Rip Him Out of History
Chapter 1
I'm running. Running through a graveyard dense with thick fog. I hear no sound and the horrifying silence engulfs me, my fear growing with every bound. With every breath I inhale the musty scent of newly turned earth that I know encloses bodies so recently consumed by death. In the distance I begin to see the outline of a large church. Faster and faster I run and as I approach the church I notice a figure dressed in pearl white waiting for me at the grand doors. It is a woman with dark, flowing hair. She catches my eye. Her dark, grave eyes pierce into my icy blue ones. Her gentle lips part as if she wants to speak when all of a sudden the church seems further away. I run faster but the church is still fading away…
"NO!" my own cry awoke me. I blink my tired eyes and looked around almost as in a daze. I reach up to brush my sweaty hair out of my face and…SPLAT! The laughter explodes all around me.
"Haha! Dude you should've seen your face! 'No, no! The girl needs me!'" Danny exclaimed doubled over in laughter. Harry and Tom were in such a state tears were coming out of their eyes.
"You git!" I yelled teasingly and went in the bathroom to wipe the shaving cream off. Tom walked in and asked,
"Seriously, what the hell were you dreaming about? You sounded like you were about to cry!"
"I-I don't remember…" I said trying to think of what had happened, but the dream just escaped me.
"Yeah sure you don't," Harry piped in, "Maybe it was of your secret girlfriend!"
"Yeah right, you know I can't chat up a girl for my life!" I replied.
"True, very true," Danny stated. I rolled my eyes and proceeded to get ready for the day. We're on tour and we have a big show in Norfolk tomorrow.
"Hurry up man! We have to go down to the stage and rehearse," Tom called. I ruffled my hair a bit, picked up my bass guitar and we were on our way.
It was a dreary morning, the sun had recently risen though covered by clouds that were giving off a light drizzle. The ride was boring as usual, grass, trees, buildings, BORING. In a few hours we finally reached Norfolk. As we drove through the town my blood suddenly ran cold. There, in all its glory, was a big church and graveyard. The dream rushed back into my memory.
"Hey guys, have we been here before?" I asked warily.
"Hmm, no I don't think so. I'm pretty sure this is the first time we've played here, which is why we have to rehearse," Tom replied.
"You sure? I swear I saw that church before!"
"Dougie, I'm sure there is other churches that look like that, they're not rare or anything," Harry added. Lost in thought, I didn't respond.
Rehearsal went well, besides the fact Danny kept tripping over wires and screwing up the amps, but we eventually finished. Night had already fallen by the time we left the arena and began the long journey back. I got the same chill as we passed that church, and while trying to think of why I had dreamt about it the previous night, I drifted off to sleep.
I was dreaming my usual nightmare of forgetting the words while we were playing live when suddenly…darkness.
I was at the church again and this time I knew where I had seen it before. There she stood, the woman with the flowing white dress. She beckoned me closer. As I approached, her features seemed to change. A beautiful crown appeared on her head and the white dress turned into a fancy royal gown.
"Dougie…" her voice was nearly a whisper yet it echoed through my brain with the power of a full-blown gale. It was beautiful, but in a way, terrifying. "Dougie please help me."
"Anything, I'll do anything you need," I replied in awe at her stunning voice. "Just please tell me, who are you?"
"I am Queen Anne Boleyn."