Okay, so this is a little story that I've been toying with the idea of for months, so I thought I'd give it a whirl and see what happens.

I'd like to thank newsiesgirllaces for reading this before I posted it and giving me input. ^_^

Hope you like it.

So many faces. Faces without names when she first met them. After all, it isn't her job to ID them. They would do that later. But now, she is responsible for fleeting moments in time that will decide the lives of those she meets. Those nameless faces belong to victims, blood covered, victims. Be they innocent bystander or those that leave people cowering in their beds with all the doors locked. Men, women, children, elderly. No one is safe. No one. They all end up with her at some point in a fast ride with sirens blaring, but a lot of them don't make it to the place that can heal them. A lot of them don't make it past the first few minutes at that place either…

These faces surround her, engulf her, plead for their lives from her. But she can't help them. It's not fair. How can they expect her to? She is always too late for them.

And just as she thinks she may be overwhelmed by them, suffocating from them closing in around her and-

She wakes up screaming and clenching the bed sheet, covered in sweat.

It takes a moment for the shock to die down before she realizes it was a dream. The same dream she's been having for months now. And the tears start to fall.

They trace their way from her tired eyes that have seen too much, down to her light blue bed sheets. In a moment of helplessness, she simply curls up in a ball and cries. Moments, maybe hours later, she allows herself to fall back, once more lying her head on the pillow, but knows that sleep will escape her. She covers her eyes with her hands, trying to block out the images. The sounds. The screams of agony and anguish. Try as she might though, she knows that they won't go away.

"Why is it always too late?" she asks the walls of her bedroom. "Why?"

Her cries, of course, are only heard by herself and the moon.

Like it, love it? Even if you hate it give me some feedback please. ^_^

Thanks for reading this little prologue.

~Kanae~