Sons of Sylvia Ch2
I believe I failed in the last chapter to explain that this story is based on a dream I had a few nights ago. I of course woke up with the story only halfway through, I will tell you when my dream cuts out and when it is all written by thought. Until then, I hope you enjoy my limited, unconscious, imagination. :D
Sons of Sylvia Ch2
Even with the adrenaline still coursing through his body, Chris was unable to pull out enough willpower to keep walking home. He decided to take a seat at the nearest bench. Luckily he found one within moments of making his decision. He less than gracefully sat down and almost instantly started to cry.
He thought about his life at home and of his love life. His parents have nearly disowned him twice now due to him being arrested countless times for his free running he oh so loved to do. And in the way of his love life, he only had feelings for one girl back in high school, who no matter how hard he tried, liked someone else. He still wouldn't get over it after however many years it's been, he had lost count. It's not that he couldn't get over it he just chooses not to. If only there was a-
Suddenly at that moment his thoughts were interrupted by a scratchy, old, woman's voice, "I've been watching you for quite some time now." Chris was startled, he is usually much more attentive and would've normally noticed her. He replied, "I don't like people watching me, mostly strangers, who are you?!" "You will know of me in time, but for now come with me and all of your wildest dreams may come true." Chris half yelled half squeaked, "Get away from me you crazy old coot!" He took off in a sprint back home, now with a new boost of adrenaline, he scaled his backyard wall and burst through the back door.
"There was something strange about that old woman, and I don't like it." Chris thought aloud to himself. He snuck into his fathers room and found his handgun. He felt it was necessary to have it for at least tonight. If that woman was able to watch him without him noticing she could do it again. Chris slowly faded into the night still shaken from both the bar fight and the creepy old lady, whom he was having a strange nightmare about.
Still halfway awake, he was awoken by the sound of shattering glass. He pulled out the handgun from under the pillow and took aim at his door. Heart pounding harder than ever, his door made a slight squeak as it was slowly opened. There she was! That old lady had followed him here! "She is truly crazy!" he thought. Without any further thinking he opened fire unloading three shots at the figure of the old woman in his doorway. She merely stuck her hand out and stopped the bullets dead in their paths and falling harmlessly to the floor. Stunned, Chris was unable to pull off any more shots and simply watched as she eerily walked up to him and placed her hand on his face. Then nothing, he was out cold.