Twenty-Two (Revised)

                                    

                                          
                
                          
Isaac sat up, gazing at a wall that was unfamiliar to him. He glanced over to his right, searching for a clock, but he didn't find it. He realized that he was lying on the ground, a blanket both underneath of him and on top of him. He looked to his left to see Andre, lying in his bed, and he recapped what had happened in his dream.
                          
I was trapped in an infinite void. I searched around for a while, but I couldn't find anything that wasn't just darkness and empty space. After a while, Andre appeared, for reasons that weren't explained, and we looked around together. I asked him how he had managed to survive, and he told me the whole story, starting from whenever Matt had taken him hostage. Then, after the story, I woke up.
                          
Isaac tapped on Andre's shoulder, waking him up, and he quickly hid whenever his friend's parents walked in. He waited as they told him to wake up, and he realized that they had brought him breakfast in bed. They must have thought that he deserved it, because he had been missing for a while. Being missing can be a traumatic experience, and some people need comfort after it. However, Andre was okay, but his parents were still being careful. "Andre... How are you feeling?"
                          
"Good," Andre replied. He didn't know what else to say, because in reality he felt weird. He remembered the dream as well. 
                          
"You know we love you, right?" His parents asked.
                          
"Of course!"
                          
His parents exchanged momentary glances, and then they looked back at him. "So," his mother asked, "The police need to know; what happened whenever you got kidnapped?"
                          
Andre was unsure of what to do. Isaac sat and watched as he fabricated an answer, doing something to get both the police and his parents off of his back. "Well... It's hard to talk about, but... a man in that same 2005 Honda Accord took me hostage."
                          
"What did he look like?"
                          
"Well... I didn't know, because he was wearing a black mask, and dark glasses. His body was covered in black robes."
                          
"Good," his father replied to his answer. "We'll make sure to contact the police about the incident. In the meantime, enjoy your breakfast. You probably need to rest... Oh, and by the way, we're gonna be gone for a bit; we have to go grocery shopping."
                          
"I sure do need the rest..."
                          
"Love you."
                          
"Love you too."
                          
With that, Andre's parents walked out of the room, and he looked at Isaac. Isaac was still hiding behind the dresser, and after a few seconds he stood up, stretching his legs.
                          
The day went by as normally as it could. It was a sweltering Saturday, and Isaac was doing his best to hide from people. He and Andre discussed the dream, but they were unsure of what to do, so they just decided to wait.
                          
The next morning, Isaac and Andre were talking again. Isaac stated to keep watch of anything suspicious, and Andre agreed. They had to be careful. They had to stay alive.
                          
Before any of them could say another word, he was knocked to the ground by a mini swirling storm, and he looked up to see Holt in his wake, struggling to keep its composure. It looked at both Isaac and Andre, and without protest it grabbed them both.
                          
"You have to come now. Matt is back, and he's weaker, but-"
                          
All three of them were knocked down, and now Matt came into the room. It looked at the three people on the floor, strewn about like crumbs dropped from a piece of bread. It released a wicked grin, placing its hands together. It rubbed them, causing the intense friction of how fast it rubbed them creating a ball of fire, and it shot it straight at Holt.