I'm sorry, I was distracted by watching 'How to do an American accent' to see if they got it right, because apparently an American 'expert' messed up the British accent. Actually, I'm insulted and offended with almost every video. They think all teenage American girls are snobby Miss-America-Wannabees. UGH!
Anyway, see if you can figure out who the 'Scar Dude' is! He's been mentioned before!
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
October 21, 2010
The chief called about two hours after we got to the new hospital Nudge was in, thinking they found Iggy. Fang left to see if it was him or not, but that's a tiny detail in this entry. The main thing I'm talking about is my dream I had the first night in the new hospital.
I was sleeping on the chair beside Nudge's bed, Fang was on the other side. Now, do you remember what I thought that the shooter was muttering under his breath?
"Leave, leave, you must leave. I will not stop until you leave, Hilary."
All I can do is hope he didn't say Hilary. Ha! After my dream, I have no doubt he said Hilary. I haven't told Fang about my dream, I still don't think it's real.
I was standing in the middle of a paved road. It didn't curve - just went straight as far as I could see. There was no trees or grass on either side of the road, or houses, and the nothingness beside the road streched for... I guess forever. Every five feet of the road old early 1900s lamp posts stood on both sides. Apparently they didn't work, because it was night and they weren't lit.
What was I doing? What if a car came? I tried to walk to the side of the road, but my feet wouldn't move. Well, I guess they might, but there were like hundred pound cender blocks. I tried to open my wings, but there weren't there. I mean, I still had my bird hybrid in me, my wings were just gone. Oops, too late.
I heard the car before I saw it. It was a car, a silver Volvo, but it sounded like an eighteen-wheeler. I tried with all my strength to move, but I couldn't. The headlights glared in my eyes, so harsh I had to turn my head to keep from being blinded. If that wasn't terrifying enough, a cackle split through the air.
"Leave, leave, you must leave. I will not stop until you leave, Hilary."
I knew where I heard it immediately. The man that killed everyone in the hospital. The dark voice kept repeating, "Leave, leave, you must leave. I will not stop until you leave, Hilary," over and over until there was no doubt he said Hilary. I shielded my eyes to look at the drivers seat, not missing a chance to see who the killer was.
But the driver's seat was empty.
The cackle split through again, almost like it was mocking me. I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out.
Suddenly I was standing on a wooden dock. Dark water, which I'm sure would have been blue in the light, stretched on like the road. And a rocky shore to both sides.
"Hilary!" said the same dark voice behind me, making me jump. I slowly turned around. I saw the right side of his face. He had dark hair and a thick scar over his eye. That guy looked familier.
"Yes?" a familier female voice asked. I waited to see if someone would come out of the nothingness, but no one did.
"Where are you?" said the Scar Dude.
"On the dock."
I looked around me, no one was there. Scar Dud, turned towards me. His dark eyes met mine and I could almost see the blaze in his eyes. Wait - was I Hilary?
"Hilary, the rest of your flock is safe. The girls are camping in the woods beside the hospital I hit. The boys will be found and will survive. But tomorrow you will hear about a plane blowing up, supposedly from a faulty engine." With that, Scar Dude turned and walked into the nothingness.
I practially jumped awake. Yeah, it's creepy, I know. But apparently I'm Hilary, and the Scar Dude won't stop killing hundreds of people until Fang and I leave.
Which means Fang's vision would come true.
Which means Mom would kill herself.
So... would Mom committing suicide be better then thousands of people dying?
-Maximum