Chapter Four: Strange Attacks
It was late for sure, and half a day had passed since Cye and Kento had run the bleeding girl off to the hospital. I stared around my bedroom, thinking about sleeping and the strange girl in my dreams. She might know something about attacks.What was I thinking? Girls in dreams couldn't TALK to you or TELL you anything!
"The girl is awake," Rowen peered in the room. "Cye and Kento want to ask her questions tomorrow morning, so they're spending the night."
"Okay, guess I'll sleep then," I undressed to my boxers and lay down to sleep. I don't know when, but I could see the tunnel soon, and I began to race forward, calling to the girl in complete darkness. I hated the dark, and I craved her source of unnatural light. "Where are you!" I yelled out to her. I could hear something, but not much. "Lady! Where have you gone!" I circled around again, waiting for her to appear retracing what might have been my steps. "Lady! We NEED TO TALK!"
"Who needs to talk?" I bolted upright, realizing I had spoken in my dream. I turned to look at Rowen in the opposite bed, flicking on the light, and I realized sweat glazed my forehead.
"Nothing," I mumbled. "Just a dream I've been having of a girl, that's all."
"A girl?" Rowen smirked. I shook my head.
"Not THAT type of girl," I rubbed my head. "A different kind of girl. She's.trapped.I think.in this tunnel.and I've talked to her in my dreams."
"As in 'real' conversations?"
"Yes, except she won't let me touch her or answer certain questions. She always says.her lover is only allowed to touch her."
"So.where is this going?"
"I wanted to ask her about the attacks, and I found her when I slept last night, but I couldn't find her tonight." Rowen was thinking deeply when I looked over at him.
"She's in trouble?"
"No.she seems alright. She's never asked for help or anything. I thought she might be in trouble, but she never appears scared or lonely."
"Well.maybe she's not sleeping.so you can't talk to her. It's highly possible that you find each other by luck when you sleep," Rowen yawned, laying back down. "We'll talk more in the morning, and if she shows up, ask her and see if she has an answer. If you've never asked her if she needs help, you might want to do that. So people don't admit the need for help right off hand."
"Good point and good night," I laid back down, unable to sleep, and when I did, I chased the darkness in the tunnels wordlessly, looking for the girl.
"What did she say?" It was just after lunch when Kento and Cye had come home. Kento lugged in a jug of stain remover because the back seat of the jeep was going to need a good clean. We were seated around the table, munching on chips, waiting for the answers.
"There were six more exactly like her in the hospital," Cye frowned. "It gets better, though, because seven more turned up outside the hospital, dead."
"What?" Ryo choked on a chip. "That's a lot of girls."
"She had the big stomach wound, but she told us her arm was cut first, and her blood squeezed onto a stone," Cye continued. "Then, they said something about imperfect blood, and she was cut open."
"Whoa, imperfect blood?" Rowen stared from one to the other. "Explain what sick people did this."
"She doesn't think they're people," Kento stopped eating and looked up at us. "She said 'strange robots,' which probably means they banged her up good, so she couldn't tell up from down. Robots? I mean, come on. Probably a couple of punks in tin foil."
"Metal," I mused. "Did you talk to any other girls?"
"No," Cye laughed. "The cops got a go at us, and we barely got in her room, let alone anyone else's room."
"She saw something metal," I sighed. "Could have been tin foil or silver for all we know. That's what she saw."
"So, basically, there's a very, very sick slasher out there?" Ryo raised an eyebrow.
"Did she say anything more about the stone and pure blood?" Rowen looked up from staring at his hands. "That's not something rapists do, you know, or even serial killers, for that matter. They don't take out stones, take a prick of blood, and see if it's pure or not."
"No, that's all she said." Cye drifted off. "But her name is Ami L. Tamolin."
"Genealogy," Rowen had stepped away from the table, making his way up to the computer.
It took hours to find what we were looking for, but Rowen came down stairs later, carrying a couple papers. Cye and I were present in the kitchen while Ryo and Kento had gone out to clean the jeep. "Our girl's history is pretty interesting."
"How?" Cye was preparing dinner while listening while I put down my book, looking at Rowen. "She royal or something?"
"No, but her great, great grandmother was a priestess at some kind of temple," Rowen said. "Her great grandmother, however, married a white man, and that kind of broke the line of priestesses that I could trace."
"Are those files legal?" Cye grinned.
"No, but you can get them if you do x, y, and z," Rowen waved off the question. "Two more families were identified. I looked up some records there, too, and a general theme of temple service runs through the stories generations back."
"Ah, so they want priestess blood," I added. Maybe that's why the girl in my dreams was so weird. She could be a priestess for some foreign religion. "But what creep wants things like that?" Sorry, for all those that read before the update. I'm new to this.
