Here's another crappy chapter for everyone. You have no idea how much I hate the first two chapters. I'm sorry if it's confusing and everything but I promise it'll make sense more into the story! Oh! And I decided that I'll only update on Saturday since I don't have enough chapters ready to update two days a week. So Wednesday would be my catch-up day for any Saturday I missed!
Sorry it's kind of rushed after the dream. I'm too lazy to go back and fix whatever I wrote on my ipod. I will in the future. Promise! Oh and I changed my pen name (again), check my profile to keep up with who in the world I was previously! lolz
I do not own Bakugan!
There really isn't anything special about it; Alice was sleeping and she dreamt herself back in Wardington with the brawlers. She was waitressing like the good old days.
It was a beautiful day; the girl could hear the birds sing their heavenly chime as the sunshine broke through and into the restaurant upon a single table. It was so nostalgic, the busy buzz in her ear as she went from table to table, the feeling of welcome as she gazed upon familiar faces and how her heart jumped when she gaze upon the table where the brawlers sat.
Everyone was there- Dan, Runo, shun, Julie, March… Masquerade.
Masquerade was there too. But no one seemed to be mad about it, they just acted… normally. As if he was never the bad guy. As if he belonged along side with them all along. And they were talking to him, laughing, smiling. Joking.
Even shun seemed to be comfortable around the ex masked villain.
Dream- Alice wasn't surprised as she set drinks down onto the table.
Masquerade shifted, turning towards her. He smiled—and no not a smirk, a REAL smile.
Alice could feel her heart jump again as she returned the smile. In the background she could hear Dan slurping his drink quite loudly as Runo scolded him. Julie looked as if she wanted to tell the redhead something but she turned away to continue working.
A hand shot up and grabbed her arm. Twirling around, she was faced with the blond who was towering over her.
Strange enough, she wasn't surprised at their height difference—despite sharing the same body before.
As he opened his lips to thank her, Alice jolted awake by hands shaking her awake.
"Alice! Alice! Wake up!" a voice croaked out to her, shaking her more violently each time her name slipped past her lips. "Alice! WAKE UP!"
"Nnnn…. What is it?" the girl muttered as she sat up right and tried to pry her relative's shaking hand off her shoulders. "What's going on?"
Her aunt Karen just stared at her in bewilderment before stuttering "y-your gran-grand-father… Michael… h-he…."
"What happened to grandfather?" she hissed, grasping a hold of her aunt's sleeve. She was too busy to notice the extra voice add to her own as Karen only shook more violently herself—tears starting to stream down her cheeks now.
She started to mumble but whatever she was trying to say was too faint for Alice to understand and finally letting go of her aunt's collar, the redhead ran out of the room slamming the door behind her.
A billion thoughts raced through her mind as she jolted down the stairs. What happened? Was he alright? Will he make it?
Alice, stop worrying. A voice inside her head whispered to her. But it went unheard over the sound of her heart beating.
My grandfather could be… could be… Alice couldn't bring herself to even think of the word, a loud thump thump thump banged on in her head as she rounded the corner.
He's going to be fine. Her 'conscious reassured her.'
How do you know that? Alice snapped. Although it's a bit strange to be yelling to yourself.
Her consciousness fell silent as she grabbed the door knob to her grandfather's room.
There was a horrible moment of hesitation when her hand touched the cold metal surface.
What if…
Alice cleared her head of these thoughts as she pushed the door wide open. Inside she saw something that would change her life forever.
Falling onto her knees as tears threatened to fall didn't mean anything as to why she was too stubborn to pull her eyes away from the sight. She tried to calm herself down but it was no use, even the controlling voice in her head was no use.
The answer was right in front of but she tried to neglect it.
Maybe he's playing a joke!
Maybe he's just asleep…
Maybe….
Ben was at the side of Michael's bed, sobbing and holding onto his hand for his dear life. When he heard the door opening and something crashing towards the floor, he squared his shoulders and faced his niece,
She was shaking her head desperately and was staring at her grandfather's ghostly white hand.
No.
No.
NO.
She was mouthing to herself as Ben only held onto his father's hand tighter. He was silent as he gently dropped it by his side and walked over to Alice.
He gave her the most solemn and yet pitiful frown ever as he made his way towards her and Alice hated it.
He's lying
They're lying.
Everyone's lying.
No one said a thing.
As he came closer to her, the sixteen year old only tried to crawl away from him as he neared kicking distance.
"Alice." He breathed, leaning down to her height on the ground.
Alice screamed and crawled away, hoping that he'll stop advancing towards her.
Go away!
Don't touch me!
Spare me your lies!
Spare me your tears!
He didn't stop, he only came closer. Taking cautious steps as if she was a nightingale and he had a small hope of her flying and landing onto his finger tips.
"Alice." he said again.
"No! I don't want to hear it! Leave me alone!" Alice protested, placing her hands over her ears and shutting her eyes as if this was all a bad dream—no a nightmare. A loud scream would escape her lips every time her uncle tried to tell her to calm down.
He couldn't be…
He shouldn't be…
He's…
"Alice I'm sorry, but your grandfather has passed away."