Well after I checked it all for grammar, and got someone to edit for me here it is,
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The screams were unreal. The terrifying beast took one look and plunged. It ripped his body to pieces and laughed. The laugh terrified him. Orion sat up in bed, cold sweat dripping down his face. It was so real! He scanned the room, nothing but his bed, a couple of books, and his clock. Orion sighed. That ancient clock. It was old, heavy duty, black with green lights, and its alarm was just an annoyance. Smirking he snuggled back into his bed. His room was a small yet empty room in the corner of the house. Those dreams. He had been having them for a month now. Each night the beast had gotten closer, and for some reason he felt it had killed a friend. Yet he had no friends. Yawning he slowly crawled back into bed. This time there were no dreams. Only complete black and silence. The blackness went on until his eyelids shone the color yellow.
Orion woke up again. This time he woke up because of the morning light. He sat up in bed and squinted. The light was piercing. Orion sat for a second then laid back down. Orion sighed, sat up in bed again, and sleepily pulled his slippers on. Life was a challenge for him and his family. With his adopted Dad in the military it seemed any second he could be called to war. They lived in a regular home, like regular people. “Nothing would ever change.” Orion thought. Yet he had read enough books and had enough personal experience for him to know life does change. And though Orion didn’t feel it, it was going to change fast. Orion made his way to school. It was a long way to school. Very lonely too. It was a long, winding, dust trail through a thick green forest.. No one used it anymore. No one but him.
He hated the way people called him Hunter, for he could never hurt anyone else. Hunter. Orion meant Hunter. His teacher had told him a thousand times. Yet he still loathed the name. “Hunter...hunting...doesn’t that all have to do with killing?” Orion regretted the thought. School whizzed by like any other day. When Orion got home from school he flung his backpack onto the table. “Bad Day?” Mrs. Hanson, his adopted mother, called. “No, just tired.” Orion ran up to his bedroom to sulk. Ever since his real father and mother disappeared he was sulking. Mother, so fragile and kind. Father, so strong and loving. Yet he knew he had to go on. For Mom. For Dad. Orion managed a weak smile. He opened the door then shut it again. After his parents’ disappearance, he had his share of struggles. He and his two sisters had been brought to the orphanage. There they were picked up by kind Mrs. Hanson. Mr. and Mrs. Hanson had been the nicest people he had met. Yet on second thought he hadn’t met many people. Then again it was eight years ago. He was ten now. A tween. That word made him sound important. “I am about to be a...” Orion thought.
His sisters, Livie and Hope cracked the door open. Livie was two and was on the chubby side. Hope was eight now. “We come in?” Livie sadly asked. “Oh, come in you two!” Orion answered. Livie burst the door open and ran to Orion. “You sad.” She said promptly. “Here O-Ron.” Livie handed him one of her over used tissues. “Um, I don’t need this yet OK?” Orion responded. Livie thought for a moment then said. “Ok, I keep ti-sue.” “OK” Orion smiled with relief. “Hope, come over here.” Orion called. Hope slowly made her way in. She was small in figure, fragile, weak. Just like his real mom. “I’ve been eating more” she called weakly. “I had double helpings of dessert last night. Orion laughed. Dessert was ALL she ate. “How are you doing in school?” he asked. “Fine.” Her voice was like the soft chime of a mobile. “OK good. Sit over here.” Orion pointed to his left side. Hope rushed to it and sat down. “O-ron, tell me story!” Livie eagerly asked. “OK, OK!” Orion laughed. If anyone could crack him up Livie could. “Ooh, tell the one about the air world!” Hope suddenly exclaimed. Orion sighed. “OK, but only once this time.” “Yeah!” Livie squealed with delight. Orion sat down and told them a story. It was about a beautiful princess who flew on a falcon, and ate ice cream, creamy as clouds, and had a charming voice. “Then one day,” Orion continued. “Two little girls showed up, named Livie and Hope.” Livie squealed. “They were as beautiful as the Princess, and all day they would play together when suddenly-” “When suddenly it was bed time,” Orion turned around to see Mrs. Hanson smiling behind them. “They all went to their beds, even the Prince.” Orion smiled. “And then they fell asleep,” Livie said just before she began to snore loudly. Hope shrugged. “I guess she got tired while riding falcons!” Then Hope fell asleep, laughing. Mrs. Hanson smiled. “Sweet dreams little Prince.” You too ... Mom.” Then, Orion drifted off to sleep.
His dreams were again haunted by the beast. Except this time he was riding on a Falcon, making lame jokes. Orion moved around restlessly in his sleep. Finally he woke up and decided it was time to go to school. He gathered his work then walked downstairs. “Hi Mrs. Hanson!” he called cheerfully. Yet when he got down it was not his mom who greeted him, but silence. Orion dashed around. Mrs. Hanson? Mr. Hanson?
His mind raced. This had happened when his parents had disappeared. Cold sweat dripped down his face. Where were they? Orion ran upstairs and peered into the girls’ room. They were still there. Their room was a dark shade of purple-Livie’s favorite color. Orion sighed. What a relief. He slowly walked into their room and woke them up. They put on their robes and headed outside to find Mrs. Hanson. Much to their surprise a visible draft of air going upward was right outside their door.
Livie scrambled for it, eager to touch it. “No!” Orion shouted, and plunged in after her. The last thing Orion remembered was hearing the sucking sound as he was lifted into the black void. The humidity was surprising. He was still floating upwards yet at an awkward angle. Hope, Livie and Orion flew upwards to the sky until unexpectedly Orion banged his head. A plane? No... Not a bird. What was that? Orion didn’t have time to think. He realized he was falling. He suddenly hit the ground with intense force. It took a second for him to collect himself, and survey his surroundings. All darkness. He looked around for his sisters. When he didn’t see them he got up and searched. He looked for them for what seemed like hours. “O-Ron...” The faint call sounded again. Orion moved closer to the sound. Feeling around in the darkness he made his way to Livie. As he looked down he saw his sister Hope lying on the ground. “Hope, are you OK?” She didn’t answer. She must have fainted! Where was Livie? He looked around for her. Finally he reached her. Looking up he gasped. Staring down at Livie was a giant rat...
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