Tainted Blood by Martin Sharlow Page A

they have, like, super sniffers or something?
     
    With that decided, there really wasn't anything stopping him from checking out Heather's current dream. Who knew, maybe Chuck wouldn't even be there this time. Seconds later, Brian found himself relaxing on top of his bed. Every stray thought that tried to bounce around inside of it he took control of, until there was a perfect silence that was almost deafening. With that done, he centered his mind on one thing, Heather. Her perfect slender form came to mind, as well as her clear blue eyes. Brian could smell her scent, as a soft breeze began to blow over him.
     
    Opening his eyes, he found himself standing in a dark skeletal forest. The ground littered with the leaves that presumably once adorned the now naked branches. A soft wind kicked them up here and there, scattering them over the entire floor of the all but silent place.
     
    This is an odd dream. I hope we're not in a nightmare tonight. Of course if she was having a nightmare, then she would have very little control over the environment. Which meant it would make it a lot easier for him to acclimate himself to it. Not to mention he would get the chance to be the hero this time.
     
    The down side, of course was that things could go bad for him just as easily as it could for her. The last time things got out of control, Brian found himself being attacked by a stake wielding mob. That was a bit disconcerting. In the end, a mob built up and began to chase him up what seemed like a never ending hill. When he did finally reach the top, he was surprised to see the entire hill surrounded by the mob, holding torches and stakes and easily numbering in the thousands.
     
    And somehow Heather had gone from being the heroine in need of rescue, to being the princess, and leader of the mob. She was the one who gave the commands to light the hill's brush on fire. Brian had to leave that dream and then return later. At least then the dream had reset to a much better and easier dream to take part in.
     
    This however looked like it might be a difficult dream again. “Well, first things first, I need to find Heather.”
     
    It didn't take long to find her. Her blond hair was colored an odd shade of black, as well as the rest of her clothes. The breeze that seemed to fill the place appeared to have found it's origin in the deep crevice that her legs now dangled over.
     
    “Heather?” Brian said as he slowly made his way to her. He knew this was just a dream, yet he found himself tense and worried about how close she was to the edge. “Heather what are you doing?”
     
    Brian watched her turn her head towards him. The black make up running down her face, obvious signs that she had been recently crying.
     
    “Heather, what's wrong?” He asked again as he finally got within reach of her. He was tempted to grab her and drag her away from the cliff. In fact the only reason he didn't was because he wasn’t sure his inhuman strength would actually be available for him here and now, not to mention that even if it was, she could change that in a heartbeat. The last thing he needed was to send both of them off the edge.
     
    “Oh, it's you.” She said then turned away from him and began to swing her legs again.
     
    “Heather, what are you doing here? Why are you dressed that way?”
     
    “Hm?” She looked down at her clothes as if seeing the way she looked for the first time. “I'm not sure.”
     
    “Heather just come away from there and let's talk.” Brian held out his hand to her.
     
    “Why? You don't care.”
     
    “What do you mean?”
     
    “You don't care, so why are you bothering?”
     
    “Heather, I care a lot. In fact, I've always cared, even when we were kids.”
     
    She made a giggling sound that was not as pleasant sounding as it should have been. “If you cared, why did you let me go, and why do you continue to harass me every night?”
     
    Why did I let her go? Isn't it obvious? He thought. I let her