Very soon a war is about to take place, one, which will change the face of
history, for better, or worse.
It is not about wealth, race, or even religion.
No one is neutral, everyone must fight or else everyone will die.
Humanity and all it's allies must now fight against their most powerful
enemy,
The darkness within.
The abyss.
1hour until D-day
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She waved her hand dismissively. But he caught it.
"Hey, look at me... I'm not nothing, talk to me."
"Sorry"
He let go of her hand. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
He sat down next to her and after a lengthy silence said:
"Dance with me."
"What? "
He smiled, at having finally caught her attention. "Dance with me."
"Er...Look, I'm not in the mood, besides..."
"Dance with me." He said softly, taking her hand in his own and leading her to the dance floor. A slow rhythm had begun playing, and too tired to argue she let the music wash over her and relaxed into his embrace.
"Always gotta be the strong one don'tcha. The one every body turns to for help."
"Dam straight "
"But see, what I've always wondered is, who do the strong people turn to when they are the ones in pain?"
"I wish I knew."
"Tell you what", he whispered gently in her ear, "just this once, I'll be the hero."
"I don't need saving." She said quickly.
"Not even a little bit?"
Silence.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
"Please, don't push me away, I just want to help, stop being the person you think every one wants you to be and just be yourself."
"I don't even know who that is any more. God! I'm so tired of, of everything."
"Even my company?"
"Well, not every thing, just...fighting, my whole life has been one long battle against the universe, and I feel like I'm losing the battle... I don't want to fight any more."
"Then don't fight, dance. With me."
Safe in his arms, she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder, then closing her eyes, she let down her guard, and let the tears she had been holding back for so long flow freely. Sensing this he tightened his arms around her to protect her from the demons he could not see. For a blissful moment she actually felt at peace with herself.
"It's time Beka."
Beka spun around to see Dylan standing in the doorway.
"Now?"
"Now."
Beka let go of her partner.
"I'm sorry, I have to..."
"Save the Universe?" He finished for her, he stared at her, a second ago she had been crying in his arms soul laid bare, now she stood alone, resolute, He began to wonder if it had all been a dream, but for all the bravado, her eyes betrayed the look of a war torn warrior who knew they couldn't win their next crusade. Silently he pleaded her not to go.
"If any one can do it it's you"
She turned to go.
"Remember" he called after her "You are Rebecca Valentine, courageous and spirited, don't let any one lead you to believe other wise."
"Thank you."
"Thank me when you get back" Even as he said this he knew this would be the last time he ever saw her, and so did she.
history, for better, or worse.
It is not about wealth, race, or even religion.
No one is neutral, everyone must fight or else everyone will die.
Humanity and all it's allies must now fight against their most powerful
enemy,
The darkness within.
The abyss.
1hour until D-day
"Penny for your thoughts?"
She waved her hand dismissively. But he caught it.
"Hey, look at me... I'm not nothing, talk to me."
"Sorry"
He let go of her hand. "What's wrong?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
He sat down next to her and after a lengthy silence said:
"Dance with me."
"What? "
He smiled, at having finally caught her attention. "Dance with me."
"Er...Look, I'm not in the mood, besides..."
"Dance with me." He said softly, taking her hand in his own and leading her to the dance floor. A slow rhythm had begun playing, and too tired to argue she let the music wash over her and relaxed into his embrace.
"Always gotta be the strong one don'tcha. The one every body turns to for help."
"Dam straight "
"But see, what I've always wondered is, who do the strong people turn to when they are the ones in pain?"
"I wish I knew."
"Tell you what", he whispered gently in her ear, "just this once, I'll be the hero."
"I don't need saving." She said quickly.
"Not even a little bit?"
Silence.
"Can I ask you something?"
"You just did."
"Please, don't push me away, I just want to help, stop being the person you think every one wants you to be and just be yourself."
"I don't even know who that is any more. God! I'm so tired of, of everything."
"Even my company?"
"Well, not every thing, just...fighting, my whole life has been one long battle against the universe, and I feel like I'm losing the battle... I don't want to fight any more."
"Then don't fight, dance. With me."
Safe in his arms, she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder, then closing her eyes, she let down her guard, and let the tears she had been holding back for so long flow freely. Sensing this he tightened his arms around her to protect her from the demons he could not see. For a blissful moment she actually felt at peace with herself.
"It's time Beka."
Beka spun around to see Dylan standing in the doorway.
"Now?"
"Now."
Beka let go of her partner.
"I'm sorry, I have to..."
"Save the Universe?" He finished for her, he stared at her, a second ago she had been crying in his arms soul laid bare, now she stood alone, resolute, He began to wonder if it had all been a dream, but for all the bravado, her eyes betrayed the look of a war torn warrior who knew they couldn't win their next crusade. Silently he pleaded her not to go.
"If any one can do it it's you"
She turned to go.
"Remember" he called after her "You are Rebecca Valentine, courageous and spirited, don't let any one lead you to believe other wise."
"Thank you."
"Thank me when you get back" Even as he said this he knew this would be the last time he ever saw her, and so did she.