Dream Runners (ON HOLD)

Part 1

The Ghost Bird Fanfiction

Introductions

By: Samantha Richards

This is my first FanFiction-All Credit for all characters goes to CLStone, the idea of

Dream Runners goes to shayschieler on WattPad, but the writing and putting it together is all me, though

I DO NOT seek to profit in any way. It's merely for my own amusement and anyone

I choose to share it with ;)

I don't know when I knew I was different-or when I knew I wasn't crazy. I do remember the first time I told dad about my dream. I'd met a boy and his friends while running from the monsters-he'd killed the monsters, then he'd sat me down under the tree I liked to play with the birds in and told me that I could kill monsters too. Being around 6 years old while he and his friends were 10-13, I thought this was awesome-so I told him where I lived. When I woke up, I told dad that the boy was going to save me. We'd moved the next day, and every month after. Just enough time for me to get settled into a new dream scape, then we were off-never the same country, never the same town if we did have to revisit the same country.

As I grew older, I knew we were running from something. Something to do with those boys, the ones that haunted my real dreams. Dad would never tell me what-not that he was ever around to ask since work as a traveling agent for his company was very demanding and time consuming. When I was eight I'd tried to ask mom, and that's when life had really changed. She'd punished me, pushing me down the stairs and making me kneel in rice even as I coughed up blood. She made me swallow something nasty if I talked about the land past dreams, so I learned not to talk about it. By the time I was twelve, I learned not to speak at all.

The one thing about moving that was good was the monsters had more trouble finding me. But I'd rather deal with the monsters if it meant I got to have friends or go to school. As an only child, I didn't have any friends. Since we moved so much I never went to school-instead wandering while mother was asleep and learning from the people and places around me. By sixteen I learned about libraries and was able to catch up beyond what a normal high schooler knew, as well as continuing to more advanced courses I didn't think teenagers learned, but what did I know? I got to know several languages, though I couldn't do tonal languages. They were to complicated, and even harder to write-so Chinese, Thai, Japanese, and others.... They were all no goes. But I got just about everything else.

The other good thing about my travels was in the dreamscape I met a lot of people. During a few weeks in Russia (we stayed there a few times because it was so large, basically the four corners and the middle) I learned self defense from a boy who wanted me to know how to fight the monsters. He wanted to know where I was the last time I saw him, and when I told him he said that he would save me from Mother. But that was one monster no boy could save me from. Oddly enough, I never saw girls in the dreamscape-though if I did see them I would have run. Women are evil, worse than men. They are cunning, cruel, and think up tortures no man thinks of. Men will beat you, rape you, use you-but women? They will tear you apart and put you together only to tear you apart again.

When I turned 17, we went back to the United States. Dad said we'd stay here for a while, that we were safe-but he only meant the country. For a smaller country, it's amazing how many dreamscapes there are-a new one every few states. We moved 6 times that year, and the day I turned 18? I left.

Having roamed the streets as a child and with what the Russian boy taught me, I was well versed in several weapons and various forms of fighting. I killed my own monsters now, not needing anyone to save me-though I'd met several boys and groups of men on my travels. They all wanted to know where I was, what my name was-but the never found me in real life. I didn't even know if they were real-the only way I knew the monsters were was by the wounds and scars I had to care for when I woke.