Turn on the sirens, we've got a hot one!

So I have a few past dreams I wrote in a dream log but then I kept forgetting to update it. But a lot of them I wrote like a story so here's one that is kind of long but a little fun.

January 17th, 2006

Laura stood behind the building where she worked, leaning against the cinder-block wall with one leg lazily perched on a metal step stool. Someone had put it out there at one time for something, but for what she had no idea. But it was there just the same. Her police car was parked in front of her waiting for the next call to whisk her away to. It was getting on to evening and the sky was getting grayer by the minute as she stood there, taking in her surroundings. Just a back street edged with a low brick wall and a large dumpster in need of being emptied. She could almost smell it from where she was and she let her nose cringe up in distaste. That was when she noticed them to her right. Three young men all looking very much alike to be discerned as brothers to a stranger were followed by an older man she assumed to be their father. They were approaching with a look on their faces that could only mean trouble.

Curling her toe around the top of the small ladder she tried to look relaxed as they came closer, their eyes gleaming in the fading light. She did not like this at all, and never wavered her gaze from them, ready to move if need be. It was needed indeed as they suddenly came at her, the father holding back and watching. With a flick of her shoe, she launched the ladder at the first, catching it as it rebounded off him and swinging it at the next. Soon her hands and body were moving but she did not know what she was doing, only that she was winning for the moment. Then suddenly the ladder was gone and one man was upon her, pinning her arms and dragging her away from the building. She screamed and hoped that someone through the open door of the station would hear her, but no one came. He clapped a hand over her mouth and hauled her to another building not far away.

It was a Mormon church building, one that she went to every Sunday and she could see that there were people there. Two girls were sitting outside it and she recognized them as Heather and Jenn, her good friends. They watched with horror as she was dragged inside and followed, trying to pry her loose but only getting torn away by the other two men. They were all taken inside of a classroom where Laura was pushed against the wall and the other two girls were set on the floor with weapons pointed at them. The four men began to confer with each other quietly on what to do and Laura looked at Heather and Jen wishing she could free them somehow. She then noticed that Heather was mouthing something to her and gesturing with her eyes towards the door. She was telling her to run and Laura shook her head with tears in her eyes at the thought of leaving them behind to the evil men. Heather gestured again and the look in her eyes was strong enough to finally urge her to spring for the door and run.

She heard a shout as one of the men noticed and two of them ran out to catch up to her. She searched the hallways as she ran, looking for a way out without them following and came to a line of doors leading upstairs. She turned as they caught up and slammed her fist into the face of one and kicked the other in the stomach before bursting through one of the doors and climbing up to a door that led to the roof. Climbing out, she could just barely catch the sunlight as it was nearly gone. But it was enough to see that the roof was rotting and old enough to break with one wrong step. Hoping to reach the tree at the end of the building she traversed on and tried to hurry to it before they figured out where she was going. As the shadows crept in she missed sight of a rotten spot and screamed as it gave way beneath her. A wooden shingle splintered, a piece of it lodging itself into her right thigh as she fell through, landing in the arms of one of the men that had been waiting for her. He leered down at her with victory and examined her leg to see how hurt she was.

After a once over he carried her to a waiting van, proclaiming that they were bringing her friends with them to keep her behaving to their liking. She briefly saw them inside as she was lain down on the back bench of the van. They drove to a hospital where the man that had caught her took her inside while the others waited. Everyone rushed around her and put them in a room where a doctor would come to see her. Her captor made up a story to them and once they were alone warned her to be quiet and act like she loved him. She looked at him in disgust but clamped her mouth shut as the doctor walked in and looked at her leg. She turned her upper body and held onto the man as if hugging him as the wooden shards were removed one by one, the pain shooting through her body. He stroked her hair comfortingly and kissed the top of her head, making her shudder. The doctor apologized for pulling too hard and did not even notice that she loathed the man that was holding her so tightly.