Spider's Web by TheLastMelinian
Summary:
Constantly on the run from a life he has no recollection of, people who claim to know him and people who want him dead. With no memory of your past and no certainty in your future… how does one survive on the edge?
A/N: The characters are normal people and do not possess super powers or mutations. If characters are OOC I apologise. The story is set in the same time-frame as Mirror's Edge. This is also the first fic that I've had the courage to post so please be gentle but critical. Thanks. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything other than this fic. Enjoy :)
Fractured Dream:
He sees them again. Faces… Faces of people that strike familiarity in him, yet, he is unable to put a name or a title to any of them. He struggles to place the man with chocolate brown hair and kind, smiling eyes. The man smiles at him. He does not smile back. He struggles to place the woman who looks at him lovingly and embraces him with such gentleness. He wants to return the embrace. In the end, his arms remain at his sides while the woman continues to hold him.
He wants to smile at the man, he wants to return the woman's affections but something stops him. Hesitation, maybe sadness, perhaps it was fear. Whatever the feeling was, he doesn't like it. It twists and curls at the base of his belly and clenches his heart painfully. As if it would be the last time he would see either of the faces again.
In a sense, he was right. The feelings of sadness and pain intensify as the faces fade from his vision. The smile is gone. The warm hold disappears too. He is alone in a black void. The tears stream down his face then. He is unsure as to why exactly.
For what seems like eternity, he stands there letting the clear droplets roll down his cheeks. Until, a chill runs down his spine and the urge to turn around strikes him. The motion of turning is painfully slow and he is certain that what he'll find behind him is something he won't like. He was right, but again, uncertainty wells as he wonders why this would upset him. In front of him are two gravestones. The earth in front of them freshly piled.
Before he can utter any anything – an exclamation, a reaction – the unbearable feelings vanish. At this point everything becomes a blur. Happiness, two new faces he feels a strong connection to, but once again he is unable to put names to faces. The pair looks different from the first: older, wiser. Kindness and warmth radiate off them in waves just like the couple before. Many good feelings wash over him and the temptation to let whatever this is play out overcomes him. The corners of his lips twitch upward, relaxing into… whatever this is.
Though, as they say, nothing lasts forever. The next moment there is fear – heart pounding, eyes widen, breath quickens – he's scared. Once again, he is unsure why. The urge to hide is greater than any thought at this moment. His body betrays him. It freezes while his mind screams for it to move – move – he remains glued to his spot. A dark form looms over him menacingly, as he looks up pain explodes all over his body. The first sound he utters since the start of this is a bone-chilling scream.
"Pe…r…"
He lashes out fighting his attacker. The figure pins him effectively to the floor.
"… ter…"
He neither acknowledges nor responds to the whispery voice. He's far too focused on defending himself to notice or care.
"Pe… ter… "
Hands wrap around his neck. He feels a sticky substance flow from his body, blood. His wounds are tender and he feels an uncomfortable stickiness in many places. But the lack of oxygen is his most pressing problem.
"Peter!"
The voice gets louder as darkness licks the edges of his vision. He looks a final time at the faceless figure before his vision blackens completely and his eyes come to a close.
"PETER!"
A/N: R&R~ :)