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Chapter 27: Dread That There Is No Renaissance

November 6, 2102

It was a dream, just another dream. Edward could tell from the lack of sanity to it.

He had the sense that his dream world was cold. The man walking in front of Edward could see his own breath. A few snowflakes fell overhead; Edward couldn't feel it. But who ever felt anything in a dream? It's when they wake up that the feelings came.

The man walked down the dark street. Edward was right behind him, but the man didn't sense him. The darkly clad man was watching a group of girls as they picked out new dresses. The shadow of a person was going to do something horrible to them. Edward could tell, but he didn't know why he knew the man's intensions.

Then there was blood. It was all he could see. The odd thing was that he knew he was enjoying it. He was covered in it. That experience alone should have made his dream a nightmare, yet it wasn't scary.

Something in Edward's mind pulled him into awareness. Edward's eyes flashed open only to be slammed back closed as the light hurt his pupils. Slowly, his eyes opened to a large, plain white room. The clock read 6:58, two minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He sighed while turning off the alarm and rolling to his side all in one motion. He was always waking up before his alarm went off.

With a gruff Edward rose from his bed. He could hear Gabriel in the other room, going about his morning routine.

Edward yawned and went to his collection of music. His fingers went to a small panel on the wall and the white walls of his room became covered with hundreds of songs and artists. It was his hobby. Collecting music made him feel peaceful compared to the uneasiness that plagued his unconscious mind usually.

Edward pushed the shuffle button. The music filled the whole house. Edward went into the bathroom and showered. When Edward was done he grabbed a water bottle of fountain water and headed for the car.

Gabriel was waiting in the passenger's seat, reading a news screen. The car was a dark, rich blue. It was Edward's favorite color yet he, himself couldn't bear to wear it. Something about the color just made him happy, but when he wore it he felt so strange.

"Morning," Gabriel said in a low voice as he scrolled down the next screen.

"Good morning to you, too." Edward turned on the car. It automatically started driving them to their college. He grunted and switched the car from the recommended auto pilot mode to manual.

"You know ninety percent of non-pedestrian related accidents are caused by people driving manually," Gabriel threw out the random fact as Edward went twenty miles over the speed limit. "You're not slowing down," he stated bluntly. "Edward, what compels you to constantly break the law and the speed limit?"

"The only laws I break are the ones with cars, excluding grand theft auto. I only feel compelled to break the speed limit because it makes me happy. I think I might have been a racecar driver in my 'past life'." Edward still couldn't remember anything from before he met Gabriel. When ever they spoke of his past it was in a joke.

The car came to a screeching stop as Edward pulled into the student parking lot. Gabriel gave him a glare before they got out of the car and headed for their separate classes.

Edward's first class was an advanced science class. He had no idea how he got into the class. He had never heard of any of the things that they were talking about, but when his teachers from his previous, lower-leveled classes asked him difficult questions he had answered each of them with a long explanation without a second thought, so naturally he was switched into the advanced classes.

It wasn't the first time something like this happened. Sometimes in his early English literature class they would start reading a book and he'd already knew what was going to happen throughout the whole plotline. Other times someone would start speaking in another language and he would understand them completely. Every so often, when he was looking up music and started listening to a song in the oldies section he would start singing along to the words before he even heard them.

All of those things scared Edward, yet his unfound general knowledge of all random things in academia made college so much easier.

When they had first escaped from everything Edward ever knew Gabriel had suggested that they start out at a high school, but only after a week of that they both agreed to try out college. They bought a house close to campus using the deep pockets of the city of Gabriel's birth.

Everything passed had been typical, average college life. No one had mentioned anything about Edward's disappearance from the city. Gabriel said that after the incident that landed Edward in jail everyone pushed the memory of him to the back of their minds.

Edward walked into his class and took his seat near the front. The professor wasn't there yet, so the whole class was talking amongst themselves. A blond Edward had talked to a few times sat down beside him. If he remembered correctly, her name was Molly. She opened her mouth to say something just as the professor came in talking about an impromptu lab involving deadly chemicals and no instructions other than to not explode the whole laboratory.

By the end of the class he was one of the six students out of forty to actually finish the lab. Edward felt a tug on his jacket as he was exiting the class and he looked backwards. The blond from before was standing there.

"Hey, Edward," Molly said with confidence. "I was heading for the café around the corner. You want to accompany me?" Edward would have normally said no, but he didn't have his next class for a half an hour and Gabriel was still in class. He agreed adamantly.

The trip to the café was filled with polite small chat and half-hearted jokes. Molly was flirting shamelessly by the time their orders came in. From the first second she spoke to him Edward already knew what she wanted. It was always like that though. Whenever he saw someone it was like he just knew what they were thinking. Everyone except Gabriel. It was refreshing and probably the reason he only had one friend.

At the end of Molly's and Edward's little 'date' Molly invited him up to her room, but Edward declined, giving her the excuse of having to go to class. He knew she only wanted to get close to him so that he would help her in their class together.

She asked him for his number, but Edward brushed her off. He paid their tab and started walking to his next class.

The sky overhead was a dark gray and started pouring out rain. Edward started running, trying to escape the worst of it. He was sprinting at his top speed, faster than most men his age, yet he felt slow.

Edward's next class was just letting out when it came into his line of sight. Hoards of students were exiting the building. Some of them opened umbrellas as Edward maneuvered through them to the door; while others held their books over their heads and ran, all but one. They took their time walking along at an easy pace not even noticing the rain.

It was one of the two things that truly distinguished them from the scurrying humans other than their pace. It was their topaz eyes.

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