'Nightmares'
Chapter One: Screams
He stared into my eyes, as if he was a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. I never really thought Warner could be so vulnerable, until a few nights ago... I think. I couldn't think right. How long had it been since I was shot? It had seemed liked days, though it could've been weeks, I was sure it wasn't. I sighed, a sigh of relief, as I still looked into his eyes, unable to pull away, tough it was dark, I could see every feature of his body. His perfect body, under the tight shirt. His beautiful face, as if God sculpted him himself, to perfection, and his lips. I stared at his lips, unable to think straight.
He noticed where I was staring and before he could say something, I asked him something, to change the subject. 'How long have I been asleep?' I asked. It didn't seem possible that he would still be here after what I said to him. 'Only a few hours, love.' He replied, still staring at me. A few hours? My brain must've been really stuffed up. 'And where are the girls?' I asked, hoping that they are okay; I owe them big for what they did. 'They are fine; they are back at Omega Point, love.'
'And how are you feeling?' I asked him. He looked at me with a crooked smile. He reached under the covers and grabbed my hand. He traced smooth, calm circles on the back of it. He took a deep breath. 'I'm...' Before he could say, the door burst open. In came in four soldiers, and Anderson, looking disgusted. Warner let go of my hand, looking shocked. 'Grab them.' Anderson commanded, pointing to us. The soldiers came over and ripped us out of the queen sized bed. I thrashed in there arms as they tried to control me. 'And be carful not to touch her skin.' Anderson said lazily, as he walked out of the room. I kicked one of the soldiers, in the gut, with as much force as I could. He let go of one of my arms as he crumpled to the floor. I tried to kick the other one, yet he pulled me back. I tried to pull away, yet all I could feel, was that my arm felt like it was about to e ripped off. The other soldier got up and grabbed my arm. 'You little piece of shit!' He yelled at me, while slapping me in the face. They carried me downstairs and out of the door, into a truck. Several other soldiers were in the truck, as well as Warner and his father. Warner looked at me, horrified. I must've looked terrible, in addition tot he bruises on my neck; I could feel one on my face. I thought he would've taken us to some sort of room, to torture us, but instead, we stopped in front of the compounds.
They opened the door and a soldier put a gun in my back, telling me to get out, and I did just that. I know noticed that around 20 people were lined up, backs to us. The soldier led me to the line and positioned me in front of the first person. It was a woman, probably in her late 20's at most. She had thick blonde hair that went to her shoulders. You could say she was beautiful, except the bruises and cuts scattered around her body. Anderson walked up to me a smiled. It frightened me, as it was not a warm smile. It was a smile that looked devious, horrible, even amused. 'What do you want?' I asked Anderson, looking at my feet. 'All I want you to do... is touch her.' He replied. I looked up in shock. He laughed at my expression. 'They have all heard of what you can do, darling, and its something oh so simple I want you to do.' He said, still smiling. I looked up at the girl. Her face frightened, scared and on the verge of tears. This was torture. He was trying to make me kill innocent people. I did not want to hear the screams again. The screams that haunted me in my sleep. The screams that locked me away, swept under the rug, all because I touched someone. The little boy. I shook the memories out of my head. 'No.' I said sternly. Anderson looked at me in disbelieve. 'Excuse me?' He asked. 'I said no.' I said, a little louder. Anderson cupped my face with gloved hands. 'I think you will.' He said. I opened my mouth to speak, to refuse once more, but before I could, he drew a gun out. Yet he did not point it at me. He pointed it straight at Warners head. A million things went off in my brain. I do not want this I do not want this I do not want this. 'If you don't touch her, I will kill him.' He said sternly. I looked at Warner's face. He was in shock.
I don't know why I decided it, and I don't know how. And yet I did. I stared in the girls face, on the verge of tears. I blinked them back. I begged myself not to do this. I prayed she would be okay. I felt empty. Like something had left me. I prayed I prayed I prayed. Do not let me do this. I didn't want to. I knew what was going to happen, and I prayed it wouldn't, never again. 'I'm so sorry.' I whispered to her. She looked into my eyes. 'No!' I heard Warner yell, struggling against a soldiers grasp. 'Juliette! Don't do this!' He yelled. I took a deep breath before I squeezed my eye's shut. A whimper escaped her throat. 'Stop, please!' He yelled again. The screams would come back. I will never forgive myself. I grabbed her arm.
She did not scream.