Every Rose Has It's Thorn:
Nightmares Reveal The Future
Author's Note: Hi! This is my first ever M*A*S*H fanfiction! This story will have many chapters, don't worry. Check my profile every once in a while, cause I'm writing new M*A*S*H stories! Listen, I'm a rookie, so this might not turn out that good. Don't bail on me for that. I'll get the hang of it. And when I do, this will turn out great!
Disclaimer: I don't own M*A*S*H. If I did, M*A*S*H would be playing on every channel 24/7. I wish I owned it.....
Chapter 1: Sunbeams and Nightmares
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Golden sunbeams oozed through the dusty windows of Post-Op. Silver diamond stars that once glided gracefully across the Heavens, twinkling light in the soft black of the midnight sky, were now fading in the deep, silky, blue dawn sky. Night flowers that had opened their amber petals to the darkness were now slowly sealing the themselves. The liquid topaz sun was rising into the now electric pink and bright purple sky. The crystal moon was reluctantly slipping down into the fresh evergreen below. Foamy, pearl- white clouds began to form in place of the nonexistent stars. The Solar Sun was gushing dark ruby into the atmosphere as it settled itself higher into the mist. Morning had arrived.
As hot sun rays burnt though the thick dirt on the windows of Post-Op, a tall and thin figure with midnight black hair and azure-silvery eyes tossed and turned slightly from his uncomfortable slumber.
He was slumped against a desk in the corner of the room. The patients were very quiet today, unlike yesterday, with moans and screams of agony echoing throughout the chamber.
Dark outlines of doctors and nurses carefully treated the patients quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping form sprawled against the metal desk. As his mumbling and stirring became louder and more violent, heads of the doctors and nurses were turned in his direction, clearly concerned.
One of the figures slowly approached the sleeping man. As the figure stepped into the sunbeam light, the kind and gentle face of Father Mulcahy was recognized.
He cautiously walked over to the desk, gazing at the troubled dark-haired man with massive worry. As the sunbeams shifted, white light was cast over the man's face delicately. Fear, sadness and anger was etched on Hawkeye's sleeping face. His panicky words became clearer:
"Stop! Please! Don't kill them! No! Take me instead!"
Father Mulcahy paused before gulping hard and inching closer to Hawkeye.
"We've had enough of this damn war! Stop all the fighting! Stop killing!"
Father Mulcahy slowly dropped to the floor and crawled closer to him.
"NOOO!" Tears started to stream down Hawkeye's face, startling Father Mulcahy as beads of cold sweat began to build on Hawkeye's forehead. "Don't! Please stop! Don't kill them! You've already killed my wife and daughter!"
Father Mulcahy froze. 'What wife and daughter? I never knew Hawkeye married...'
"Dominique... Jocelyn... come back to me..."
Mulcahy's emerald-blue eyes widened. 'Poor Hawkeye...' he thought. 'But who are Dominique and Jocelyn?' Mulcahy lifted his hand to Hawkeye's shoulder, shaking it gently. "Hawkeye...wake up...Hawk, it's okay... wake up..."
Hawkeye's face was twisted in pain and confusion. He started to violently tremble and his skin was paper-white. His frightening words once again jumbled together and became low moans. Tears were still trickling down his cheeks and the sweat had soaked his hair.
His eyes suddenly began to slowly open. His eyes were bright blue and dark silver at the same time. They revealed the pain, sorrow, anger, and fear he had experienced in his dreadful nightmare. His pupils were not visible, the ocean of sparkling azure and glittering grey clouding over them.
Panic arose into his expression. His ear-splitting scream echoed throughout Post-Op. The sunbeams shifted once again, the shadows became real, and swallowed Hawkeye into the darkness.
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So do you like it so far? If you do, please review. If you don't, please review. I'm going to post the second chapter, the one with the dream sequence, very soon. Review!
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Author's Note: Hi! This is my first ever M*A*S*H fanfiction! This story will have many chapters, don't worry. Check my profile every once in a while, cause I'm writing new M*A*S*H stories! Listen, I'm a rookie, so this might not turn out that good. Don't bail on me for that. I'll get the hang of it. And when I do, this will turn out great!
Disclaimer: I don't own M*A*S*H. If I did, M*A*S*H would be playing on every channel 24/7. I wish I owned it.....
Chapter 1: Sunbeams and Nightmares
**************
Golden sunbeams oozed through the dusty windows of Post-Op. Silver diamond stars that once glided gracefully across the Heavens, twinkling light in the soft black of the midnight sky, were now fading in the deep, silky, blue dawn sky. Night flowers that had opened their amber petals to the darkness were now slowly sealing the themselves. The liquid topaz sun was rising into the now electric pink and bright purple sky. The crystal moon was reluctantly slipping down into the fresh evergreen below. Foamy, pearl- white clouds began to form in place of the nonexistent stars. The Solar Sun was gushing dark ruby into the atmosphere as it settled itself higher into the mist. Morning had arrived.
As hot sun rays burnt though the thick dirt on the windows of Post-Op, a tall and thin figure with midnight black hair and azure-silvery eyes tossed and turned slightly from his uncomfortable slumber.
He was slumped against a desk in the corner of the room. The patients were very quiet today, unlike yesterday, with moans and screams of agony echoing throughout the chamber.
Dark outlines of doctors and nurses carefully treated the patients quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping form sprawled against the metal desk. As his mumbling and stirring became louder and more violent, heads of the doctors and nurses were turned in his direction, clearly concerned.
One of the figures slowly approached the sleeping man. As the figure stepped into the sunbeam light, the kind and gentle face of Father Mulcahy was recognized.
He cautiously walked over to the desk, gazing at the troubled dark-haired man with massive worry. As the sunbeams shifted, white light was cast over the man's face delicately. Fear, sadness and anger was etched on Hawkeye's sleeping face. His panicky words became clearer:
"Stop! Please! Don't kill them! No! Take me instead!"
Father Mulcahy paused before gulping hard and inching closer to Hawkeye.
"We've had enough of this damn war! Stop all the fighting! Stop killing!"
Father Mulcahy slowly dropped to the floor and crawled closer to him.
"NOOO!" Tears started to stream down Hawkeye's face, startling Father Mulcahy as beads of cold sweat began to build on Hawkeye's forehead. "Don't! Please stop! Don't kill them! You've already killed my wife and daughter!"
Father Mulcahy froze. 'What wife and daughter? I never knew Hawkeye married...'
"Dominique... Jocelyn... come back to me..."
Mulcahy's emerald-blue eyes widened. 'Poor Hawkeye...' he thought. 'But who are Dominique and Jocelyn?' Mulcahy lifted his hand to Hawkeye's shoulder, shaking it gently. "Hawkeye...wake up...Hawk, it's okay... wake up..."
Hawkeye's face was twisted in pain and confusion. He started to violently tremble and his skin was paper-white. His frightening words once again jumbled together and became low moans. Tears were still trickling down his cheeks and the sweat had soaked his hair.
His eyes suddenly began to slowly open. His eyes were bright blue and dark silver at the same time. They revealed the pain, sorrow, anger, and fear he had experienced in his dreadful nightmare. His pupils were not visible, the ocean of sparkling azure and glittering grey clouding over them.
Panic arose into his expression. His ear-splitting scream echoed throughout Post-Op. The sunbeams shifted once again, the shadows became real, and swallowed Hawkeye into the darkness.
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So do you like it so far? If you do, please review. If you don't, please review. I'm going to post the second chapter, the one with the dream sequence, very soon. Review!
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