The Nightmares That Seem Like Dreams

by Don't Forget About Me

Zach Goode did it. He killed her. She's gone for good, but the COC won't stop at that. They want revenge. But they're practically nothing without her. He feels the guilt, the pain, aching in his chest, in his heart. But it's too late. She's... she's gone. Dead. Forever. She may be gone, but Zach still has to deal with the Nightmares That Seem Like Dreams. T for deaths. -Post GG5.-

2. Changing Times

The Nightmares

Nightmare One: Changing Times

A recordation by Zachary Goode, certified CIA spy-in-training.

I was walking around that forest by a COC safehouse.

My mother was there. She was holding a small boy with green eyes and messily cut brown hair. She looked much younger, maybe in her twenties, and she was playing with the boy in her arms in a motherly-way.

A man came up beside her and held her close. They both stared lovingly at the boy with green eyes. I know that man.

Hey was my father.

Suddenly time sped up and things changed, like one of those flip books. The boy was now out of my mother's arms and looked about the age of 12, maybe 13. My mother and father had also aged a bit.

My mother's hair was now a darker shade of red, her eyes, once shining and bright, was darkened and evil. A ring was on her finger, bearing a symbol I couldn't decipher. She reached in her jacket and pulled out a gun. She turned around, and shot my dad right in the heart. He fell dead as the boy screamed and ran to him. My mother slapped him and kicked his side. He inched away from the cold body and was carried away by huge guys. My mother looked regretful and melancholy, but the emotions quickly vanished as she entered the safehouse.

It turned into a flip book again. I saw what was happening as the time changed. The boy was being sent off as a dark school bus came to pick him up. My mother was evil, and images of her torturing spies came into view. One of them I recognized. Matthew Morgan. My mother was repeatedly beating him. He fell to the ground, withering in pain, but keeping on his mask. Blood poured out of him and his pulse stopped. Matthew Morgan was dead.

The scene changed back to the boy. He was in a room surrounded by boys, standing in between two. I knew them –Grant and Jonas.

The boy got older. I could see the times change as he grew, getting back on the bus again, this time to Gallagher.

He was with a girl. She was beautiful. She was gorgeous. She was a spy. S

She was Cammie.

The boy was older now, maybe eighteen, my age. He was with Cammie again. He pulled her close and kissed her.

The scene flipped again. He was the same age, but this time he looked pained and angry. He was watching my mother try and kill Cammie. He pulled free of the men holding him back and punched his mother, telling Cammie to run. He shot the box and was sent flying.

Now I was in the forest. The boy was there, he had a handgun. It looked CIA certified, the kind with enough power to kill someone with a simple shot. Anywhere. He was running down the forest, shooting at my mother. Then he got her. I winced as she fell down, dying right at his feet.

Then she turned to me.

"I love you, Zach. I always have. I'm sorry." Then her pulse died down and dark red blood poured out of her. I felt tears fall as I screamed at the sight. I turned to the boy, but he had vanished, leaving only a hand mirror in his place.

I picked it up, looking for a clue as to where he was. Then I looked into it and felt my breath stop.

That boy was me.