"Jesse Harris - The Power - Aidan's FateUC" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harris Jesse)

He takes his eyes off the road and glances down to his right. There is a Band-Aid on his left cheek. What is he looking at? Is there someone else in the car?

He makes a sharp turn. The car skids. He wrenches the wheel and pulls out of the spin. He's driving so fast. Too fast! He glances nervously in his rearview mirror.

The ticking grows louder.

And louder. And louder. . . .

He still doesn't hear it. Why?

TICK TICK TICK TICK TICKЧ

Where is the sound coming from?

The trunk of the car! There it is. There it is! It's a bomb!

The ticking stops.

It stops for only the briefest of seconds. . . .

The boy turns around. His face fills with horror. What does he see?

And then . . . the car explodes.

chapter 1

Fafcmiy 2, B:H i.e. ... tick tick tick tick...

The alarm clock on McKenzie Gold's night-stand rang piercingly. She sat bolt upright and fumbled for the clock, slapping it off.

Her heart pounded and she was drenched in sweat.

It was a dream. Just a dream. She repeated the words to herself over and over again, trying to calm her racing heart.

Staring up at the ceiling, she struggled to focus her sleepy eyes. Above her the familiar crack curved along the ceiling like a dragon's tail. She was in her own bed. In her own room.

In her parents' house. In Lakeville. It's Saturday morning, she told herself. February second.

Her boyfriend, Aidan, was home. Probably still asleep. His car hadn't exploded. He was alive and well.

Then she heard it again. Tick tick tick . . . Her head jerked toward the sound.

Her green windup alarm clock sat on the bedside table, grinning at her. The clock was last month's birthday present from her eight-year-old brother, Jimmy. The clock's face was a real faceЧa smiling man in the moon with tiny, black eyes. The moon face looked as if it knew something. Tick tick tick . . .

That must be what had caused her nightmare, she decided. It was just the ticking of the clock, and her anxiety about the alarm going off.

Still, she had good reason to be worried. . . .

McKenzie had been having vivid dreams since she was little. In itself, that wasn't so unusual. Everyone dreamed. But unlike those of most kids, her dreamsЧand sometimes her nightmaresЧhad a strange habit of coming true.