Sweet Blackwell Dreams 4
So, I finished this chapter back in june. Got around to editting it yesterday (the 21st of may). Hope you enjoy it!
Everything was against her. People were coming for her head, the animals seemed to be always rabid, even the weather knew she was here. Everyday it seemed to be humid or raining or something that would impede her. Nevertheless, she maintained her grip on her sword and marched on. She had to march on. She needed to march on. For her.
Passing through the threshold, she looked around. This was her domain. She could bring this place down to its knees. Walking through, she could see the history of this place. The thought of what this place meant to many people before her was weighing down on her more than the humidity. Passing through another threshold, she overheard voices ahead. Alerted, she slowly approached the source of the noise. Approaching a corner, she peeked over.
"Everything's almost ready. You think this is legit?" One of the men said. His friend shrugged.
"To tell you the truth, I don't believe in this crap." He said, surprising his friend.
"You're kidding me, right? We'll be able to solve all our problems and more if this works, man." The first guy replied. His friend shook his head.
"Okay, sure. However, the 'leader' of whatever the hell this is is a loony son of a bitch." His friend said. By now, she had enough. Silently approaching the two, she disposed of them quickly with the movement of a hand. Walking ahead, she entered what she believed they were talking about. In the middle of the room, a lone figure leaned down to another, obviously subdued. No one else was there. Only the stairs and columns were witnesses to this site. Before she moved, the figure spoke.
"Why do you persist? Everything that the world has to offer can be yours if you cease your rebellious intrusions. You have come this far, but it is too late. The ritual is ready. There is nothing you can do to stop." Raising his arms, he prayed out loud in a language dead for centuries. As he spoke, the subdued figure stood erect as if by command. From where she stood, she could see the body change. Like in a supernatural movie, the eyes started to glow, the body becoming a vessel for something greater than man. Maybe becoming the physical manifestation of a god, goddess, or demon bent on mass destruction or world domination.
But if she didn't choose to stand still, she would have seen all of this after the lone figure stopped speaking. Like the men before her, she ended this ceremony with the movement of her hand. The lone figure ceased his actions just like the men before. Walking down to the middle of the room, she approached the prisoner that accompanied the other man. With the swiftness of a trained swordsman, she freed the prisoner with a single motion. Carrying the prisoner, she brushed away the hair from their eyes. With that, they made their leave.
After what felt like hours, she saw the prisoner jerk around. Slowly, their eyes fluttered open. She looked at them and gave a small smile. When they were fully awake, the prisoner looked surprised.
"You saved me?" They asked her. She could answer all her questions right now. She was safe now, and that was all that mattered.
"Yeah. More or less." She went to laugh, but she felt a pain in her stomach, so she stopped. She felt the weight of the prisoner shift, probably looking her over. While they looked her over, she reflected on what was going on now. She was carrying the prisoner bridal style, covered in dried blood and various scars, and somehow she still had strength to walk on. She felt something continuing to fuel her drive.
She looked over her rescued prisoner. They looked like a goddess in some mural in their beautiful white frock. A flower crown lay atop their head among their brunette locks. They had looked up, finished surveying them. Their blue eyes looking into her soul. A sad, small, but understanding smile graced their face.
"You saved me." They said, acknowledging her current state, scars and all. "I knew you would."
She smiled. They remembered her promise. Her vow to keep them safe, to save them from danger, and to stay with them no matter what.
"I made you a promise." She said with a smile. She looked back at the former prisoner. They looked so beautiful. From the brunette locks framing their face to the cute freckles dotting her cheeks and dainty nose. She felt something in herself, and knew they felt something, too. Almost by habit, they moved their heads closer. Resting their foreheads on each other, they slowly brought their chins up. Graciously, they closed the distance between their lips. It felt like forever, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
...
The bright sun snuck into her room, directly on her eyes. Opening them as if on cue, she looked to see herself back in her dorm. It was that dream again, a new flavor every time she dreamed. As she reviewed her surroundings, she started remembering her night. The laptop on and with very little battery left meant she was playing that new game she bought and most likely spent the whole night trying to finish it. The metric ton of fast food was another great indicator.
Putting the laptop on the charger, she grabbed a new pair of clothes and her toiletries and went to the bathroom. As she walked, she tried to figure out who or what she was dreaming of. All she remembered was a mop of brunette hair, freckles scatters, blue eyes only angels could possess. Who could be a brunette with freckles and have blue eyes like the sky? Opening the door, she found her answer.
