This thing; ~~~~~~~~~~, means the beginning or end of a dream. To the
Story.
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(Milana's POV)
Dreams are frightening, always. Mine are anyway, I dream about my past or nothing at all. Thankfully I stopped having dreams the last few weeks or so, or I'd probably never let myself sleep. So after Ororo had taken me to get some food and introduced me to several people (I just starred at them, I don't like to shake hands with people, physical contact fears) and I had returned to my room I tried to get some rest. Ah foolish little me.
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I giggled as the blond haired woman covered her eyes and then took away her hands fast, making a face and saying "Peekaboo!". Her face was blurry, I could only make out her hair color and the fact that she had a soft creamy color skin, but I knew who she was.
"Mamie!" I said, laughing as she tickled my purple stomach. I laughed harder, and being only four, tried to crawl away. Then, suddenly, a crash sounded. My mother's head jerked up as a small green object flew through the kitchen window and landed a few feet away. My mother screamed and wrapped her body around mine when the small object blew up. Darkness...
FLASH!
"Over here! No you idiots, over here! My god, what the hell is that?!" a voice yelled after me as another bullet shot by. I ran as fast as I could, my paws appearing and allowing me to go on all fours and run even faster. But how was I, a little kid maybe ten years old, going to outrun a bunch of gun wielding men? They thought I was an animal until one saw my purple cloths, and realized I was not the 'beast' of the woods, but a little girl. Now their courage was doubled, and their motorcycles reved as they slowly caught up...
FLASH!
"You little bitch, does this look dusted?" A woman's scream filled my head as she kicked me repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, I'll fix it!" I cried. That was the last day my vocabulary consisted of more than three words. That was the fifth time I nearly died since being sold as an animal by the mutant hunters to the town of Elington, but I never really counted the time my home was blown up and burned, when my mother had thrown herself in the way of the blast to protect me.
FLASH!
Music... no lights, but the strong scent of men everywhere, laughing as me and my only friend, another mutant named Screen, was surrounded. The first night of a hell I never imagined existed, the last night I saw Screen alive.
Men everywhere, laughter, beer, kicks and punches, a rope around my neck, a man on top of me, pain everywhere. Pain, fists, feet, darkness...
"Bitch!"
"Devil!"
"Stay still, Dog, or I'll beat the worthless crap outta yeh!" Screams, my screams. All I could hear after that.
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I woke up screaming, the covers on my bed wet with sweat. I was scared out of my wits and when the door slammed open I flipped over the side and rolled under it, sobbing and curling into a tight ball.
"Milana? Are you alright?" Who was that? It sounded like that woman, Ororo. I immediately started to quite myself, still crying too hard to look up but forcing my gasps for air to be silent gasps. "Milana?" Go away, don't bother me now. Go away you, this isn't the time for a smile or nice face, this was the time to curl up in a dark space and cry about my mother, something I haven't done in many years. Turn off the light and go away.
"Vat's going on?" No, not him, not the man I can't place. Go away, go away, go away...
"It's Milana, my god she's talking!" Go away, go away, go away...
"Milana? Are you alright?" A small thud, like someone getting on the floor. A hand on my shoulder, I stopped sobbing and jerked away so hard and sudden I rolled backwards and out from under the bed. Not even pausing to think I bolted for somewhere, ended up in the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, locking it. I heard a gasp of pain, but I collapsed right then, and once again got lost in tears and memories.
(NPOV)
"Kurt, are you alright?" Ororo cried, rushing over. Kurt danced around for a moment, his hands clamped on his nose when a few drops of blood came out.
"I'm fine!" he said, even as his voice was muffled by his hands and he winced slightly. He had run straight into the door as Milana had slammed it shut. Ororo looked at the locked door of the bathroom and then at Kurt, as more blood started to drip out of his hands.
"You need to get down to the med-bay," she said. She was still in shock that the mute girl had spoken, though it seemed unintentional. Go away, go away. Her voice was so rasp and quiet, as if it belonged to someone on their deathbed. So she wasn't a complete mute like everyone had thought... At the mention of leaving the room Kurt shook his head.
"No!" How could he just go? Something was haunting her, and he was not going to leave because of a nosebleed. He grabbed a few tissues from the dresser and held them to his nose, which continued to bleed. There was something about this girl that he couldn't quite place, had he seen her somewhere? She looked so familiar...
"Kurt," Ororo began. Just then Logan and Scott showed up, looking incredibly sleepy and agitated.
"What's up?" Logan growled. "Why are you all her in the middle of the night? Wait, what happened to you, elf?" he said, noticing the blood pouring out of his friend's nose. Scott looked anxious and suddenly very alert.
