Chapter 3: The Dream Angel: Author: James P. Thomas, Jr.
Posted: 28 Jun 2011, 01:11
CH. 3
Deprived from life, six children lie on tables in an eternal sleep. Their souls travel amongst one another trapped in a room where their bodies were, laid to rest. Tierra, Michael, Leslie, Sade, La La and Shawn all cried out screaming for help hoping that someone could hear them. The Dream Angel crosses through dimensions from where her souls’ trapped to answer the cries of the six souls crying out for help. The children are pulling on the handle of the door trying to get it open until they see an image of a little girl passing through the door as if it is already open. All six of them frightened, jumped back from the door on the stairs. La La and Shawn fell down the stairs as the others ran down the stairs joining them at the bottom. The Dream Angel floats over to the table in which the children rest with no privilege of ever awakening.
“What happened, who did this?” The Dream Angel asked.
“I don’t know. Last thing I remember was being on the playground at school and someone grabbing me from behind and putting a rag or towel over my nose and mouth. When I woke up, I was here. I just want to go home.” Little Tierra said crying not knowing that she was no longer alive.
None of the other children nor The Dream Angel wanted to tell little Tierra what really happened to them since she was only five years old, knowing she would not understand.
“Did any of you get a look at who did this to you?” The Dream Angel asked.
“I remember the guy who abducted me,” Michael said.
“What did he look like?” The Dream Angel asked.
“I was walking home from school and this car pulled up on me. A man pulled up asking me for directions somewhere. I can’t remember the street he was asking about and then out of no where he’s asking me if I want some candy. I told him no thank you and kept walking. He sped up a little, stopped and got out of the car. I tried to run but he moved so fast I didn’t get very far, he grabbed me and picked me up while I was kicking and screaming. I bit him on his left forearm trying to get loose then he put a rag over my nose and mouth to. I really didn’t get a good look at him. I don’t remember anything after that,” Michael said.
All the other children begin to speak at the same time asking The Dream Angel who was she and how were she able to come through the door like that.
“I am Tamaria Armstrong. I to was abducted like you by one of these cowards and murdered. My soul is trapped some where I cannot explain. When there is harm happening to other children or souls of other children are crying out for help, I can hear them. Before I was murdered, I said a ritual to my killer, which is why I think I can hear and come to the aid of those who have been hurt. I do not know how to free you from here but I can tell you when your bodies are found your souls will be released. Let me check around this house to see if someone’s here.”
The Dream Angel makes a different exit from the basement as she floats through the ceiling coming to the main floor of the house. When coming to the main floor she ended up at the passageway of the kitchen where she could see into the dining room and the living room. She could see the person on the couch sleeping so she continued to search the rest of the house as she checked the two rooms and bathroom downstairs. Once she saw no one else was on that floor, she continued her search upstairs. No one else was in the house besides the person she saw sleeping on the couch and the trapped souls that were in the basement. Angry now from the disposition of what she saw she’s starting to burn up as you can see the fire flaring up in her eyes. She passes through the floor of the upstairs leading her down to the main floor where the person on the couch is resting. She glances at the bite marks on his forearm and begun to really burn up as her hair begun to flare up while it is blowing back. A Ping Pong Paddle formed from her wrist as she smacked the guy upside his head so hard while he was resting on the couch that his left arm flew off his chest hitting the glass on the floor with the kind of force to break it into small pieces leaving cuts all over his knuckles.
“Get up! How could you! What did they do to you to deserve this? Why did you have to kill them?” The Dream Angel asked in a fiery rage.
She smacked him so hard; she smacked him into an eternal sleep, knocking his soul out of his body the guy jumped up ready to fight.
“Oh boy, you’re going to hate you did that,” Christopher said not knowing what was in store for him as he looked up to a little girl floating over him. He immediately knew something was abnormal about the situation he had just encountered. He went from being mad to now being scared as he witnessed an angry little girl whole body start changing to fire.
The Dream Angel starts to laugh, “Ha-ha-ha, What did you say? I’m going to hate what. Look down.”
Chris looks down to observe he’s still on the couch sleeping with his left arm now hanging off the end of the couch over the broken glass. “Wait a minute, how am I still sleeping on the couch and here at the same time and what are you, who are you?”
“First of all one question at a time and no you’re not sleep, join the crowd, you’re dead like everyone else in here. Second, who I am is not important. What is important is how could you die on the first hit. I didn’t even have time to torture you yet, but that’s ok, I have a different way of torturing you. You’re about to pay dearly for this.”
The Dream Angel could see the officer observing the inside of the house and knew that he couldn’t see her or the soul she was about to claim since they were no longer amongst the living. She also knew help was about to arrive for the missing children and souls that were trapped in the basement.
