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So.. I just found out you can't post more than two stories a day...bummer cause I really wanted to put the next chapter in. Well, if anyone reads my journals, here's a little treat. This is from one of my stories I thought of when I had this weird dream about being in a space station and it was taken over and the guy was looking for virgins. Enjoy!



I dreamed, like always. I stood in what looked like a glass tube. Around me was a clear liquid and outside the tube was a tall dark man. I struggle against the restraints that held my arm. I pressed my back against the tube wall and kicked with my feet. I was angry and scared. There was no way out.
The man pressed his hand against the glass. I shook my head. I hated it, hated him. I wanted him dead. I wanted him to feel the pain he was putting me through. I was screaming at him in my mind, cursing his every heartbeat.
“Coward!” I thought. “You throw me in a bowl like a fish you just brought at the pet store! I’m not yours! I’ll never be yours!”
He laughed as if he could hear me. It was menacing to see him enjoy himself. I shook my head again. Was there any escape from this crazed man? Was the woman who attacked me in the alley right? Was I his…forever?

I jolted up. My body trembled badly; sweat pouring down and soaking every inch of my body. I was scared and I didn’t know why.
My door bust open. I jumped. My dad glared at me for a moment. He raised his eyebrow and flicked on the light. His eyes suddenly widened when he saw how bad I shook.
“What’s wrong?” he hurried to my side.
“Just a nightmare,” I huffed. I glanced at the clock. It was six. “Hey, why aren’t you at work?”
“It’s six at night,” Dad smirked. “You’ve been asleep for a long time. I’m on my dinner break. Your mom’s still at work. She’s worried about you. From what I’ve heard, you were attacked last night?”
I nodded. “Yeah, some lady literally threw me against the wall. She was drunk, you know; adult bunny bashes. She was shouting about something.”
My dad nodded slowly. “This is why you should be home before three in the morning.”
I laughed. He looked toward the hallway. April hovered by, rubbing her eyes. She sighed loudly. “’Morning sis, I hope you like having the late shift at the hospital. Cause they just called saying it’s either you go or you don’t show.”
I huffed, throwing my legs over the bedside. My dad stood up, walking toward the doorway. He stopped. “One other thing; when are you going to get married?”
I dropped my jaw, glaring back at him. “What?”
“Come on,” He nearly pleaded. “When are you going to get out there and find a nice young man to settle with? It’s not that I want you out it’s just I want you happy.”
“I’m just sixteen, Dad,” I sighed. “I graduated seven months ago. I have a job and I get paid. Until I know I’m destined for love, I’m not even going to try.” My father gaped at me. I gave him a half smile and pulled out my scrubs. Marriage was a huge thing to him. April got married a week after she graduated. I was plagued to be married same way but I definitely didn’t care for love.
“I know there’s someone you like out there,” Dad groaned. “What about that James kid? What about him?”
“Married,” I hissed.
“But didn’t he,” my dad started.
“Don’t bring that up,” I glared at him. I turned back to my scrubs. “If you don’t mind, I need to get ready for my night shift.”
I hated night shifts. Not only were they slow, but I missed my bunny bashes. I was laying in the on call room when my mind wondered back to my dream. Who was he, why was he there, and why was I restrained in some medical surgery tube? I wanted to see the unknown logic in my dream.
I closed my eyes. Was there any logic in that dream? I did work in the hospital, seeing surgical tubes were part of my everyday life. Restraints were used all the time during the surgeries. But who was he?
I yawned. I wasn’t going to get any calls that night, so why stay up? It was just a matter of hours until I was allowed to go home and really get something done.
With a quick huffing breath, I murmured a soft lullaby, blinking in the darkness. There was no real reason to be there at. I hadn’t gotten any patients. Why was I even on call? Darn logical mind.
I remembered the man in detail. He had dark eyes, his extra skinny body with pale skin, making him almost look like an old school vampire. His smile was haunting. His touch was cold. He was an evil man, bent on ruling everything. He was a cult leader, a damn cult leader too old to have kids. His link was age-defiance and his name was-was-was-
I opened my eyes quickly. I glanced at the clock; I had been asleep for two hours. No one had called for me, as I knew was going to happen. I was shaking again. There was no way, no normal explanation for why I knew all those things about that man. I wanted him out of my mind, out of my life.
With a quick stretch, I walked out of the on call bedroom and into the hallways. I walked by the nurses station and into the lounging area. I was halfway done with a cup of hot chocolate when I noticed something was wrong…
There was no one there.
I dropped my cup and pressed myself against the wall. I looked down every hall before making a mad dash for the exit. I looked around outside and saw no one. I cursed under my breath. My father warned me about things like this; hostile takeovers. Once and a while there were drills but nothing like total abandonment. I fidgeted, walking down the street quickly.
‘If there was a take over,’ my mind started, ‘there must be a place where everyone could go at once. Like the shelters! But they’re all scattered around the whole station. No, there had to be a place big enough for the whole population to be at where the doors would lock and would be easily accessed.’ I turned around, snapping my fingers. “The docks!” I shouted.
I instantly regretted that.
The sound of rushing footsteps filled my ears. I turned around and found around five men in queer golden suits, none from my station. I gritted my teeth. If I had my blaster I would’ve stood and fought, but without it I only had the chance to get out by running.
I had the upper hand in one category, I lived on that station. They had the upper hand in a category that made mine look like nothing; number, speed, and weapons. With every corner I turned it seemed five more joined the group following me so by the time I was even a mile away from the docks I had around sixty people chasing me. Good thing I had been in track in school.
‘Damn this,’ my mind screamed as my limbs seemed to feel the sudden rain of bullets as they flew past me. ‘Why me, why now of all times? How come this couldn’t have happened on some other-’ I stopped thinking that. If it did happen on another station the person being chased might not have been as lucky.
The docking area was barely a few yards away when I suddenly felt a chill run through my spine. Why were there men on every street besides the ones heading toward the docks? It was a trap! A trap I stupidly walked into and didn’t think of until my hands were throwing the doors open.