~*I still don't own
these characters (duh). And once more, so no one yells at me, I've kind of tweaked
around with the mutant massacre thing. Sarah already knows and yada yada. So ok, btw, sorry this is so short...
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"Sarah…get…out."
The face of yet another one of my beloved Morlocks fell
to the ground, shot by one of the intruders. I screamed in fear and anguish. I
looked around, hoping to find, at least, one of my family members still alive.
No one. Not a single person was still standing. I began to run as fast as my
small legs could carry me when I felt a pair of cold arms envelope me, "Let go
of me!" I shrieked, kicking, and hitting the stranger. It did no good. I was a
tender age of 4 or 5.
The man shushed me, and crooned to me in a sweet
French-tinted voice, "I's ok petite, Remy wont hurt 'chu."
I stopped squirming in the man's arms and instead buried
my head in his shoulder. I didn't know what else to do. I was scared; no, I was
terrified. All I could see was my family, my family that was no longer with me.
They were gone. Forever. Tears began to trickle down from the corners of my
eyes, slowly at first, and then more and more seeped into the man's heavy coat.
A huge intense cry of agony escaped my tiny lips.
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I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard my own
scream. My body was in a cold sweat and I could feel dried tears on my cheeks,
as well as taste them in my mouth. I rubbed my eyes just before Rogue and Remy
hurried into my room.
"Sarah?! Sarah! You alright petite? Wha' happen'd in
here?" Remy ran to the side of my bed.
I waved him away, "I'm fine. A dream, that's all."
"A dream? I dunno sug'ah, by the sound of yo'r screamin'
it sounded more like a nightmare. Ya wanna talk about it?" Rogue stood at the
foot of my bed.
I looked up when Scott and Jean came into my room, "What
happened?" Jean asked in a groggy voice.
"Did
someone break in?" Scott didn't sound worried in the least bit worried. His
voice was shallow and sleepy.
I ran my fingers through my hair and stood up,
"Everything's fine! I'm fine. It was a dream. Ok, so sorry to disturb your
precious beauty sleep. You know everything is ok, so leave now." I had the same
dream, no; Rogue was right, nightmare, all the time. Everyone was making such a
big fuckin deal about it. I've dealt with them all my life; I had no need for
everyone's pity now.
Scott nodded, and left hand in hand with Jean.
I rolled my eyes in the dark.
Rogue laid her hand on my shoulder, "You alright then?"
I nodded.
She smiled slightly and walked out of the room.
Remy took a seat on the bed next to me, "Now, you want to
tell Remy what dis dream o yours was all 'bout?"
I sighed, "Same thing as its always about."
He stared at me, wanting an answer.
I replied in a soft whisper, "The Mutant Massacre."
"Oh." It was all he said though I wish he'd said more.
But before I knew what was happening, all my feelings and
memories of that night came pouring out of my mouth, "It happened so long
ago…but that night, and all the gruesome details are imprinted into my mind. I
have that dream every night. And it's always the same thing. When you…" I
inhaled deeply, "When you saved me, and when I realized that they were all
dead." Tears began to build up in my eyes, blurring my vision.
His voice was soft, and comforting, "Dat's not some'ting
dat'll be easy ta fo'get Sarah. I haven't been able ta fo'get it, I cant
even 'magine what its like for you…" his voice trailed off into the darkness of
the room.
"You don't want to be able to imagine it. Sometimes I
just wish that I died with them. It would've made my life so much easier. I
wouldn't be stuck with this… excruciating pain." I wiped the tears from my eyes
before they could descend down my cheeks.
Remy shook his head and began to disagree, but before he
could get anything in, I interrupted him, " Listen, I'm tired. Maybe we could
get some sleep, and talk about this some other time?"
I could hear him heave a sigh, "Sure, if dats what 'chu
want."
I nodded, "Night."
He turned and stepped out of the room. I could feel his
eyes stare at me for a few moments before I heard him pull the door shut.
What did I just do? I had gotten the ball rolling on the
conversation I wanted to have for so long, but I was afraid. Of what? I don't
know. Of showing emotion? No, I don't think it was so much showing emotion. If
I would even try to talk about it, I would show more emotion that I'd
ever shown in my life, to a stranger. Stop, I told myself. Was Remy really a
stranger? Did I have to be afraid to talk to him? He was the only one that I
could possibly talk about this to.
My thoughts whirled around that predicament until I fell back into a deep sleep, still dreaming of the Massacre, only the dreams weren't as intense, though just as painful.
