"She's comin' back" Aretha said in a soft tone.
"You're lyin'!" argued a distrusting Brax, "Don' trea' me like I'm stupid. She told me abou' those Globalsucks basterds. They're gonna kill 'er."
This argument had lasted over two hours, after Brax had overheard Scaramouche explaining the discussion between Galileo and the gang to Madonna. "Why did you tell me this anyway?" Brax asked looking at the floor.
"We told yah 'cause we though' you could handle i' like a mature adul'." Answered Big Macca
"I'm a Bohemian child," Brax noted, "mature ain't usually in my non-existen' dictionary." He cupped his hands, miming holding a book.
"But...?" Scaramouche asked in a hopeful tone, wanting her, non biological nephew would finish her sentence.
"Bu' this is a time where I need i'." He had calmed down now. "...So wha' was the real reason you told me?" the young Bohemian asked.
"Tha' was the reason!" Galileo exclaimed. Brax looked at him in a way to imply that he wasn't stupid, especially not to believe Mr Figero.
"We though' i' would be bad to tell the others, who don' understand maturity ye', le' alone are able to do i'." Aretha explained.
"Eva?" the Bohemians heard from the next room. Who was in there? Only Newton and Evanescence.
"Eva?" they heard again. Galileo and Scaramouche ran to the door and flung it open to see their daughter lying on the floor, eyes tight shut, writhing in pain.
"Wha' happened?" her mother asked in a rush.
"I dunno," Newt answered, quite scared of the purple haired Bohemian, "we were jus' playing and all of a sudden-" she gestured to her friend. Suddenly Eva stopped, still lying on the floor, not moving; eyes still tight shut, but lighter, not strained.
"Wha' happened?" Galileo repeated his girlfriend's earlier question.
"I dunno." Scaramouche answered. This conversation was getting repetitive to Newt. The guitar player knelt down beside Eva and her friend. She put her hand on her daughter's head and the other on the still child's chest. "Her bea' is fast." She said, her saddened eyes rested on the black haired girl.
"She's a rock drummer." Galileo stated in shock, "i' should be fast." His eyebrows scrunched together in confusion.
"Heartbea'!" Scaramouche shouted quietly, and quite over-protectively.
"Since when do you know medical trainin'?" the dreamer questioned his babe's actions.
"I don'" she admitted, "Bu' I know how a heart should bea'! and i's not like this." Scaramouche took her partners hand and put it to Eva's chest. Her beat was fast, not even a second between each rise of her chest.
Brax ran in the door at this point. "I heard 'medical trainin' and thought I could help." he said. He walked over to the girl lying on the floor and knelt down next to her. The boy put his hand on Eva's heart to check the beat of it. "You were righ' when you said you had no medical trainin'" he joked.
"Why?" Scaramouche tried to defend herself.
"Her heartbeat is fine. It's her breathing."
"What about it?" Scaramouche asked.
"It's shaky, and faster than it should be." noted Brax. He then hovered over the young girl, lifted her chin, then lent in and put his lips to hers, they were cold. Freezing intact. Ignoring this he began to breathe, forcing the warm air down Eva's throat. Soon enough the girl was breathing normally. Brax leaned away, taking a deep breath in. "I- I gotta go." he exclaimed.
"Why?" asked his sister.
"I'll tell you when you're older." with that he ran back out the way he came in. Scaramouche and Galileo looked from the door to each other.
After a few moments Eva opened her eyes. "Woh." she said in a gasp, "What a dream."
"Dream?" asked her mother with a curious expression, then looked at the father with a glare.
"Why am I getting the blame for everything today?" he reacted.
"'cause you're a guy." said the three girls in perfect harmony.
"How is she awake?" Newt questioned, baffled as to how Brax calmed her friend down.
"Your brother gave her something called 'The Kiss of Life'" Scaramouche answered.
"What?" Eva almost shouted, "He kissed me and I wasn't even awake to feel it?" she asked, but also stated, "Life sucks!" three pairs of confused eyes stared at the black haired girl. "What?" this time her voice had no volume behind it, "Oh. I- I-. Oh forget it!" she couldn't be bothered to explain.
"Newt, would you come with me so these two can be alone?" Scaramouche held her hand out to the girl. She just looked at it, then into the woman's eyes.
"Where's mum?" she wondered. The older Bohemian took a small step back at the question, but covered herself within a few seconds.
"She's gone to look for materials. You know how long that can take." With that Newton took her hand and they went out of the room.
A silence filled the room after Scara and Newt had left. Galileo decided he would be the one to break it, "A dream?" he asked.
"Yeah, at least that's what you called the ones you had." his daughter noted.
"What happened? You seemed in quite a bit of pain."
"Well," Eva began, "I was in this chair, and there was a man, flippin' a switch on and off, every time i' was on, some sort of shock or electricity was running through me." she explained. "Do you know what i' means dad?"
