Chapter 1: The dream that started it all.
A/N: This is, as clearly as I can remember, the dream that inspired the fic. It won't make much sense since this is a dream, but you should still enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own TSL or the actors, but I do own the plot of SbnA.
Spoiler Alert: Minor spoilers for up to chapter 3
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My / third person PoV
The show was just about to start as I was lying on the couch watching TV. Two of my favorite actors, Dylan and Cole Sprouse were staring in a new show. My mom was in our living room with me, but I was pretty sure she didn't really care about this.
Dylan was there, in a small dark room. I wasn't sure what his character's name was, but that doesn't matter. In his face, I could easily see his depression. The spark was missing in his life. What could be wrong with him though?
As the time passed, another figure appeared in the room. "Come to the park in the morning, and that's by my definition of early."
The scene faded, and Dylan found himself in the park. The rays of the new sun struck his face. Looking around, he found an injured dog and went over to it. "You okay boy?" he asked the lab.
"You have two choices here," a mysterious woman said walking over to him.
"What are they?"
"You can either help the dog, or kill him," she said holding a gun.
"I'll help him of course," Dylan said, doing what he could to tend to its wounds.
"I'm sorry, but there is no hope for that. We have to kill him."
"No, you can't."
"I know it seems cruel to you, but we have no other choice."
She pointed her gun toward Dylan as he tried to get the injured dog away. Slowly, he managed to get the wounded animal walking, but it struggled against the pain it felt. The lady continued to pursue the boy and the dog, but they began to pull away from her.
Soon though, other men began coming in, surrounding Dylan. Behind him was the ocean, and in front of him was the gang that he couldn't get away from. Looking at the gun in his hand, he knew he had to do something and his time was running out.
He glanced around for something that would get him out of the mess, and that's when he saw him. "Pass it here," his brother told him.
Without thinking twice about it, Dylan tossed the gun over the crowd as his brother caught it and ran into the distance.
The twins were safe for now, but so many questions remained. What had happened to the two of them to force them into their current life? Why had they not seen each other in so long? The scene around me began to fade, as I tried to see, but felt my eyelids concealing the information.
I felt myself shift back to reality, and noticed it was much earlier than I had to get up. That was a strange dream, but it gives me ideas. Hm, I wonder…