A/N: I do not own The Giver.
Edit: Trigger warning...mention of death
She was running away from him. Two minds were feeling it. One in the realms of reality, feeling the wounds and terror, feeling the consequences, another in a dream, where, to him, it was still as bad.
"I WILL KILL YOU!" the man yelled, dangerously close to the girl.
"What's wrong Gabe?" a man asked as the little boy woke, screaming.
She was weak, dying. The beast had burned her, and now her powers can't help her. She wishes she hadn't shown her angelic form. Maybe, just maybe she could have lived, lived and…..
A young child is rocked back to a kinder dream. If only he could understand what was going on.
Falling apart, that was the best way to describe it. Both the human and angelic forms are weak, she will die. Soon, very soon, because there was pink stuff coating very white clothes her clothes, which was her blood. He was gone, at last. But she was dying. She was too pale to be considered even albino. White hair. White eyes. White, truly white, skin. She was different. She was only half human. And so, the Inner Circle child died.
The boy drifted off as the sled slid down, in the arms of his protector, feeling as happy and content as the girl. Was he going to die?