San Joaquin Community Hospital, San Francisco
Samlin Greenham
I wake up from the strange dream.
Though I can't remember the dream and I don't feel or see any urge to remember it. My eyes move around the room, the smell of antiseptic hitting my nose. Almost everything around me is white, white bed cover over me, the curtains of the windows are white, the shirt I'm wearing right now is white.
So, I am in a hospital, the place I hate most.
I slowly lift my head up, it's pounding like someone is squeezing it forcefully. I remove the oxygen mask from my face and push it to the ventilator machine. I inhale deeply, but it's feeling like there's lack of air in the room.
"You are awake?" Emilia and Lucas shout in unison, stepping in the room. She sits beside me on the bed and hugs me tightly, laughing. "Oh God, Sam! Did you have to scare us like that?"
"I scared you?" I smile slightly. "Tell
At the same night, Hadassah had started a big fire at the middle of the Battle of Blood, while she was in the possession of little Celandine's body. The large vessel on the fire was filled with the sacred water for witches from Black Lake. It was an inaccessible lake inside a forest, only who had witch blood in their veins, could approach there. Beside the pyre, there were some ingredients which she would need to return back to her true self."Bonesbane," she muttered and picked up the tiniest bowl contained with a few bone shaped dark green leaves. She stared at the boiling black water for a while, then dropped the leaves into it and chanted, "Confundo." The flames exploded around the pyre when the leaves touched the water, her ragged breath quickened. She took a sharp intake and knelt in front of the pyre and picked up the next ingredient."Blood Soil," she muttered and poured the brown soil and tiny pebbles into t
He closes the driver's door.Lynn looks around the little house carefully and walks through the driveway, entering his hands into his pockets. He's not sure if this guy still lives here, but if anyone could help him to take the Feingold Brothers down, this guy would be one of them.But also, time changes people.Lynn rings the bell twice.After a while, footsteps approaches. A pale looking, red haired woman opens the door slightly, looking at him suspiciously."What do you want?" she asks coldly."Er....does Ray Jenkins live here?""Who are you?" she frowns."My name is Lynn, an old friend of Ray. Is he here?" Lynn replies patiently."Oh, he's here." The woman raises her eyebrows. "But I don't think you're gonna meet him.""Why? What's wrong?""You work for that secret society, don't you? Which screwed up his whole life, our life," she speaks harshly. "I don't know why you're h
Samlin Greenham"What did you tell your mother about where you're going tonight?" Lynn asks me, his eyes focusing ahead on the road, driving faster."Said that I'm having sleepover at Emilia's house," I look at my fists, my skin sweating. Well, I don't go everyday to break in a prison. "Hope she won't find out that I lied.""Try to relax, Sam," he smiles reassuringly, then looks at the rearview mirror. "You okay there, Uncle?""I am fine," Kramer replies. I met him already, a month ago, when I was stuck in a hospital. He was kind to me, of course, I didn't know it then that he was Lynn's uncle.I glance down at my wristwatch, it's a quarter past twelve, maybe the night officers already finished the bed checking."How far is the prison?""Be there in ten minutes," he increases the speed, needle of the speedometer hitting the place of eighty kilometers. I look out of the window, the road at night is
Somebody is brushing hairs from his forehead. Then nudging his shoulder."Cedron, wake up," a voice tells softly.A female voice.He is feeling confused. There's no female person in their home. Then who is it?He tries to open my eyes, but can't, because sunlight is hitting me. Who the hell opened the damn curtains of the damn window?He raises his hands to cover my eyes, but something is in them. Something muddy.Wait...I'm not in home, am I?"Cedron," that voice tells again.I snap my eyes open.A sharp face welcomes me.I adjust myself in a seated position, glancing around. Who is this girl?Shit!He squints at the sunlight, not feeling as panicked as others should be
Moriah was watching the parasites."Why would I waste my precious time by discussing that with a coward like you? You should know by now the reason why I am here, Ezekiel," she called him by his real name. The warriors were still stunned by the lightning and when they saw that two of them talking, they began to whisper between them again. The Commander of Moriah's army, Panther, he was feeling anxious and frightened at the absence of his Lord. He couldn't decide that what he should command the fighters; whether order them to continue fighting or surrender to their enemies. Nrikawn was also surprised while he just returned from the forest. He vaguely recognized the woman in front of his brother, he recalled that perhaps she was Hand of the King's wife, Hadassah Longleaf. He wondered what the hell she was doing there or talking about or acting like an unusual creature. He glanced at his army's Commander,"Alex. What do you t
"Ah...."Celandine observed the man curiously who just came out from the chamber, going downstairs. She noticed the small hand batch on his black robe, wondering what that might be meaning.Suddenly everything around her changed.They traveled dawn to dusk, past woods and orchards and neatly tended fields, through small villages, crowded market towns, and stout holdfasts. Come dark, they would make camp and eat by the light of the moon and the lamps. The men took turns standing watch. Celandine would glimpse firelight flickeringthrough the trees from the camps of other travelers. There seemed to be more camps every night, and more traffic on the kingsroad by day.She somehow knew it was a dream.Morning, noon, and night they came, old folks and little children, big men and small ones, barefo
Somebody is brushing hairs from his forehead. Then nudging his shoulder."Cedron, wake up," a voice tells softly.A female voice.He is feeling confused. There's no female person in their home. Then who is it?He tries to open my eyes, but can't, because sunlight is hitting me. Who the hell opened the damn curtains of the damn window?He raises his hands to cover my eyes, but something is in them. Something muddy.Wait...I'm not in home, am I?"Cedron," that voice tells again.I snap my eyes open.A sharp face welcomes me.I adjust myself in a seated position, glancing around. Who is this girl?Shit!He squints at the sunlight, not feeling as panicked as others should be
San Joaquin Community Hospital, San FranciscoSamlin GreenhamI wake up from the strange dream. Though I can't remember the dream and I don't feel or see any urge to remember it. My eyes move around the room, the smell of antiseptic hitting my nose. Almost everything around me is white, white bed cover over me, the curtains of the windows are white, the shirt I'm wearing right now is white.So, I am in a hospital, the place I hate most. I slowly lift my head up, it's pounding like someone is squeezing it forcefully. I remove the oxygen mask from my face and push it to the ventilator machine. I inhale deeply, but it's feeling like there's lack of air in the room."You are awake?" Emilia and Lucas shout in unison, stepping in the room. She sits beside me on the bed and hugs me tigh