don't have any more nightmares. I just want
to make sure it works."
"Okay," Karina said and lay back down on the
blankets and covered herself up.
Luke sat down on the ground cross-legged in
front of her, then reached out a hand to rest on her shoulder.
Karina put her hand over his. Then she smiled a little bit and
closed her eyes to go to sleep.
Hours later Karina woke up with sunshine
streaming through the windows and Luke's arm around her. She turned
to see he was fast asleep.
"Well, I guess it's working," she said to
herself. She reached out to gently touch his face, trying not to
wake him. He mumbled a little bit but didn't wake. She smiled.
Chapter 18
"Right in the heart," Luke said as he threw a
wooden stake at a mattress propped up against the wall. He'd drawn
a heart on the mattress with some ketchup. The stake hit the center
of it. He walked over and pulled the stake out of the mattress and
handed it to her.
She took it and aimed it and threw. It hit
the general vicinity, but sideways.
"You'll get used to it," he said. "The weight
of it, how it moves through the air." He picked it up off the floor
and handed it to her again.
"How about I just use my psychic power to
throw stakes?" she asked.
"That's good too," he said. "You should
probably practice both."
She opened her hand with the stake lying in
it. She used her mind to levitate it and toss it at the mattress.
It slammed into the center of the heart the right way and stuck.
She smirked and looked up at Luke. He looked impressed.
"Nice," he said. "I guess you should practice
the hand throwing then."
She gasped and playfully socked him in the
arm.
He laughed. "I’m going to go make more of
these. We should probably always have some nearby."
"Okay," she said as he walked out of the
room. She went to pull the stake out of the mattress, then backed
up again. She pulled her arm back, trying to get a feel for the
stake in her hand, and threw it as hard as she could at the
mattress. Just then he stuck his head in the door near where the
stake hit, far from the ketchup heart. Her eyes grew wide. "I
could've hit you!" she yelled.
"Well, not on purpose," he said, pointing at
the stake.
She laughed a little bit. "Seriously, shout
or knock before you enter this room."
"Alright, alright," he said, chuckling. "I
just wanted to know if you wanted lunch. I can bring some up. I
promise I'll knock." He smiled.
"Pfft," she said. "Fine. Yes, thank you." She
went and picked the stake up and backed up to try it again. "Now
shoo," she said, moving him away.
He laughed and went back downstairs.
***
She was walking through a meadow in a flowing
white dress. The sun was bright. Everything was hazy as if in a
dream.
"It took forever to find you," she heard
Geric say behind her.
She spun around to see him all dressed in
black, smirking at her.
"What? That's impossible," she said.
"No, actually, it's not," he said, walking
towards her. "We realized digging up your worst memories makes you
tense, makes you close yourself off. So we created a pleasant
arena," he motioned to the surrounding meadow, "for us to meet
in."
She stared at the beautiful meadow in
horror.
"But how?" she asked. "We have a protective
circle of salt to keep you out."
"Do you?" he asked, and then laughed. "I
guess that doesn't work." He started to walk away from her. "I'll
be seeing you soon," he said. He turned to ask, "Abandoned
farmhouse just outside of Hillton, right?"
She didn't answer and he didn't actually need
her to. He just laughed and turned around and kept walking.
She woke with a start. It was nighttime. She
glanced over and saw her arm had broken the salt circle. She must
have been moving around in her sleep.
"Luke, Luke!" she said, shaking him. He woke
quickly and looked around the room for intruders.
"What is it?" he asked, looking at her.
She pointed to the broken salt line. "I must
have done it in my sleep. Geric met me in a dream and told me
to make sure it works."
"Okay," Karina said and lay back down on the
blankets and covered herself up.
Luke sat down on the ground cross-legged in
front of her, then reached out a hand to rest on her shoulder.
Karina put her hand over his. Then she smiled a little bit and
closed her eyes to go to sleep.
Hours later Karina woke up with sunshine
streaming through the windows and Luke's arm around her. She turned
to see he was fast asleep.
"Well, I guess it's working," she said to
herself. She reached out to gently touch his face, trying not to
wake him. He mumbled a little bit but didn't wake. She smiled.
Chapter 18
"Right in the heart," Luke said as he threw a
wooden stake at a mattress propped up against the wall. He'd drawn
a heart on the mattress with some ketchup. The stake hit the center
of it. He walked over and pulled the stake out of the mattress and
handed it to her.
She took it and aimed it and threw. It hit
the general vicinity, but sideways.
"You'll get used to it," he said. "The weight
of it, how it moves through the air." He picked it up off the floor
and handed it to her again.
"How about I just use my psychic power to
throw stakes?" she asked.
"That's good too," he said. "You should
probably practice both."
She opened her hand with the stake lying in
it. She used her mind to levitate it and toss it at the mattress.
It slammed into the center of the heart the right way and stuck.
She smirked and looked up at Luke. He looked impressed.
"Nice," he said. "I guess you should practice
the hand throwing then."
She gasped and playfully socked him in the
arm.
He laughed. "I’m going to go make more of
these. We should probably always have some nearby."
"Okay," she said as he walked out of the
room. She went to pull the stake out of the mattress, then backed
up again. She pulled her arm back, trying to get a feel for the
stake in her hand, and threw it as hard as she could at the
mattress. Just then he stuck his head in the door near where the
stake hit, far from the ketchup heart. Her eyes grew wide. "I
could've hit you!" she yelled.
"Well, not on purpose," he said, pointing at
the stake.
She laughed a little bit. "Seriously, shout
or knock before you enter this room."
"Alright, alright," he said, chuckling. "I
just wanted to know if you wanted lunch. I can bring some up. I
promise I'll knock." He smiled.
"Pfft," she said. "Fine. Yes, thank you." She
went and picked the stake up and backed up to try it again. "Now
shoo," she said, moving him away.
He laughed and went back downstairs.
***
She was walking through a meadow in a flowing
white dress. The sun was bright. Everything was hazy as if in a
dream.
"It took forever to find you," she heard
Geric say behind her.
She spun around to see him all dressed in
black, smirking at her.
"What? That's impossible," she said.
"No, actually, it's not," he said, walking
towards her. "We realized digging up your worst memories makes you
tense, makes you close yourself off. So we created a pleasant
arena," he motioned to the surrounding meadow, "for us to meet
in."
She stared at the beautiful meadow in
horror.
"But how?" she asked. "We have a protective
circle of salt to keep you out."
"Do you?" he asked, and then laughed. "I
guess that doesn't work." He started to walk away from her. "I'll
be seeing you soon," he said. He turned to ask, "Abandoned
farmhouse just outside of Hillton, right?"
She didn't answer and he didn't actually need
her to. He just laughed and turned around and kept walking.
She woke with a start. It was nighttime. She
glanced over and saw her arm had broken the salt circle. She must
have been moving around in her sleep.
"Luke, Luke!" she said, shaking him. He woke
quickly and looked around the room for intruders.
"What is it?" he asked, looking at her.
She pointed to the broken salt line. "I must
have done it in my sleep. Geric met me in a dream and told me
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