked so evil, so angry; Rachel snapped her eyes open and shuddered. "Why is this happening to us?" she whispered, looking at her sleeping son. "All we wanted was to know how Katie died that one night. How did one tape cause so much horror in our lives?"
Rachel looked back to the road, tears forming in her eyes. All she could think about was Noah, and how horrible it must have been to have died, and not to even understand why. 'Why are you doing this, Samara?' she thought, angrily. "Noah and I helped you....why are you doing this to me?!' Rachel bit her lip, forcing back the tears. 'I don't understand....'
Rachel stopping crying, abruptly. "Wait a minute," she whispered in realization. "I think I do understand....we didn't help Samara. We only found the place where she lost her faith in humanity. The place where her mother, the one person she loved, left her to die. That's why she wants to kill everyone....because she believes that everyone hates her like her family did. And Aiden was the first person to ever speak to her after that one day....I do understand...."
"Mom, don't you think that all of that was just a little obvious?" asked Aiden, who had finally awoken.
Rachel looked at him, not completely comprehending what he was saying. "What?"
"Mom, the little girl said that she wouldn't have killed me, even though I watched the tape. She said I was her first friend. I never thought she'd want to take me away, but even I knew that I was the first person who ever spoke to her ever since she was first forced to live in the dark place."
"I'm sorry, honey. It's just....I've been trying SO hard to forget about Samara and the tape, and now it seems to be taking over our lives. All I wanted was to forget."
"Mom, forgetting about it won't make it go away," said Aiden, seriously. "I've told you, she-"
"-never sleeps," they said together.
"I understand that, Aiden. The only thing I DON'T understand is why she didn't try to take you from me a while ago."
"I don't know that either....but it doesn't matter. She hasn't gotten me yet."
"And she never will. I promise," Rachel said, staring into her son's eyes. "I will never let you be like her; terrorizing people's lives the way she did ours....and who's to say she won't get 'bored' again?"
Aiden looked at her. "I never thought of that....I don't want to kill people who didn't even know that girl. And I don't want to know what will happen if she gets bored of me...."
Rachel looked at Aiden once more, amazed by his intelligence. "Aiden," she began, taking in a deep breath. "That isn't something you'll have to worry about."
"Okay, Mom," Aiden replied, smiling for the first time in days. Seeing him smile, Rachel couldn't help but smile as well.
The two drove in complete silence, the sun was beginning to rise. "Wow," whispered Rachel. "It's morning already? The days seem to go by so fast now...." She looked over at Eric, who was still in a deep sleep. "I hope you wake up soon," she murmured. "I could really use some help...."
Aiden carefully moved over Eric and sat down next to his mother. "Mom, is Eric okay?" he asked, nervously.
"I don't know, sweetie....why?"
"He's having a bad dream. He's really scared."
"You can....see his dream?" asked Rachel, shocked.
"Not SEE it....I can feel his emotions. He's-he's psychic isn't he, Mom?"
"I'm not sure. He said that he might be, but I can't tell," replied Rachel, glancing over at Eric.
"I think he is. His dreams aren't coming from his mind....they're coming from, uhh, somewhere else. I think they're coming from the future. Which would mean that, yes, he is psychic."
Rachel stared at Eric in amazement. 'It was so lucky that we found you,' she thought. 'Almost....too lucky.' A horrible thought flashed through her mind: 'Maybe Eric is being controlled by Samara. Maybe he's taking us to her.' She shook off that thought, not willing to believe it. 'No, he's letting me drive, and I'm sure Aiden would have noticed-"
Her thoughts were cut off by Eric jerking into an upright position, breathing heavily. Rachel could hear him saying faintly, "Oh, my God, oh, my God...."
"Eric, what's wrong?" she asked, reaching over to touch his shoulder.
Eric looked at her, as if she were a complete stranger. "Who-who are you?" he stammered, moving towards the opposite side of the truck. "Wh-where am I?"
"Eric, are you okay?" Rachel asked, getting worried.
"Who-who's Eric? What are you talking about?"
Rachel stared at him, lost for words. "Aiden, what's wrong with him?"
"I-I saw the last part of his dream," said Aiden, shakily. "I think, somehow, the little girl made him lose his memory so that he can't help us anymore."
"Oh, damn it," cursed Rachel, pounding on the steering wheel.
"Mom, you have to talk to him and make him tell us about his dream. It was really bad, he has to tell us."
Rachel nodded, and looked over at the shaking man leaning on the passenger- side door, shaking with fear. "Eric, listen to me...." Eric snapped his eyes shut, attempting to block out her voice. "Listen to me, did you have a dream?" she asked, as gently as possible.
Eric slowly opened his eyes to look at her. "I-I..."
"Can you please tell me?"
"I can't."
Taken aback, Rachel leaned backwards on her chair. "Why not?"
"She'll hurt me....she talked to me. She showed me really bad things."
Rachel swallowed, imagining all of the horrible things Samara must have shown him. "Please tell me. If you don't, that girl will hurt you, me, and my son. Please tell me."
Eric bit his lip, thinking about it. "O-okay. She said that she wanted a boy. Him, I think," he said, pointing at Aiden. "She wants him to help her kill people."
'I know that,' thought Rachel, angrily, but tried to pay attention.
"She said that she'll do anything to get him, and that she wants Rachel to die in a really horrible way...." He broke up, drawing in a shaky breath. "I said that I didn't know a Rachel, but she said I was lying. I can't remember if I knew what she was talking about, but she said 'If you won't tell me, I'll take something away so that you won't be able to help her.' Then she did something, and a horrible pain shot up my head, and then I woke up." He shook his head, remembering everything she had shown him.
"Wait," said Rachel, waving her hand. "If she took away your memory, how do you remember everything she said and showed you?"
"Because you can never take away a memory of something so terrible...."
To Be Continued.....
A/N-Wow! I just couldn't stop! This is definitely the longest chapter. I'm so proud. *tear* Anyways, please review. I really could use some ideas for future chapters. Review, no flames....blah, blah, blah.