Well... I was proven wrong. Don't you hate it when you're wrong? No Season 3 for V.
Sorry I haven't updated. But it's summer now, so I'll be able to update quicker.
Anyway, I would like to thank my friend Hi There Smiley for helping me out with the dream sequence for this chapter.
"We are not afraid of the dark. Only the things within it."
Tyler trudged up the stairs to his room half asleep. This had to be the longest day of his life. He felt physically, emotionally, and mentally drained. Like some vampire was sucking the life out of him. Speaking of being drained of energy, his mom had said that his first training session was after school tomorrow. Woopdeedoodledoo. For some reason the word training freaked him out as much as Lisa. It was probably because Hobbes was going to be his trainer. What did that guy have against him? Tyler had never done anything to him. Or had he done something that he thought was the right thing but ended up being the wrong thing? Like what happened with Father Jack, maybe.
Guilt was hanging over his head like clouds before a storm. Guilt because of his mom, who he had hurt, for Father Jack, who he had wrongly accused, and of course for Lisa, who he had ditched. Tyler thought of the night she had broken up with him. God, that night had sucked big time. Tyler quickly shuddered away from the thought. He laid on the top of his covers, not bothering to take off his shoes, and stared at the ceiling.
Tyler finds himself walking down a sidewalk that looks like it's slanting. Everyone he passes are wearing Peace Ambassador jackets and have their eyes cast downward. Tyler casts his eyes downward as well and sees a line of chalk, like a kid would draw, leading into an alleyway. Tyler hears laughter and followes the line. It is white, but the more he stares at it, it begins to change into a light pink color, then pink, and it becomes darker and darker until he realizes that he's following a trail of blood. Tyler's heart jumps. He turnes around to go back, but sees a brick wall blocking his path. Great. He hears a little kid humming a song behind him.
Tyler whirles around. He backes into the wall at what he sees. There is a little girl who looks around seven with light blonde hair in a white dress kneeling in front of a wall. She has painted a large bloody V in the middle of the wall that is decorated with handprints and what lookes like flowers. She doesn't have a paintbrush but uses her hands. What's worse is that Tyler can smell the blood. It's a combination of rust and salt and a slight coppery smell. He feels dizzy when he lookes at the ground and sees a person slumped against the wall a few feet from the girl, lying in a pool of blood. His heart beats faster as he watches the girl dip her fingers in the blood and continues to paint the wall. He then notices that in front of him are hop scotch squares and a crudely drawn smiley face in what looks like charcoal. A line of charcoal leads from the smile on the face to a heap in the shadows. Tyler realizes that the heap is a body, and a hand with charred fingers pokes out from the shadows. Adrenaline floods through him. Panic begins to take over his nerves. He tries to calm his breathing, but it only causes him to breathe faster which inceases his heart rate, causing him to become more frightened.
"Hello," she says. Tyler finds himself unable to speak, even if he was able to, what would he say? The girl giggles. It is a really creepy giggle. "Mommy'll be wondering where I am. Bye Tylee."
How in the hell does she know his name? The girl stands up to leave, then turnes to face Tyler. There are black sockets where her eyes should be, she doesn't have a nose, except for two slits that serve as nostrils. There's blood smeared across her face and dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"You- these people- they... why?" Tyler stammered.
The girl giggled again but this time her giggle sounded like nails on a chalkboard, and it echoed in his ears, making chills wrack his body. She began to melt into a pool of blood, like some invisible acid was deteriorating her body.
The blue sky suddenly turns to black clouds and gray snow begins to fall. No, not snow, ashes.
"All you know is falling," The little girl whispers. Tyler shivers because it feels like she's whispering in his ear. "What makes you think you can stop it?"
Everything turns fuzzy around him. The next thing he knows, Tyler's standing in a field of black grass. Thunder rumbles overhead and lightning flashes. For a brief moment, Tyler is able to catch a glimpse of tombstones in a circle around him. He sees the names of everyone he's ever cared about engraved on the tombstones.
"That's right. You can't stop it. This isn't a comic book. This is life. They'll win. You lose. Name one thing you've gained in your life. That's right. You haven't gained anything, you've only lost. How long do you think it will be before you lose everything else?"
For some reason Tyler has a feeling that she's talking beyond the V's. The ground opens up beneath him, and he is falling.
Tyler awoke frozen with fear and in a cold sweat. His heart was racing. Tyler relaxed slightly, happy that it was only a dream. His happiness was suddenly crushed when he realized that he was waking from one nightmare and falling into another. This life, real life, was a nightmare.
Tyler groaned, grabbed his iPod, and blasted heavy metal music in his ears. It hurt his ears, and he couldn't think because of the noise. Tyler turned it down a little, deciding it was better not to go deaf. He tried not to go to sleep, in fear of another dream like that again.
When he felt himself begin to drift off, Tyler ripped the earphones from his head, got out of bed and looked out the window. He saw the mothership looming over Manhattan a few miles away. All Tyler could do was think of Lisa, and wonder what she was doing. Was she sleeping? Or was she awake just as he was now? Tyler leaned his forehead against the glass. He never asked for aliens to come down and rain hell on Earth, never asked for this nightmare, he never asked to fall in love with an iguana. Iguana wasn't the right term, it made her sound like a pet. If anyone was a pet, it was Tyler. He looked up at the sky, but past the mothership and into the clouds, wishing he could see the stars.
Lisa couldn't sleep, but she wasn't tired. Not that she cared whether she slept or not. She sighed with annoyance as she sat on the edge of her bed. It seemed that she was beginning to care less, ever since she told Tyler the truth. But, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing, either. Unless she stared feeling apathetic about the wrong things. Like the war. Yet, it seemed that was where things were heading. All of it was because of him. He's just a boy. How can an idiotic boy have such an effect on you? Lisa asked herself, but she knew the answers. He was more than just a boy. And he was never supposed to have an effect on her. But he did, and that was why Lisa didn't know whether to blame him or her for this mess. She guessed it was both of them.
The more Lisa thought about it, the more she began to blame her mother. Her mother had told her to choose someone to make fall in love with her. Lisa hated her, she wanted to kill her. Her mother was beginning to push Lisa to the edge. She could kill her. Tonight. If only she could cause a diversion to distract the guards. She wouldn't need a weapon. What weapons she had was what nature gave her. A tail for slicing, claws for scratching, teeth for piercing. But it wouldn't work, not tonight. Besides, she wasn't quite ready to be queen yet. She wouldn't know how to rule.
Thoughts began to run through Lisa's brain on how to kill her mother. Lisa smiled to herself. Then the smile faded as she began to think how much like her mother she truly was becoming. Lisa pushed the thought away and walked toward the large bedroom window that moonlight flooded through.
Lisa looked up at the black sky, then looked at the stars and remembered when she had gone to Tyler's dads' house and spent the night. He had taken her outside and they had lain on the slightly damp grass and gazed at the stars. He told her how the ancient Greeks had come up with the idea of constellations and showed her the few that he knew, and told her their stories.
Lisa realized that their lives, hers and Tyler's, were so different. Where they excelled in the arts, her species excelled in science and technology. Their lives were almost opposite, but the same in a way. They were like two people who lived in the same place but came from seperate worlds.
Of course, two people who come from different worlds, and a relationship based on lies and secrets is only destined to fail. Lisa thought as a pang of hurt seemed to stab her. She wanted to fly away as she looked up at the sky and into the stars.
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