Author notes: Sorry about the formatting, OpenOffice hates me.
It was another wonderful dream for young Justin, as he opened his eyes, regretting having to return to the realm reality. He gave a slight sigh as he stood in a small grassy meadow, warm breeze blowing his long hair about. Justin casually walked toward the edge of the meadow, already starting to daydream.
A casual observer would think the whole scene very odd, as the meadow Justin was standing on was actually a small floating island, dotted with trees, and having a large windmill at one end. But of course for Justin, nothing at all was amiss, for he was known as a Dreamer. Dreamers were young folks, who possess unique supernatural powers, and wanted nothing more than to be left alone to so they could have their dreams. Unfortunate for the Dreamers, the government deemed them a threat to their vision of a tightly controlled society, and fiercely eradicated any found.
Justin sat down at the edge of his floating island dangling his legs out over the side. He imagined what it would be like to be a cloud. He loved the tranquility that being so high off the ground offered, having no worries, just him and his dreams.
A noise off in the distance caught Justin's attention, dragging him back once again to reality.
Something just didn't feel right. Justin willed his island to move higher, hoping whatever made the noise would pass below him. His heart froze in his chest when 2 black dots off in the distance appeared, moving very fast toward him. As they flew closer, Justin realized he was in trouble, for they were Hunter-Killer helicopters.
Justin sprang back to his feat and slowly backed toward the windmill, as the 2 helicopters circled overhead. He ran as fast as he could, when he heard the guns on the helicopters start to fire. Small plumes of dirt, and wood chips from the nearby trees, were kicked up, Justin hearing what sounded like hundreds of large angry bees buzzing past him. He reached the door of the windmill, and flung himself inside, crawling toward a window on the far wall.
PAP PAP PAP PAP
Several holes appeared in the brick wall, inches from were Justin was. He laid very still for several moments, as a loud explosion jolted the building. Looking up, Justin seen the smoke coming from the upper floors, and several large cracks that were forming at the base of the windmill. The helicopters circled for several more minutes, indiscriminately dropping small bombs on the floating island, and even shooting off the blades on the windmill.
The fire on the windmill intensified, hot embers and burning bits of wood raining down on Justin. The now terrified boy begun to loose his willpower to keep the island afloat. Slowly the front of the island started to tip downward.
Justin stepped outside of the doorway, choking on all the smoke he had inhaled. The helicopters were still there, and when they seen Justin reappear, they shot at him again. Justin ducked back inside of the now almost fully engulfed windmill, his mind numb, his will power almost gone. The floating island shuddered, and started to rapidly loose altitude, diving nose first toward the ground. Justin held on to the door frame with all his strength trying to prevent himself from falling out. The last thing he seen was the rapidly approaching canyon floor coming up to great him.
The island fell fast from the sky, trailing a thick plume smoke in it's wake. Every one for 100 miles around could feel the earth tremble a bit, as the small landmass impacted the ground.
The 2 helicopters stayed in the area several minutes, before flying away. Their parting gift was a large bomb, to make sure the dreamer never dreamed again.