Nighthawks (Children of Nostradamus Book 1) by Jeremy Flagg Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: Jeremy Flagg
tried to keep his stomach from tying itself into tighter knots. His first show was already shaping up to be on the front page of the newspaper. He was nervous with the exposure, but now he would be at the epicenter of controversy. His friends would be there. Gretchen would be running the show. He took a deep breath. It could only go so bad. It was more likely he would run his mouth to a critic and screw himself in the art scene. He felt his stomach clench again.
***
Sarah knew the moment she opened her eyes this was a nightmare. She stood in the middle of her high school classroom. The colors were desaturated, leaving the room a variety of murky grays. The edges faded off into nothingness, an abyss of black.
It was the classroom she was called out of to be told she was a Child of Nostradamus. The desks were in the same rows, and books rested on top of them, apparently untouched for years. It was the room that haunted her dreams night in and night out. This was the room where her humanity was stolen from her.
“But so much more was given to you, Sarah.”
It was him.
The dream didn’t change, not until recently. Before she would try to escape the room, but the doors and windows were locked. Eventually she would be frozen by fear. Her pulse would race in terror and just as she thought she might wake, the door would open and two figures would escort her from the room. She would wake in a cold sweat, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Then he arrived.
His presence had taken away the fear of the nightmare. As she awoke from one dream into another, she could feel a moment of panic, but it passed. She knew she was asleep in a small cement room. She was lying on top of a sterile mattress, wearing a white prison uniform. The nightmare lost its power over her. However, as the dream became less frightening, the voice speaking to her became more direct.
His voice had started as a whisper, a sultry, seductive voice she tried to ignore. She had feared her nightmare was uncovering new methods of terrifying her. The whisper grew louder, talking to her, befriending her in this horrific location.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I am here to help you, Sarah.”
She shook her head, trying to force herself to wake. She felt the pressure of hands resting on her shoulders, a presence pressing up against her backside. “I can help you, Sarah.”
The word was faint, barely audible as she spoke it. “Yes.”
The grip on her shoulders tightened as a black liquid crawled along her feet, enveloping her legs. She caught herself on the window frame as the darkness crept up her body. She pushed at it. She tried to shake it off, but it was clinging to her like a second skin, climbing her torso.
She stared out the window, surrendering to the icy grip. Outside there should have been a massive tree, and beyond that, the student parking lot. Instead of the familiar high school surroundings, an empty blackness dominated the view. Far off in the distance a small figure shone brightly, warding away the darkness. As she submitted to the voice, she watched the figure reveal itself, wings spread out wide. Her vision blurred until the angel vanished. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she felt at peace as the darkness consumed her completely.
Chapter Five
May 16th, 2032 9:02PM
She hugged the building as she scurried down the street. The sunlight had faded and the full moon was the only light along the side of the skyscrapers around her. Even with the diminishing light, she could make out the billowing smoke about a mile away. She had been walking since yesterday afternoon, and with little sleep, she found her eyes fighting to stay open.
She placed her hand on the glass of the building next to her. She examined the window and had to assume it was a business office of some sort. Inside would be cubicles. Offices had fridges, and if she was lucky, water coolers that hadn’t run dry. Her belly
***
Sarah knew the moment she opened her eyes this was a nightmare. She stood in the middle of her high school classroom. The colors were desaturated, leaving the room a variety of murky grays. The edges faded off into nothingness, an abyss of black.
It was the classroom she was called out of to be told she was a Child of Nostradamus. The desks were in the same rows, and books rested on top of them, apparently untouched for years. It was the room that haunted her dreams night in and night out. This was the room where her humanity was stolen from her.
“But so much more was given to you, Sarah.”
It was him.
The dream didn’t change, not until recently. Before she would try to escape the room, but the doors and windows were locked. Eventually she would be frozen by fear. Her pulse would race in terror and just as she thought she might wake, the door would open and two figures would escort her from the room. She would wake in a cold sweat, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Then he arrived.
His presence had taken away the fear of the nightmare. As she awoke from one dream into another, she could feel a moment of panic, but it passed. She knew she was asleep in a small cement room. She was lying on top of a sterile mattress, wearing a white prison uniform. The nightmare lost its power over her. However, as the dream became less frightening, the voice speaking to her became more direct.
His voice had started as a whisper, a sultry, seductive voice she tried to ignore. She had feared her nightmare was uncovering new methods of terrifying her. The whisper grew louder, talking to her, befriending her in this horrific location.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“I am here to help you, Sarah.”
She shook her head, trying to force herself to wake. She felt the pressure of hands resting on her shoulders, a presence pressing up against her backside. “I can help you, Sarah.”
The word was faint, barely audible as she spoke it. “Yes.”
The grip on her shoulders tightened as a black liquid crawled along her feet, enveloping her legs. She caught herself on the window frame as the darkness crept up her body. She pushed at it. She tried to shake it off, but it was clinging to her like a second skin, climbing her torso.
She stared out the window, surrendering to the icy grip. Outside there should have been a massive tree, and beyond that, the student parking lot. Instead of the familiar high school surroundings, an empty blackness dominated the view. Far off in the distance a small figure shone brightly, warding away the darkness. As she submitted to the voice, she watched the figure reveal itself, wings spread out wide. Her vision blurred until the angel vanished. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she felt at peace as the darkness consumed her completely.
Chapter Five
May 16th, 2032 9:02PM
She hugged the building as she scurried down the street. The sunlight had faded and the full moon was the only light along the side of the skyscrapers around her. Even with the diminishing light, she could make out the billowing smoke about a mile away. She had been walking since yesterday afternoon, and with little sleep, she found her eyes fighting to stay open.
She placed her hand on the glass of the building next to her. She examined the window and had to assume it was a business office of some sort. Inside would be cubicles. Offices had fridges, and if she was lucky, water coolers that hadn’t run dry. Her belly
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