Chapter 170
Chapter 170 Dream about Emmett
CAS SANDRA
That night, I had a terrible dream.
It wasn’t the first time I’d dreamt about Emmett since his death, but this one was peculiar, to say the
least.
In the dream, Emmett wore a long ck robe with a good that mostly obscured his handsome face,
though I could still see the familiar glow of his blue-green eyes. They were a strange shade, a rich teal
blue with a ring of emerald around them, and in the dream, they were so bright, that it was as if they
were lit from within.
We lingered outside the forest, and it seemed as if he were about to embark on a journey. As he
breached the line of trees, I stood there for a moment and then decided to follow discreetly behind.
I followed the trail of his cloak and shadowed him closely, so much that I could smell the familiar
warmth of his cologne. All around me, the trees loomed above, so far into the sky that I could hardly
see anything else. The immense forest seemed endless, and as I peered around us, a strange, anxious
feeling crashed over me.
I’d always felt a peace in the woods.
But this ce seemed dangerous.
Just as quickly as he appeared, Emmett seemed to vanish suddenly, leaving me startled and frozen in
my tracks. I tried to call out for him, but my voice caught in my throat, and couldn’t escape. Sweat
broke out across my forehead, and then a dark figure shed before my eyes.
Again, I tried to cry out, but suddenly, I became aware that someone was standing behind me, and their
hand covered my mouth. Before I could fight against them, I was pulled backward. My heels dug into
the earth in an attempt to escape, but my attacker was too strong for me. My heart pounded in my
chest and I fought
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for breath. I managed to make a small noise, and then the figure spoke.
“Shhh,” he urged, and I quickly stopped struggling. I knew that low, soothing voice anywhere. It was
Emmett.
Once I was steady in my stance, I straightened up and turned around to face him. But even in our close
proximity to one another, his face remained concealed. Despite this, I could sense his solemnity. This
wasn’t unusual for Emmett, but I felt a deeper indication of things being amiss.
He then started walking forward, and as his cloak dragged along the forest floor, I knew I had no choice
but to follow yet again. I nced around cautiously, taking note of my surroundings. Emmett guided me
through thick dark green foliag but then came to a sudden stop behind arge fallen trunk. The wood
was decaying- it was clear it had crashed down long ago.
Emmett spoke again.
“Don’t follow me,” he said calmly. “It’s too dangerous.”
My curiosity spi ked as I tried to make sense of what was happening, and then a question appeared in
my semi-lucid mind. “Emmett, when you went on all of those mysterious journeys, when you left me in
the clinic at Wild Crawler to fend for myself… where did you go?”
He remained silent for a moment.
“Go home, Cas sandra,” he urged me finally. “Please, return.”
He turned to leave, but I wasn’t going to let him. In the back of my mind, I wondered if my insistence on
following him might have stemmed from a subconscious awareness that Emmett was destined to
perish. Either way, I didn’t want to lose him again.
So, I reached out to touch him, but when I did, his cloak gained a mist-like property, and my hand ran
through it as if he were a ghost.
Emmett turned back around, and though his face was mostly concealed, I could
see his lips for the briefest of seconds, and they parted to speak, but before his words could escape,
the dark figure from before appeared again.
As it quickly vanished, I began to tremble in fear, and Emmett swiftly pulled me forward and switched
ces with me. When he did, I saw the dark figure looming behind him, and my jaw dropped in shock.
Though I couldn’t make sense of the figure’s shape, the feeling of dread washed
over me.
Confused by the sudden turn of events, my vision turned red, as if it were blurred with blood. The figure
spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.
“What are the whereabouts of the “thing”?” it demanded.
Emmett began tough and as the sound of it filled the air, then blood started to gush from his neck.
Tears welled from my eyes at the gruesome sight and soon spilled onto my cheeks as the blood
streamed everywhere. I cried out but remained frozen, and then a colossal hand moved past Emmett’s
dying body and reached toward my throat.
“What are the whereabouts?” the voice demanded again, and just as I closed my eyes in the dream
and prepared to meet my demise…
I woke up with a start.
I sat up in bed and panted heavily. As I fought to catch my breath, I wiped a sheen of perspiration from
my forehead. I clutched onto my damp bed sheets until my knuckles paled, and a few deep breaths
later, my racing heart finally slowed.
Once I was steady, I quietly climbed out of bed and walked over to Finnick. My beautiful boy was fast
asleep, and I took sce in the peaceful sight of his dreaming body.
As I stood there, my lower lip trembled.
Poor Emmett.
Why had I dreamed of something so distressing? Bad dreams hadn’t gued me for a while, and this
one added to the uneasiness in my heart.
Clearly, my brain was under immense pressure from the events ofte, but why had my dream been so
gruesome? I’d dreamed of the inferno and the pain over and over again, but this instance was far more
terrifying somehow.
Once I realized I wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep, I decided to head downstairs. Theb beckoned.
In the wake of this dream, I knew I needed to review Spi ke’s report, as it had gone straight to Becky
without my scrutiny. Though I knew my assistant was more than capable of handling the evidence
herself, I needed to see the report for my own peace of mind and ensure that all was well.
As it was the middle of the night, the clinic was cold and quiet, and I wrapped my robe around me
tightly. The stairs beneath my bare feet were freezing, and I regretted not wearing slippers. Still, I
walked through the lobby and made my way
to theb.
The clock in the corner of the room read 3:00 AM. A yawn rose up from my throat, and I knew I would
likely feel awfulter in the day, but I couldn’t stop thinking of things. Surely, the report would put me at
ease.
But upon entering theb, I sensed something amiss. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up, and
my arms broke out in goosebumps.
I nced to the right of me, and suddenly, a dark figure shed past the window for a split second. I
rushed to the window with incredible speed, but when I gazed out of it, I found no one in sight.