"Was there an attack? Where is Milana?" he asked. Ororo pointed at the door.
"I came in here when I heard her screaming, she fled and slammed the door on Kurt. She spoke."
"What?!" Scott said. "What did she say?"
"Go avay," Kurt said, glad to see the bleeding lessen slightly. Logan growled.
"Hey bub, we have every right to be here, she woke us up to." He said. Ororo smiled slightly.
"No, that's what Milana said," she told the men.
"She told you we had every right to be here?" Scott asked, confused. Ororo laughed softly.
"No, she said go away."
"Oh," said the two mutants. Scott shook his head slightly, trying to wake his sleepy wits. Logan seemed to be trying to do the same thing, but his way was hitting himself couple times on the head as hard as he could.
"So Milana screamed, told you to go away, and then hit Kurt in the nose with the door?" he asked.
"Pretty much, but I still don't know why she screamed in the first place," Ororo said. Logan looked at the bed, noting the covers and sheets were tangled and damp with sweat, he knew what was wrong.
"Nightmares, the kid's havin nightmares," he said. He walked over to the bathroom door and pressed an ear against it, his keen hearing managing to get the faint sounds of sobbing coming from the room. He sighed. "Whatever's buggin her still has her upset," he said. Kurt walked forward and knocked softly.
"Milana?" he called. "Are you alright? Open the door, please!" But no answer or more sounds could be heard.
"Alright, I think it's time we open the door. Logan, can you do it without scarring the girl any more?" Scott asked. In response Logan extended one claws into the lock on the door, and the whole knob fell off in two halves. A startled gasp was heard and some scuffling noises, and Logan backed off to let Kurt through, who startled all of them by racing in as soon as the door started to swing open.
Milana was huddled in a corner, her eyes wide and bloodshot. She was still shaking and her face was wet with tears, which were still pouring out of her eyes, though now completely silent. She was pressed against the wall and had her knees drawn up tightly to her chin, and she winced visibly as Kurt rushed in, followed by Ororo and Scott.
"Milana?" Kurt asked. No answer, just a fearful stare and a shudder. The blue furred man stepped closer, kneeling down. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. Nothing, she wasn't even opening her mouth.
(Milana's POV)
That does it, no more talking. Ever.
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Well, too tired to continue. Please review, and I'll think about another chapter, lol.
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(Milana's POV)
Dreams are frightening, always. Mine are anyway, I dream about my past or nothing at all. Thankfully I stopped having dreams the last few weeks or so, or I'd probably never let myself sleep. So after Ororo had taken me to get some food and introduced me to several people (I just starred at them, I don't like to shake hands with people, physical contact fears) and I had returned to my room I tried to get some rest. Ah foolish little me.
~~~~~~~~~~
I giggled as the blond haired woman covered her eyes and then took away her hands fast, making a face and saying "Peekaboo!". Her face was blurry, I could only make out her hair color and the fact that she had a soft creamy color skin, but I knew who she was.
"Mamie!" I said, laughing as she tickled my purple stomach. I laughed harder, and being only four, tried to crawl away. Then, suddenly, a crash sounded. My mother's head jerked up as a small green object flew through the kitchen window and landed a few feet away. My mother screamed and wrapped her body around mine when the small object blew up. Darkness...
FLASH!
"Over here! No you idiots, over here! My god, what the hell is that?!" a voice yelled after me as another bullet shot by. I ran as fast as I could, my paws appearing and allowing me to go on all fours and run even faster. But how was I, a little kid maybe ten years old, going to outrun a bunch of gun wielding men? They thought I was an animal until one saw my purple cloths, and realized I was not the 'beast' of the woods, but a little girl. Now their courage was doubled, and their motorcycles reved as they slowly caught up...
FLASH!
"You little bitch, does this look dusted?" A woman's scream filled my head as she kicked me repeatedly.
"I'm sorry, I'll fix it!" I cried. That was the last day my vocabulary consisted of more than three words. That was the fifth time I nearly died since being sold as an animal by the mutant hunters to the town of Elington, but I never really counted the time my home was blown up and burned, when my mother had thrown herself in the way of the blast to protect me.
FLASH!
Music... no lights, but the strong scent of men everywhere, laughing as me and my only friend, another mutant named Screen, was surrounded. The first night of a hell I never imagined existed, the last night I saw Screen alive.
Men everywhere, laughter, beer, kicks and punches, a rope around my neck, a man on top of me, pain everywhere. Pain, fists, feet, darkness...
"Bitch!"
"Devil!"
"Stay still, Dog, or I'll beat the worthless crap outta yeh!" Screams, my screams. All I could hear after that.
