Once upon a Dream

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The dream. That dream. It plagued him since his twenty-first birthday. Perspiration engulfed his body. His hands clutched to his blanket for dear life nearly ripping it to shreds as he slept. His body writhed resembling a fish gutted alive.

"Shit!" he swore awaking into reality. Remy tried to still his trembling breath praying for his heart to rest a bit. Peeling his damp sheets off; he headed for the shower. His nude body resting against the tile walls as the cold water cascaded down his warm body. When his heart relaxed he closed his eyes a little to remember the dream.

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Dream Flashback

He was hurt lying on the floor across from a woman younger than himself. Her eyes ablaze as she tried to crawl over to him. He could feel the heat of fire on his cheeks as well as taste the smoke in the air.

"Frère [brother]!" she called to me. He tried to reach her. That is when he felt the pain in his chest. Looking down he realized that he was bleeding. That was when he heard the sound of heels clicking along the marble floor.

The girl who called him brother stood clutching his side, "Alice court [Alice run]!" He demanded, but it was too late. The woman whose shoes he heard came to a halt behind her; stabbing her threw her heart from the back. His eyes followed Alice's body to the ground. It bounced lightly at the contact.

From his downcast view he saw the bottom of the murderess dress. It was velvet red with gold embroidery in the shape of tree vines.

"Vous mourrez maintenant l'assassin [you will die now assassin]!" she shouted followed by the sound of gunfire.

End Dream

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Remy didn't know why these dreams started or why they felt so real. No matter how much he drunk, smoked, or fucked the dream would find him again. Every night he felt his life slipping away. He saw his 'sister' die before his eyes. He saw the deranged mistress come to kill him. He wanted an end to it. A break. Why was he constantly plagued with such issues?

He turned the shower off not even bothering to dry himself after he exited. Instead he made his way to his fridge for liquid comfort when the lights shut off.

"Damn did I forget ta pay te bill again?" he shook his head as a thought struck him. If his bill wasn't paid then why was his fridge still on?

"Pierre Emile de Marseille." He heard a woman's voice. He turned to see nothing. Going back to his bedroom to dress he searched his apartment to find no one. About to give up his search he noticed an opened window with a transparent white bird perched upon it. Remy went to it to see it fly onto the local church.

Compelled to follow he left the top level of the gift store he occupied and climbed on the roof. Under the cover of night he ran across before jumping on the old bookstore to get a better angle to hop the fence outside Saint Louis.

The bird landed at the base of the highest steeple. Remy took a quick inhale of breath before going to the front door where he jumped up to grab the with decorative ledge that hovered above it with his feet on the wrought iron door handles. Once sure of his footing he jumped slightly to the left to grasp the top of the white pillar. From there he pulled himself up until he reached the birds position.

The wispy bird eyed him curiously. Remy tried to touch it but his hand kept slipping through. After the fifth stroke it vanished.

"Pierre Emile de Marseille." The female voice spoke again.

He knew she was behind him, "That aint my name."

"It was your name." she said in her voice that was cold yet compelling laced with a layer of detachment.

He turned expecting to see some hag in a voodoo suit or his psycho x-girlfriend. Instead he was met with a goddess. Her long brown hair hung freely over her shoulders. Her eyes glowed pure white along with the two triquetra symbols on her cheek as well as the triple spiral that lay just above her breast. The woman had a simple, yet ethereal, golden tiara with a purple stone at its center. The same small stones adorned her nipples which acted as hooks to hold her hanging blue transparent fabric that graced the floor in length. Her panty made of the same gold the tiara was.

He blinked trying to form a coherent thought, " Who … what are … you?"

"You should not concern yourself with who I am or what I am."

"Then why are you here?" Remy asked holding a hand to his face to block the brightness of her eyes.

"That," she stepped forward, " is a question I can answer Pie …"

He interrupted her, "My name ain't Pierre Emile de Marseille woman!"

"It was once your name," she seemed to almost float as she walked around him, "Pierre Emile de Marseille was entrusted by me as well as the beings that share my power. He swore to us that if he could not restore the balance between our worlds that he would carry on his task in his next life."

"How do you know that I am his next life?" He asked stepping away from her searing gaze.

"Have you not the dreams?"

"I …"

"The talent? The strength? The power?"

"I …"

"You are a assassin are you not?"

"Thief." He corrected.

"Is there a difference mortal?"

Defeated, "Fine then what are those dreams. Why do they plague me?"

"The dreams, Pierre's memories," she stilled, "Will tell you where Pierre hid my apple. A gift from his patron goddess of power, me, Pallas."

"If ya gave it to him then why can't ya find it huh?"

"This I cannot do. The apple did grant him a power, but it is what he hid in my apple that matters most. Inside he placed two out of the five Pieces of Eden, The Sword of Fire and Cherubim's Carona. I have no true power here assassin. You will have to collect the apple along with the Papal Staff and the Serpent Scroll for me."

"Then what," he snapped skeptically, "Summon you with some pixie dust?"

"We shall meet where the transactions of my people began. You will know the location when the time comes."

He huffed, "Ya know I never understand people who speak the way ya do. You obviously want my help yet you speak in riddles."

"Riddles that Pierre, that you have the answer to. Finish his path assassin and I shall see you greatly rewarded."

"So you just expect me ta hop down from here and just run along ta find what ya want although I have no idea what it is or what it looks like?"

"You will have a helper. My bird graces her neck. It is then that you shall find your partner and begin your journey." With that said she was gone. Remy hopped he had imagined it all. It had to be a hallucination of sorts.

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Two weeks later Remy found himself in Bayville at a bus stop. He normally didn't take a bus, but it was raining and his bike was out of gas. The trip wouldn't be too long. Placing his money in the collector he held onto one of the handles of the already full bus.

Fifteen minutes in they hit a speed bump which caused him to lurch forward bumping into a girl.

"Sorry miss." Remy said pulling himself back up.

"No harm no fowl." The girl said. As he sat up he froze. On her chocker was the pendant of Pallas' white bird.

"This really is real ain't it?"

"Pardon?"

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Hoped yall liked it. This story has an Assassin's Creed twist to it if you ever played that game.