Disclaimer: All these characters belong to Fox. I don't own them. I'm not doing this for profit.
Rating: PG
Author's note: Make sure you got kleenex near by. You may need it. This takes place somewhere before between The Kids Are Aiight and Female Trouble. In this world nothing past TKAA has happened. I've also rewritten much of these chapters as my first act of coming back to my writing. So, please enjoy.
Nightmares
I herd someone say once that if dreams can come true, then what about nightmares? My dreams came true. I had freedom, friends, a life. But then my nightmares came true, too. All my dreams are gone. All my friends are gone. Even some of the people I didn't really like, are gone. They're all gone because of me. Because 11 years ago Zack thought there must be something better than Manticore, and there was. Zack was right about that, so why didn't I listen when he told me to leave Seattle. Why didn't Zack care enough to force me out of Seattle?
Suddenly my body tenses as I hear someone walk past the door. They keep walking. I can relax, a little.
Normal made Herbal and Sketchy stay after work to clean up a mess we made that day. The stupid sector checks slowed me down; I was supposed to be helping the guys clean up. I didn't really care at the moment, but I should've, if only I cared enough to hurry. When I walked in to Jam Pony, getting ready to apologize, I saw one of the worse things in my life. Normal had his neck snapped, Sketchy and Herbal were shot execution style. All over the floor papers were scattered. I realized whoever did this was probably looking for me, so I hurried home to make sure Cindy was all right.
I shouldn't have stopped to check on Cindy, I should've gone strait to Logan's. The mess in our apartment was bad, so terribly bad. There was blood everywhere. It made me so sick. The delicious meal Logan made me for lunch added to the mess on the floor. Being an X-5 I saw lots of gross things back at Manticore, but this was worse than any of that.
Logan, ohmygod Logan. They knew I'd go to him. They killed Bling, and then waited with a gun to Logan's head until I got there. Once they saw me, they snapped Logan's neck. They were better prepared this time. They had more men. They were too strong for me to fight. I tried, I really did, but they were just too strong.
Now, here I am. In a cold, white room. White the color of innocence and purity. It's almost ironic. Why couldn't they make the room black, or even gray?
Here I am, millions of miles away from the US. In a different country. I'd have to cross an ocean to get back, but I don't want to. Not back to Seattle, too much pain there. I'd willingly go back to Manticore right now, if I could. But I can't. I'm here. Here in South Africa. Always hoping that my captors have forgotten about me, but I know they haven't.
I wish Zack would get here soon. Zack's always been there to bail me outta trouble. I just hope I didn't disappoint him too much when he and Tinga left without me, so that he'll come to check up on me and find me gone, and my friends dead. I hope he doesn't assume Lydecker did it and move on. Once I thought hope was a con job, but now it's all I got left.
The door's opening. Not again, please God if you exist, not again, no more, please no more pain.