It was late for sure, and half a day had passed since Cye and Kento had run the bleeding girl off to the hospital. I stared around my bedroom, thinking about sleeping and the strange girl in my dreams. She might know something about attacks.What was I thinking? Girls in dreams couldn't TALK to you or TELL you anything!
"The girl is awake," Rowen peered in the room. "Cye and Kento want to ask her questions tomorrow morning, so they're spending the night."
"Okay, guess I'll sleep then," I undressed to my boxers and lay down to sleep. I don't know when, but I could see the tunnel soon, and I began to race forward, calling to the girl in complete darkness. I hated the dark, and I craved her source of unnatural light. "Where are you!" I yelled out to her. I could hear something, but not much. "Lady! Where have you gone!" I circled around again, waiting for her to appear retracing what might have been my steps. "Lady! We NEED TO TALK!"
"Who needs to talk?" I bolted upright, realizing I had spoken in my dream. I turned to look at Rowen in the opposite bed, flicking on the light, and I realized sweat glazed my forehead.
"Nothing," I mumbled. "Just a dream I've been having of a girl, that's all."
"A girl?" Rowen smirked. I shook my head.
"Not THAT type of girl," I rubbed my head. "A different kind of girl. She's.trapped.I think.in this tunnel.and I've talked to her in my dreams."
"As in 'real' conversations?"
"Yes, except she won't let me touch her or answer certain questions. She always says.her lover is only allowed to touch her."
"So.where is this going?"
"I wanted to ask her about the attacks, and I found her when I slept last night, but I couldn't find her tonight." Rowen was thinking deeply when I looked over at him.
"She's in trouble?"
"No.she seems alright. She's never asked for help or anything. I thought she might be in trouble, but she never appears scared or lonely."
"Well.maybe she's not sleeping.so you can't talk to her. It's highly possible that you find each other by luck when you sleep," Rowen yawned, laying back down. "We'll talk more in the morning, and if she shows up, ask her and see if she has an answer. If you've never asked her if she needs help, you might want to do that. So people don't admit the need for help right off hand."
"Good point and good night," I laid back down, unable to sleep, and when I did, I chased the darkness in the tunnels wordlessly, looking for the girl.
"What did she say?" It was just after lunch when Kento and Cye had come home. Kento lugged in a jug of stain remover because the back seat of the jeep was going to need a good clean. We were seated around the table, munching on chips, waiting for the answers.
"There were six more exactly like her in the hospital," Cye frowned. "It gets better, though, because seven more turned up outside the hospital, dead."
"What?" Ryo choked on a chip. "That's a lot of girls."
"She had the big stomach wound, but she told us her arm was cut first, and her blood squeezed onto a stone," Cye continued. "Then, they said something about imperfect blood, and she was cut open."
"Whoa, imperfect blood?" Rowen stared from one to the other. "Explain what sick people did this."
"She doesn't think they're people," Kento stopped eating and looked up at us. "She said 'strange robots,' which probably means they banged her up good, so she couldn't tell up from down. Robots? I mean, come on. Probably a couple of punks in tin foil."
"Metal," I mused. "Did you talk to any other girls?"
"No," Cye laughed. "The cops got a go at us, and we barely got in her room, let alone anyone else's room."
"She saw something metal," I sighed. "Could have been tin foil or silver for all we know. That's what she saw."
"So, basically, there's a very, very sick slasher out there?" Ryo raised an eyebrow.
"Did she say anything more about the stone and pure blood?" Rowen looked up from staring at his hands. "That's not something rapists do, you know, or even serial killers, for that matter. They don't take out stones, take a prick of blood, and see if it's pure or not."
"No, that's all she said." Cye drifted off. "But her name is Ami L. Tamolin."
"Genealogy," Rowen had stepped away from the table, making his way up to the computer.
It took hours to find what we were looking for, but Rowen came down stairs later, carrying a couple papers. Cye and I were present in the kitchen while Ryo and Kento had gone out to clean the jeep. "Our girl's history is pretty interesting."
"How?" Cye was preparing dinner while listening while I put down my book, looking at Rowen. "She royal or something?"
"No, but her great, great grandmother was a priestess at some kind of temple," Rowen said. "Her great grandmother, however, married a white man, and that kind of broke the line of priestesses that I could trace."
"Are those files legal?" Cye grinned.
"No, but you can get them if you do x, y, and z," Rowen waved off the question. "Two more families were identified. I looked up some records there, too, and a general theme of temple service runs through the stories generations back."
"Ah, so they want priestess blood," I added. Maybe that's why the girl in my dreams was so weird. She could be a priestess for some foreign religion. "But what creep wants things like that?" Sorry, for all those that read before the update. I'm new to this.