Lucas Ryan Versus: The Hive (The Lucas Ryan Versus Series) by Madison Daniel Page B

craziness I had only seen in horror movies. I was officially scared.
    “Do you want it? Do you want your special...gift?” she winked. I shook my head no and she cackled even louder. Oh no, this was about to get ugly.
    “Too bad!” she screeched. In a split second she pulled her arms from behind her back, wielding an oversized mallet. It was twice the size of her and striped like a humongous candy cane. The face of the mallet was covered in dark stains that were dripping from it in big fat drops. She twirled it inside of her hands with the skill of a berserker ninja. Her body vibrated in a shaking blur.
    “What the...” I fell back. She leaped into the air and swung the hammer with the strength of a lumberjack. It smashed through my desk with the force of a bomb, just barely missing me. My desk shattered into a million slivers. I jumped for my bed as she nearly hit me with her second swing. I could feel the moist edge of the mallet as it grazed my cheek.
    “Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!” she cackled. She flipped the hammer over her head instantly and brought it down onto my mattress. It made a muffled THWACK, and sent me into the air; my head just missing the ceiling by an inch.
    “Felicity!” I screamed. She pulled back again and leveled my bed with the next swing. This time I flew off the side of my bed, crashing down on top of my laundry basket.
    “You’re going to kill me!” I said, petrified.
    She leaped onto what was left of my bed with a wicked pout on her face, “Kill you?”
    “Yes,” I said.
    “Yay for me!” she screamed.
    Outside my bedroom window came a buzzing. It sounded as if a dozen chainsaws were about to explode. It grew louder, hurting my ears. I covered them instinctively, but it didn’t help. The horrible sound kept growing. Felicity seemed to not be affected by it at all. Lucky her. And just when I couldn’t take the sound anymore, the window exploded inside the bedroom. The pieces of jagged glass ricocheted off everything in the room, bouncing around like a million little rubber balls. They never stopped. I held still and waited to be cut into pieces.
    “All right! She’s going to squash him like a bug!” a familiar, but unwelcome voice hollered through the window frame. My irritating and nosy neighbors, the Anderson’s, had joined the party.
    “Mr. Anderson?” I whispered.
    “Hit him again!” Mrs. Anderson cheered. What the hell was going on? Felicity obeyed their requests, quickly.
    “Okay!” she said, with a thumbs up. Another wild swing rushed through the air. Her smile never faded. This time she connected with my ribs and stomach, sending me flying across my room. I hit the far wall with a dull thud. All three of them bellowed with evil laughter. Stars filled my sight as blood gushed inside my mouth. The pain radiated along my spine, tickling the ends of my legs down to my toes. I tried to speak, but coughed out a splat of blood instead. This dream had just crossed the line into nightmare territory. I was done. Wake me up, please.
    She slowly walked up to me with the hammer across her shoulders, and continued her interrogation. “Tell me your secret.”
    “I can’t,” I grumbled, in pain.
    “Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!” she chanted, and raised the giant mallet over her head. Its shadow covered me as I sat up grasping my chest.
    “No!” I spit. Her eyes filled with red fire that teased the freckles along her cheeks. The room was spinning now, but I managed to pull myself up again. She didn’t like that at all.
    “I...will...break...YOU!” her voice echoed everywhere. “Tell! Me!”
    “I won’t tell you anything, I’ll only tell Olivia,” I pouted. Her hands tightened around the handle of the mallet. She puckered her lips and lifted up onto her tippy toes again.
    “She’ll only tear you to pieces and break your heart,” she warned, in a haunting whisper. The warning echoed off of every wall in my bedroom. That was the second time someone had said those