"No." answered a very curious dreamer. "Was there anythin' else there? Besides the man?"
"I don' really remember much." Evanescence then remembered something. "Wait, there was one thing. I didn' have my short, black hair, i' was long and blonde." Something in Galileo's head clicked at that point. He grabbed his daughter's hand and bolted out the door.
"Big Macca!" the long haired man turned at his name.
"I see she's ok then." he smiled at the young Bohemian latched on to her father's hand.
"Tha's no' the poin'. She dreamed."
"Everybody dreams Gazza." Charlotte interrupted.
"Yeah I know, but I mean she dreamed" he said the last word with exaggeration, to point out the different meaning.
"Oh. Oh. Oh!" Big Macca said. "Well this is brillian', we have a mini dreamer." before this time, back at the point when Eva was just born, Big Macca had a thing about calling the child a 'mini Figero', but it looked like he had found a new name for her. "Wha' 'ave you dreamt?" he asked as he knelt down in front of the 'mini dreamer'.
"Wha' dream do yah wan'?" she replied with a question.
"Don' mind, any dream will do." said an excited Char.
"Tell 'em the one you jus' told me." Galileo encouraged.
"Ok dad." she agreed. The young rebel turned to the two older Bohemians, who were then joined by Madonna. "What happened was: I was strapped to a chair and a man was turnin' it on and off, and when i' was on I was shocked with electricity."
"Tha' was it?" asked the red head.
"Tell them the other bit." Galileo softly elbowed his daughter in the
shoulder.
"Oh yeah." she remembered, "I wasn' me. I didn' had shor', black hair.
i' was long and blonde."
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"He was right!" Killer Queen said after what seemed like hours of silence.
"Pigs can fly?" Meat joked from within her confinement, "I never knew he had wings." she noted to herself out loud. Killer Queen didn't like the Bohemians mocking her Commander. That was her job.
"You Bohemiams need to learn your place." she told the rebel.
"It's Bohemians," Meat corrected, "an' we know our place."
"But you're not always honest with each other," the woman mocked, "are you?"
This question sent hundreds through Meatloaf's head, all the whispering, the pointing. "What do you mean?" she questioned, trying to figure out where The Killer Queen was going with this.
"Look at her!" she told the Bohemian, gesturing to the young girl at the other end of the room, whose head snapped up, meeting the blonde's bright blue eyes. Meat couldn't help but stare at a face so familiar, but so unfamiliar. She had seen this face before, everyday for years. She saw it in windows, mirrors, the travel pass in her hair, but she couldn't recognize any of it.
"You made a time machine and found my past self?" Meat sounded annoyed, but she just assumed this.
"I'm good... I'm brilliant... I'm-"
"Full of yahself?" interrupted the Bohemian.
"The best." Killer Queen finished. "But I'm not that good." she turned to the young girl, "How long have you been here?" the small blonde took her eyes off Meat to look at the woman standing between them.
"F- Fifteen years." she stuttered in a sweet voice that seemed to have a slight Scottish twist to it. The way she said her words made it seem like she didn't have much experience with talking, but she was educated.
Killer Queen turned back to Meatloaf, "And how many years has it been since you lost your family?"
"Eighteen years." the rebel answered.
"Oh." said Killer Queen. She turned to the girl again. "What about your parents? How long since they were captured?" she changed the question slightly, but this was one question too far for Meat, she had realised who had invaded her home all those years ago.
"It was you." she said in a calm manor, hiding the fire raging inside her. "You're the reason I've been living an outcast, the reason I've been alone, afraid." the fire was growing, "Why me? Hey! Why do you want me? And why didn't you take just me last time? Instead of killing my friend!" it was released, the fire was burning. The girl looked at Meat, then at The Killer Queen.
"Britney Spears wasn't just your friend. Or your love for that matter." the blonde looked at the woman in pure confusion. "You honestly don't know?" Killer Queen seemed shocked.
"He was your protector." Khashoggi said entering through the iron doors.
"The pig has entered the building." jested Miss Loaf, the young girl laughed at the ridiculous statement. The Commander headed towards the Bohemian, she went to the back of her confinement, forgetting it was electric. The shock knocked Meat to the ground. Khashoggi went to get out his stun gun.
"Khashoggi!" Killer Queen shouted, "We need her alive." she reminded him.
"Of course Madame." he replied letting go of his weapon. Meat looked up at the man whose face was hidden behind glasses, then to his mistress.
"He may not have told you this, but ah've already refused to give any information." she felt the need to remind Khashoggi.
"You will." Killer Queen stated.
"Whether you like it or not." added her Commander.
The woman walked over to the girl again, putting her hands on the child's shoulders this time, she threatened "There are ways to get the information.