The Silhouette, Brady H [the lemonade war series .TXT] 📗

down. Walking five more feet to the right he picked up a knife and walked back over to Jake.
"Where am i?" Jake said dazed and confused. He watched no face's every move with the knife in his hand.
"Well you are in my nightmare. Trapped with no way out. Only way out is to hell" Jake didnt hear what he said. His hearing stopped working. From inside his head a voice said, 'Jake. Believe in yourself. Its your job to alter the dream. You can change it. Find its weakness' the voice sounded very fimiliar to Jake. What did he mean by alter the dream? Jake thought.
Thinking about the voice, Jake was caught by surprised when no face grabbed him from off the ground and sat him in a chair. Sitting in front of Jake was a screen. A big screen. On the screen it showed Jake asleep in Billy's bed. Then the screen showed Billy in the kitchen finishing up the dishes. Thats when the voice came back into Jake's head, 'Do something Jake. You can defeat him. Finish what i started' the voice dissipeard from his mind. A tear trickled down his face realizing who the voice was. His father.


She slammed through the ST. Paul Police Dapartments double doors and flew down the hallway to Detectice Daniel Collins office. She flew open his door. Collins was on his computer.
"Grace! What are you doing here. You need to go home" Collins said getting up to show her to the door.
"Jake is in trouble detective. I know it. No face has got him. you got to believe me! He killed my family and he is going after his and he is the last one on his list!"
"Go home right now young lady, and dont bother coming back. Carter is just out sick is all. Goodbye" Collins motioned to shut the door but Grace stopped it.
"If you ever want to see your partner alive again, i would suggest you come with me" Sweat was forming on her brow. Time was running out. Grace ran out the door to her car. Collins ran after her.
"Ok im coming with but if this is all bogus bullshit i will have you arrested" Grace ignored him and got in behind the wheel. Collins took the passenger seat. She sped out of the police station toward Minneapolis.


Chapter 6- The Final Chapter

Thinking about his father's voice in his head and what it meant, Jake lost his focus on no face. Then from behind he was picked up and was thrown ten feet. Jake slammed into a wall with tools. He just missed the hammer's and saw's. He fell to the ground and spat out blood, getting to one knee.
"Let the games begin!" no face yelled laughing. He walked over to Jake again and picked him up by his neck. Sat him on the tool bench still clenching Jake's neck. No faced turned from an old man to a giant lizard growing at least six more feet, elevating Jake off the work bench. No face chucked him across the room slamming Jake into a busted up car. He went through the windshield and layed facedown in between the two front seats. Jake lifted his head up. He couldnt see anything again. He saw more dead people all around him. But alive. They were all smoking a cigarette in the back seat of the old 1978 Buick. The corpse's were covered in blood. They were having a conversation that Jake couldnt hear. Then they were gone.
Jake was not at a workshop no more. He was at the police station. Everything looked normal. Officers and detectives working at their desks. Jake sat up with blood running down his mouth and looked around the room. Everyting did not look normal. The walls were a maroon red. Those were not officers and detectives at the desk but ghosts. They were all starring at Jake. Then appearing before his eyes no face as the lizard was inches from him. The lizard picked him up and hoisted him through the police station, through the double doors. Jake ended up in what should have been the parking lot, but was not. He was at a cemetary now. Corpse's running arond free. Some still coming out of their grave's. A ghost past him and nodded a hello. Jake nodded back. He wiped blood from his mouth.
More pain shot from Jake as he was hit by a right hook from no face and was hit into a gravestone. The gravestone had Jake's name on it. Next to his father's, mother's and grandparents. More laughing came from the monster.


Grace slammed the brakes in front of Billy's house. Collins and Grace both shot out of the car and went for the front door. They tried it and it was locked. Damnit! Grace thought. She ran to the living room window to see if Billy was their. He was. Grace banged on the window. She could see Billy seated on the couch in his living room. Billy didnt seem to hear Grace bang on the window. She stopped banging on the window when realizing Billy had blood running down the side of his face. Billy collapsed over on the couch. Grace screamed. She looked around the living room through the window. The TV was on. What was on the TV terrified Grace. The TV showed Jake and no face. Jake was in a cemetary in the nightmare with the monster about to finish him off.
Grace ran back in front of the house with Collins still on the step. Rounding the corner to the front of the house she yelled, "brake it down! Now!" She didnt have to tell Collins twice. Before she could finish the door was already laying on the ground. They both ran in the house seeing Billy lay unconcious on the couch. Collins went to tend to Billy while Grace looked for Jake.


"Having fun yet Jake!" No face yelled while laughing spitting out blood. Leaning up against the gravestone, no face picked jake up. They were now back in the workshop and Jake was seated back down on the chair in front of the big screen on the wall. It showed Collins in the living room looking over the body of Billy. Then in the hallway to the bedrooms was Graace searching each room.
"Lets say we give your girlfriend a surprise shall we!?" No face said. On the screen a ghost with a knife in its back appeared behind Grace. With her not realizing.
"Grace behind you!" Jake yelled. No faced laughed. She could not hear him. Back on the screen with Grace reaching the room with Jake sleeping soundlessly, the corpse grabbed grace from behind and choked her. She gagged. Collins popped his head up in the living room. He got up from his knees and ran towards Grace. But he was stopped in his tracks when in front of him was a fat corpse covered in blood, with knifes in its eyes. Collins nearly threw up. The corpse ran to Collins. Collins dodged the ghost and the ghost slammed into a bookshelf. He growled. Collins ignored the growl and went straight after Grace with a fat corpse on his tail. What the hell is going on! He thought. Getting to Grace just in time before she was choked to death, Collins grabbed his pistol not thinking it would do anything to a ghost and pulled the trigger three times. Holes pierced through the corpse's back and fell to the ground. Grace fell to the grond coughing. Collins bent to a knee and turned Grace over on her back. Collins was hit from behind. The fat corpse hit him in the back of the head with a lamp. Collapsed on his back next to Grace.


"Aw. What a shame. Look what has happened to your friends. Now its your turn to say goodbye." No face walked back over the work bench now back to its orignal form and picked up the knife he held earlier. The voice in Jake's head kept repeating the same thing over and over again. 'Imagine whats going to happen and it will happen' Jake thought hard while no face walked to Jake. 10 feet. Think, think! Jake said in his head. He tried to imagine but nothing happend. 5 feet. 3 feet.
No face strapped Jake to the chair with his hands tied behind his back. And with his feet tied. Grabbing the knife he held it up to Jake's temple causing blood trickling down the side of his head.
"Fuck you" Jake spat into the monster's face. He licked the saliva and smiled.
"Tasty!" The monster said and laughed. Pushing it more into Jake's temple he started to lose conciousness. Harder, hard- BANG! A shot rang about the workshop. Falling down to the floor was no face surprised by what had just happend. Blood came out of every part of his body. Jake looked arond the room. He didnt know where that shot came from. In the corner of the shop stood Jake's father with a pistol in his hand in a corpse appearence. Blood on his face. A grin came from the side of his fathers mouth. Then he dissipeared with gun dropping to the ground.
Thinking harder, as hard as he could, the ropes that strapped Jake to the chair exploded. Jake got up from the chair and went towards the gun. But he was tripped by no face and was flung across the rooom slamming into the wall. Everything went completely black.


Standing over Collins was the fat corpse with the broken lamp. Collins shot his eyes