Deprived from life, six children lie on tables in an eternal sleep. Their souls travel amongst one another trapped in a room where their bodies were, laid to rest. Tierra, Michael, Leslie, Sade, La La and Shawn all cried out screaming for help hoping that someone could hear them. The Dream Angel crosses through dimensions from where her souls’ trapped to answer the cries of the six souls crying out for help. The children are pulling on the handle of the door trying to get it open until they see an image of a little girl passing through the door as if it is already open. All six of them frightened, jumped back from the door on the stairs. La La and Shawn fell down the stairs as the others ran down the stairs joining them at the bottom. The Dream Angel floats over to the table in which the children rest with no privilege of ever awakening.
“What happened, who did this?” The Dream Angel asked.
“I don’t know. Last thing I remember was being on the playground at school and someone grabbing me from behind and putting a rag or towel over my nose and mouth. When I woke up, I was here. I just want to go home.” Little Tierra said crying not knowing that she was no longer alive.
None of the other children nor The Dream Angel wanted to tell little Tierra what really happened to them since she was only five years old, knowing she would not understand.
“Did any of you get a look at who did this to you?” The Dream Angel asked.
“I remember the guy who abducted me,” Michael said.
“What did he look like?” The Dream Angel asked.
“I was walking home from school and this car pulled up on me. A man pulled up asking me for directions somewhere. I can’t remember the street he was asking about and then out of no where he’s asking me if I want some candy. I told him no thank you and kept walking. He sped up a little, stopped and got out of the car. I tried to run but he moved so fast I didn’t get very far, he grabbed me and picked me up while I was kicking and screaming. I bit him on his left forearm trying to get loose then he put a rag over my nose and mouth to. I really didn’t get a good look at him. I don’t remember anything after that,” Michael said.
All the other children begin to speak at the same time asking The Dream Angel who was she and how were she able to come through the door like that.
“I am Tamaria Armstrong. I to was abducted like you by one of these cowards and murdered. My soul is trapped some where I cannot explain. When there is harm happening to other children or souls of other children are crying out for help, I can hear them. Before I was murdered, I said a ritual to my killer, which is why I think I can hear and come to the aid of those who have been hurt. I do not know how to free you from here but I can tell you when your bodies are found your souls will be released. Let me check around this house to see if someone’s here.”
The Dream Angel makes a different exit from the basement as she floats through the ceiling coming to the main floor of the house. When coming to the main floor she ended up at the passageway of the kitchen where she could see into the dining room and the living room. She could see the person on the couch sleeping so she continued to search the rest of the house as she checked the two rooms and bathroom downstairs. Once she saw no one else was on that floor, she continued her search upstairs. No one else was in the house besides the person she saw sleeping on the couch and the trapped souls that were in the basement. Angry now from the disposition of what she saw she’s starting to burn up as you can see the fire flaring up in her eyes. She passes through the floor of the upstairs leading her down to the main floor where the person on the couch is resting. She glances at the bite marks on his forearm and begun to really burn up as her hair begun to flare up while it is blowing back. A Ping Pong Paddle formed from her wrist as she smacked the guy upside his head so hard while he was resting on the couch that his left arm flew off his chest hitting the glass on the floor with the kind of force to break it into small pieces leaving cuts all over his knuckles.
“Get up! How could you! What did they do to you to deserve this? Why did you have to kill them?” The Dream Angel asked in a fiery rage.
She smacked him so hard; she smacked him into an eternal sleep, knocking his soul out of his body the guy jumped up ready to fight.
“Oh boy, you’re going to hate you did that,” Christopher said not knowing what was in store for him as he looked up to a little girl floating over him. He immediately knew something was abnormal about the situation he had just encountered. He went from being mad to now being scared as he witnessed an angry little girl whole body start changing to fire.
The Dream Angel starts to laugh, “Ha-ha-ha, What did you say? I’m going to hate what. Look down.”
Chris looks down to observe he’s still on the couch sleeping with his left arm now hanging off the end of the couch over the broken glass. “Wait a minute, how am I still sleeping on the couch and here at the same time and what are you, who are you?”
“First of all one question at a time and no you’re not sleep, join the crowd, you’re dead like everyone else in here. Second, who I am is not important. What is important is how could you die on the first hit. I didn’t even have time to torture you yet, but that’s ok, I have a different way of torturing you. You’re about to pay dearly for this.”
The Dream Angel could see the officer observing the inside of the house and knew that he couldn’t see her or the soul she was about to claim since they were no longer amongst the living. She also knew help was about to arrive for the missing children and souls that were trapped in the basement.