A/N: Very short little piece from the POV of one of the escaped X5s. No identity, though I was thinking of one of the guys when I wrote it. Doesn't really matter. Let me know what you think! Enjoy!
Dreams of Escape
It's been months since I thought of them.
Wondered about their lives, whether or not they escaped, if they're alive or dead…
They always find their way back to me through my dreams.
I dream of ice and snow, and of cold so bitter it still sleeps in my veins.
I dream of the smashing of glass, and the long fall to the ground below. Of footsteps crunching a pathway, my bread crumbs left behind for pursuers to follow.
I dream of the warmth that I felt coming from their bodies as their blood surged with adrenalin, and their hearts pumped faster at the thought of leaving. The heat that died off as one by one they peeled off, scattering as he commanded, leaving me alone.
I dream of the sound of the soldiers, and of the quickened breath of my siblings, the astronomical leap into the outside world and freedom, and the smell of success.
I dream of her screams, and though I try to block out the identity of the screamer, she haunts me in my dreams. I wonder what she'd look like now, and the countless faces constructed by my dreams and nightmares haunt me in the streets of my city. I dream of her screams, they echo in my ears until they halt suddenly, and I shudder at the reason for the scream stoppage. I dream of blood.
I dream of freedom from my past, freedom from memories, freedom from nightmares. But they find me again, always. Haunting, taunting me, reminding me of who I am, of how I am different, how I am hunted. Connecting me to my past yet keeping me grounded in the present, instilling in me purpose, a reason for living, and meaning.
I need more sleep than some of the others ever did, yet I avoid it when I can, avoid the screams, the cold, the memories. Secretly though, when I'm in the moments between awake and sleeping, I welcome them, my brothers and sisters. I welcome the glimpse of their faces, the memory of their voices, the hope that I carry with me for them.
I close my eyes and wait for them to find me.