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I woke up screaming, the covers on my bed wet with sweat. I was scared out of my wits and when the door slammed open I flipped over the side and rolled under it, sobbing and curling into a tight ball.
"Milana? Are you alright?" Who was that? It sounded like that woman, Ororo. I immediately started to quite myself, still crying too hard to look up but forcing my gasps for air to be silent gasps. "Milana?" Go away, don't bother me now. Go away you, this isn't the time for a smile or nice face, this was the time to curl up in a dark space and cry about my mother, something I haven't done in many years. Turn off the light and go away.
"Vat's going on?" No, not him, not the man I can't place. Go away, go away, go away...
"It's Milana, my god she's talking!" Go away, go away, go away...
"Milana? Are you alright?" A small thud, like someone getting on the floor. A hand on my shoulder, I stopped sobbing and jerked away so hard and sudden I rolled backwards and out from under the bed. Not even pausing to think I bolted for somewhere, ended up in the bathroom, and slammed the door shut, locking it. I heard a gasp of pain, but I collapsed right then, and once again got lost in tears and memories.
(NPOV)
"Kurt, are you alright?" Ororo cried, rushing over. Kurt danced around for a moment, his hands clamped on his nose when a few drops of blood came out.
"I'm fine!" he said, even as his voice was muffled by his hands and he winced slightly. He had run straight into the door as Milana had slammed it shut. Ororo looked at the locked door of the bathroom and then at Kurt, as more blood started to drip out of his hands.
"You need to get down to the med-bay," she said. She was still in shock that the mute girl had spoken, though it seemed unintentional. Go away, go away. Her voice was so rasp and quiet, as if it belonged to someone on their deathbed. So she wasn't a complete mute like everyone had thought... At the mention of leaving the room Kurt shook his head.
"No!" How could he just go? Something was haunting her, and he was not going to leave because of a nosebleed. He grabbed a few tissues from the dresser and held them to his nose, which continued to bleed. There was something about this girl that he couldn't quite place, had he seen her somewhere? She looked so familiar...
"Kurt," Ororo began. Just then Logan and Scott showed up, looking incredibly sleepy and agitated.
"What's up?" Logan growled. "Why are you all her in the middle of the night? Wait, what happened to you, elf?" he said, noticing the blood pouring out of his friend's nose. Scott looked anxious and suddenly very alert.
"Was there an attack? Where is Milana?" he asked. Ororo pointed at the door.
"I came in here when I heard her screaming, she fled and slammed the door on Kurt. She spoke."
"What?!" Scott said. "What did she say?"
"Go avay," Kurt said, glad to see the bleeding lessen slightly. Logan growled.
"Hey bub, we have every right to be here, she woke us up to." He said. Ororo smiled slightly.
"No, that's what Milana said," she told the men.
"She told you we had every right to be here?" Scott asked, confused. Ororo laughed softly.
"No, she said go away."
"Oh," said the two mutants. Scott shook his head slightly, trying to wake his sleepy wits. Logan seemed to be trying to do the same thing, but his way was hitting himself couple times on the head as hard as he could.
"So Milana screamed, told you to go away, and then hit Kurt in the nose with the door?" he asked.
"Pretty much, but I still don't know why she screamed in the first place," Ororo said. Logan looked at the bed, noting the covers and sheets were tangled and damp with sweat, he knew what was wrong.
"Nightmares, the kid's havin nightmares," he said. He walked over to the bathroom door and pressed an ear against it, his keen hearing managing to get the faint sounds of sobbing coming from the room. He sighed. "Whatever's buggin her still has her upset," he said. Kurt walked forward and knocked softly.
"Milana?" he called. "Are you alright? Open the door, please!" But no answer or more sounds could be heard.
"Alright, I think it's time we open the door. Logan, can you do it without scarring the girl any more?" Scott asked. In response Logan extended one claws into the lock on the door, and the whole knob fell off in two halves. A startled gasp was heard and some scuffling noises, and Logan backed off to let Kurt through, who startled all of them by racing in as soon as the door started to swing open.
Milana was huddled in a corner, her eyes wide and bloodshot. She was still shaking and her face was wet with tears, which were still pouring out of her eyes, though now completely silent. She was pressed against the wall and had her knees drawn up tightly to her chin, and she winced visibly as Kurt rushed in, followed by Ororo and Scott.
"Milana?" Kurt asked. No answer, just a fearful stare and a shudder. The blue furred man stepped closer, kneeling down. "Are you alright?" he asked softly. Nothing, she wasn't even opening her mouth.
(Milana's POV)
That does it, no more talking. Ever.
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Well, too tired to continue. Please review, and I'll think about another chapter, lol.