The man looked at me and just cracked an evil grin as he looked back at my poor helpless little brother.
"Don't touch him! Don't you dare get near him!" the man rolled his eyes.
"Oh, Maria, you never know when to quit, huh?" I glared furiously at him and he only laughed a slow laugh. "But now you must pay for your mistakes."
"Just take me instead! He didn't do anything!" I begged him as a sob escaped my throat. He smiled devilishly.
"But you see, that's what makes it so I know you'll never do this again." he says pointing his pistol at my brother.
"NO!" I screamed. But he ignored me and slowly pulled the trigger.
I sat up in my bed, sweat poured over my face and I heaved deep breaths, sending sharp pains through my lungs. I looked around at my surroundings, and the familiar grey walls of the Mother of Invention stared back. I haven't dreamed of that day in the three years I've been here and the fact that is showed its ugly face again scared me beyond reason. I glanced over at Agent Maine, my roommate and best friend. Every day I worried that being friends with him would haunt me someday but for now he slept peacefully in his cot, probably having a good dream from the way he was smiling sleepily. The quietness around me calmed me down and I lay back down in my bed but sleep refused to come to me. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling when I heard footsteps outside my door, instantly drawing my attention there.
I held my breath as the door opened but released it once I saw it was just Agent North Dakota. He rubs his blue eyes. North is blond with blue eyes and could be classed as handsome but I guess Maine and Wash could too.
"Hey, are you okay? I heard you scream and it scared the living daylight out of me." I frowned but nodded.
I had a bad dream. I say in sign language. North nodded. He was the only other Freelancer other than Maine to learn sign language to talk to me.
"I see. Still, you haven't made any… vocal noise in a really long time. It took me a minute to figure out it was you… and If you had been in real trouble you could be hurt by the time I got here." North looked down but I snapped my fingers and got his attention.
I'm fine, really, I am. I'm just wondering why Maine didn't wake up if I had screamed. North shook his head.
"I don't know what Maine dreams about, but if you screamed it probably worked its way into his dream. If you had really been in trouble…"
North! Stop it! Don't act like this, it scares me.
"I'm sorry, I just…"
Don't worry about it. North had always been super protective of me ever since his sister South Dakota died, since I looked so much like her. But he wasn't the only one that was protective of me. So was Maine, he had taking a close liking to me when I taught him sign language so he could speak to at least me, ever since he lost his voice while being cut in the throat by the enemy during a battle. Then North had learned it, and acted as a translator for us, and then Agent Washington learned it because for one I was his partner and two, I saved his life on the battle field and he never let anyone or thing hurt me. These three cared about me in a way no one had ever before, and it scared me to think they may get hurt by me because of my past but I shook the thought away.
"Are you sure? I mean I can stay here if you want…"
North, go get some sleep. Now. He sighed, but nodded, wishing me good night he left to go back to his room, shutting the door behind him. I smiled to myself and rolled over in my bed shutting my eyes.
I would never let anything hurt them. Nothing.