Chapter 17

“Jenna, please listen to me,” Donna pleaded.
“I am telling the truth. I did something. Now they are here, watching they will destroy this town,” Jenna placed her hand on Donna’s shoulder.
“Donna, I think you need to see the nurse. One too many scary movies, eh?” With that Jenna turned away and walked out of the library. She didn’t look back. If she did, she would have seen the bright light coming from Donna’s hand and heading her way. Jenna’s back was hit with a chill. It spread over her skin like the tide on a sandy beach. She shivered and rubbed the top of her arms. Unaware that it was Donna’s doing.
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Josh felt icy hands run down his bare arms then over his chest. The cold seeped into his bones making his teeth bang against each other. Red, the young girl’s hair was pure red. It was a shade that Josh had never seen before. She was happy and content sitting in the chair beside her father, no more than three years old. She wasn’t scared, she was smiling.
Josh tried to move, his arms and legs were chained to the hospital bed. The bed rose slightly so he was sitting in a partial sitting position. Whatever drug the man had pumped into his body was playing havoc on his senses. He couldn’t smell and his hearing was fuzzy. The tap of keys sounded distant. He watched the man type away on his computer. He never uttered a sound. Afraid he would draw more attention to himself.
“Now it is time to take the boys blood. He his sick sweetheart and we need to find out what is wrong with him,” the young girl looked sad at the idea that he was sick, she stuck out her bottom lip and it began to quiver.
“Now, now angel, I am going to make him all better,” she smiled at that and nodded her head up and down sending her red hair into a frenzy.
The man stepped into his view; Josh would never forget his face. He was average looking with brown hair that held a hint of red. His Brown eyes glowed with glee, like he had been handed everything he had ever wanted. His nose was slightly offset. Josh’s guess was that he had broken it at some point.
He tried to squirm and wriggle his arm away. All it did was cause him pain. He felt the warm liquid of his blood trickle down his wrist from his efforts.
The man held is arm in place and drew blood. Josh couldn’t do anything else but watch the container fill with the crimson color. When the pot was fill Josh was relived. That didn’t last long as the man injected a serum into his neck. It paralyzed his whole body instantly. He couldn’t even blink.
He then picked up the girl and sat her in a metal chair that was at the side of the bed. He placed her arm into a strap and pulled it tight. She let out a little whimper while she carefully watched him.
“It’s okay,” He ran his hands through her hair and gave her a smile. The girl nodded her understanding.
“You need to have a needle. We don’t want you getting that nasty sickness now do we?” She let out a small cry but shook her head. The girl looked at Josh, her eyes held a sadness that Josh had never seen before.
One where all her trust had just been shattered, he wanted to reach out his hand and hold hers in his, give her the comfort she was seeking.
Instead, he was frozen, just a statue.
He shouted out, but no sound left his lips, it just echoed in his brain. The man was crazy, completely insane. Josh couldn’t stop him. He watched as he injected his blood into the little girl. Her eyes went wide and rolled in her head. Then her pupils disappeared replaced by just the whites of her eyes. She thrashed around and screamed. Then she became still.
The look on the man’s face would haunt him for the rest of his life. He was horrified, but most of all Josh could see how scared he was. He unstrained the girl and scooped her in his arms. Her limbs flopped loosely at her sides, like lead weight. Josh felt tears prick at his eyes as he watched him carry her out, the metal door banging shut behind them.
Josh’s eyes snapped open. He had been lost in his memorizes. One of the worst days of his life. He had seen the girl often that was the last time he had ever seen her. Josh had no doubt that his blood had killed her. Is that what Jax had been through? Josh had been lucky. He had escaped after a few days of capture. Yet that was back in Ireland. Jax, he was different. He had been there too long. He would never tell his parents the horror of that place nor what he had been through.

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Dem’Say Woods was an old town, the buildings showed their age. Though some buildings had been re-built throughout the years. Next to the fancy architecture of the new they almost looked like they were beamed in from an old-fashioned horror movie; nothing good ever comes from buildings so beaten down by endless seasons of weathering.
But that was the lure, the ancient buildings still intact with their rare architecture was what brought tourist to the town.
To the local kids they were more alluring than the corner candy store and at night a few would break in with flashlights, eager to find a souvenir to show back at school. Some kids would make up ghost stories and dare others to go in. There had been a few cases of teens falling through rotten stairways, but mostly they only hung around long enough to break another window or lift an old photograph from a wall.
G.G.M was in a part of town that had been revamped. The tin industrial buildings were rather new, yet with the harsh weather they sometimes faced, the buildings looked as worse for wear as the rest of the town.
Jenna passed through the gates easily. Her stomach rolled with nerves.
She clutched her work experience form tightly in her hand. Images of the attack ran through her mind, they raced and flashed in no set order. Jenna felt nauseous and paused outside the door to catch her breath.
Maybe it was a bad idea. She didn’t get chance to turn around as the door swung open and a young woman wearing a black pencil skirt with a white blouse gave her a worried look.
“Are you Okay,” Jenna was leaning on the door frame for support and pushed herself off giving the woman a nod of her head. The woman guided her inside and to the reception desk. She went behind the counter and painted a smile on her face, one that looked rehearsed.
“Hi, I am Nicole and what can I do for you today?” The way she spoke confirmed Jenna’s theory.