Everyone was asleep at Liz's. They had spent the day trying to figure out
Michael's dreams. Eventually everyone had got tired and fell to sleep.
Michael, Maria, Kyle and Liz were crammed onto the bed, while Isabel and
Max were sprawled onto the floor. A shift of Michael in his sleep caused
him to make contact with Liz. Maria and Kyle were left out this connection,
and so no one felt or heard the soft hum begin of a lost connection that
old souls tried to make present.
It seemed to look like a futuristic bar. Tables set around a jutting out stage. Michael, or whoever he was, was walking towards a table. He sat down at a table with three other people. He gave a quick cuddle to a girl, and a pat on the shoulder to the other guy. The guy hardly acknowledged him, or of the girl sat next to him whining. Instead he stared at the stage where a girl was singing softly. She had chain around her ankles and kind of brand on her ankle. Michael immediately knew she was some sort of slave. He realised the waitresses were slaves as he looked around at the girls, all branded and chained. He looked at the girl who was still whining about always having to come here. He still couldn't figure out why she had been chosen for his bride. She had an irritably annoying personality, and laughed at his leader when he complained about her. Hold up, his leader? He looked at "his leader". He had unusual black eyes, which were rare. Very different from the standard purple. Shock set in as Michael realised this was a different life. Memories being replayed in his head. The leader was Max, the whiner Tess and the girl next to him, Isabel. In pain, he slowly turned around to see his leaders line of sight. It was the girl on the stage. She was small and delicate, and Michael saw the small side ways glances she cast at his leader. He suddenly felt everything this person felt- the confusion he felt that his leader, and best friend, loved this girl, this slave. The fact that he hadn't slept with anyone ever, not even his two month bride, because he said that he wanted to keep himself for someone special, which he knew meant the slave girl. As Michael sieved through the memories, he realised the similarities between the star-crossed lovers here, and those of the life he knew. The sympathy he felt as he realised his friend was being sincere. He turned around to stare at the singer, and she looked away as he watched her intently, trying to pinpoint if it was maybe a past life for Liz. And she continued to sing.
Max stared at the ceiling. How the hell was he supposed to sleep when she was just there...a couple of metres away...on a bed! Ok, ok. He could do this. Just close his eyes...where all sorts of fantasies can take place. His eyes shot open at once. He sighed and looked over at Isabel as she slept peacefully. He had noticed it when everyone was asleep. The room was peaceful and seemed to hum with friendship. Maybe things WERE getting back to normal. He thought he was starting to go out of his mind however as a soft glow spread around the room. He closed his eyes forcefully, then opened them. Still there. He got up, and confusement and panic set in as he walked towards Liz and Michael on the bed. Their fingers touched slightly, and their skin glowed a soft yellow. He nudged Isabel awake.
"What Max? I'm not in the-" She sat up and her mouth dropped open as she looked at the glow. Maria stirred in her sleep at the talking. Too much sleep last night she thought, which was lost as she saw the peaceful sleepers next to her. She was about to wake them to ask what's up when Max stopped her.
"Don't, it might be a connection or something."
"What if he's hurting her. Or she's hurting him?" Her voice started to get louder, and everyone started as a pillow was flung across the room.
"Will everyone shut up. I'm totally dying of tiredness and all I can hear is- whoa....ok, that ain't normal right?" Kyle sat up into a sitting position.
"No, that is most definitely not normal."
It seemed to look like a futuristic bar. Tables set around a jutting out stage. Michael, or whoever he was, was walking towards a table. He sat down at a table with three other people. He gave a quick cuddle to a girl, and a pat on the shoulder to the other guy. The guy hardly acknowledged him, or of the girl sat next to him whining. Instead he stared at the stage where a girl was singing softly. She had chain around her ankles and kind of brand on her ankle. Michael immediately knew she was some sort of slave. He realised the waitresses were slaves as he looked around at the girls, all branded and chained. He looked at the girl who was still whining about always having to come here. He still couldn't figure out why she had been chosen for his bride. She had an irritably annoying personality, and laughed at his leader when he complained about her. Hold up, his leader? He looked at "his leader". He had unusual black eyes, which were rare. Very different from the standard purple. Shock set in as Michael realised this was a different life. Memories being replayed in his head. The leader was Max, the whiner Tess and the girl next to him, Isabel. In pain, he slowly turned around to see his leaders line of sight. It was the girl on the stage. She was small and delicate, and Michael saw the small side ways glances she cast at his leader. He suddenly felt everything this person felt- the confusion he felt that his leader, and best friend, loved this girl, this slave. The fact that he hadn't slept with anyone ever, not even his two month bride, because he said that he wanted to keep himself for someone special, which he knew meant the slave girl. As Michael sieved through the memories, he realised the similarities between the star-crossed lovers here, and those of the life he knew. The sympathy he felt as he realised his friend was being sincere. He turned around to stare at the singer, and she looked away as he watched her intently, trying to pinpoint if it was maybe a past life for Liz. And she continued to sing.
Max stared at the ceiling. How the hell was he supposed to sleep when she was just there...a couple of metres away...on a bed! Ok, ok. He could do this. Just close his eyes...where all sorts of fantasies can take place. His eyes shot open at once. He sighed and looked over at Isabel as she slept peacefully. He had noticed it when everyone was asleep. The room was peaceful and seemed to hum with friendship. Maybe things WERE getting back to normal. He thought he was starting to go out of his mind however as a soft glow spread around the room. He closed his eyes forcefully, then opened them. Still there. He got up, and confusement and panic set in as he walked towards Liz and Michael on the bed. Their fingers touched slightly, and their skin glowed a soft yellow. He nudged Isabel awake.
"What Max? I'm not in the-" She sat up and her mouth dropped open as she looked at the glow. Maria stirred in her sleep at the talking. Too much sleep last night she thought, which was lost as she saw the peaceful sleepers next to her. She was about to wake them to ask what's up when Max stopped her.
"Don't, it might be a connection or something."
"What if he's hurting her. Or she's hurting him?" Her voice started to get louder, and everyone started as a pillow was flung across the room.
"Will everyone shut up. I'm totally dying of tiredness and all I can hear is- whoa....ok, that ain't normal right?" Kyle sat up into a sitting position.
"No, that is most definitely not normal."