"Oh! Good morning, Brooke. An all-nighter, huh?" The girl in the bathroom said, stopping her brushing to greet her. Brooke just stood there, beginning to piece together her little puzzle, but stopping as to not be awkward.
"Yeah. I guess I went a little overboard last night." Brooke replied. Walking towards a sink, she began to brush her teeth, trying not to freak out over realizing a few things. The other girl smiled, just like the one in her dreams.
"Don't wear yourself out, Brooke. I know it's a prestigious school, but it's also the weekend. Just pace yourself when you study, and remember to take a little break in between. 25 minutes and no less." She told Brooke. Yeah, studying. But it sounded like good advice to try. She'll have to try it later.
"Thanks, Max. I appreciate you looking out for me." Brooke told Max, trying not to stammer. Max gave one of those smiles again.
"If she does it a third time, I might have to kiss her. Wait, what?" Brooke thought to herself, confused at how exactly that thought related came about. It also brought her back to her dream. She could feel herself shake a little.
"I always try to look out for everyone. Well, almost everyone. I can promise you that. Stay safe, Brooke." Max said, finishing off her brushing. As she left, Brooke looked on as Max left. She was wearing a tiny t-shirt and an even tinier shorts.
"Is that even school appropriate?" Brooke thought as she was checking out Max's form. Realizing what she was doing, she quickly looked away, flustered. Finishing her brushing, she went to the showers.
Turning the knobs, Brooke started to think. Where did these dreams come from? She did overhear the other girls talking about Max. Some of it good, some of it bad, but about her nonetheless.
It might just be a little too much for her weakened mind right now. As she told herself to stop thinking, she couldn't stop herself from seeing Max in her bed, looking so innocent laying there. Standing above her, Brooke saw herself go down, cupping Max's face as their lips were inches away from...
"Dammit!" Brooke thought to herself, as she felt herself get hotter in the shower. Hastily finishing off, she quickly dried up, dressed up and ran to her room. Locking the door behind her, Brooke felt her head throb. Laying down in her bed, Brooke drifted quickly asleep.
...
It was dark. Brooke was in a haze. Her head was heavy, and a man's voice was conversing with someone else. His words were muddled in her lack of focus. Just as Brooke was about to focus on the world around her, the man began speaking in a language dead for centuries. Just as soon as he spoke, Brooke felt herself turn rigid, like a otherworldly force taking over her.
She saw past lives speed fast forward in front of her. Images of life, death, war, and beauty in the span of seconds. It was painful seeing all these memories pass by, reliving the moments and feeling all the emotions at once. Her head was spinning, her mind scrambled. She wanted it to end.
Just as she wished for it to end, she heard the man stop speaking. After that, Brooke blacked out.
Brooke felt a soft sway in her form. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The light was blinding at first, but eventually she got used it. As she readjusted to the light, she saw that she was being carried. Looking around, she saw her savior. Her freckled, blue eyed, brunette, beautiful savior. She looked her over. Dried blood covered her pants and shirt. She had stitches and patches over her arms. Brooke could even see a little stitch peeking out from under her shirt. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Brooke could hear her words.
"I always try to look out for everyone." She said. Brooke gave a little smile, blushing a little bit, at the memory.
"Max, you saved me." Brooke said to her, looking over her savior. "I knew you would."
"I made you a promise." Max said, blushing as well. Looking away to not look so flustered, Brooke saw herself adorned in a beautiful white frock. As she shook her head to look around her, she saw petals falling from her head. She must have a crown of flowers on her head. Looking up to Max again, Max turned back to Brooke. Max went closer to Brooke, and Brooke did the same. Their lips were inches apart. They closed the distance.
...
Brooke woke up. She felt well-rested. Stretching out, she looked towards her clock. 7:45 pm.
"How long did I sleep?" She thought to herself. Getting up, she saw a folded note by her door. Picking it up, she unfolded it.
"Brooke, don't stress yourself out over studying. Remember to take breaks. If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here down the hall. Promise, Max." It read. Brooke felt herself blush. Max was so kind.
"Max, you're such a sweetie." Brooke said to herself. Putting the note on her desk, Brooke got dressed to get some dinner, maybe daydream a little about a certain brunette. Going outside, Brooke walked off with some pride in her stride.