Nightmares

Chapter 6: The Sixth Sense



She glanced at the pictures and shivered. Sure, she loved scary movies, but this was just so mentally freaky. Trunks would say psychologically, but that word was annoying. She frowned as Marron snuggled up to Trunks, who kissed her. She watched as her uncle glared at Trunks, then thought better of it, and ignored the two.

Bra looked no happier than she or Goten, and she felt bad for everyone. Why did they all have such screwed up lives? She sure didn't like it being her problem. It was sheer torture watching Marron and Trunks make out, and being able to do nothing about it. Marron, what was so special about her anyway?

Well, she shouldn't vent about it now. It was petty, she knew that. She tied up her dark hair in a grey silk bandanna and smiled at herself in her pocket mirror. She took out a brush and attended to her disarrayed bangs. She put on her headphones and began to listen to her favorite song, Torn, by Natalie Imbruglia.

She closed her eyes, then heard a gunshot and a shriek. She gasped. "Oh. My. God." A kid stood there... with half his head blown off! Trunks laughed at Marron, who stood up shrieking, clutching her head in what looked like agony?!

Trunks stopped laughing. "Marron, are you okay?"

"I-I don't k-know, Trunks." Marron took her hands off her head, and they were stained crimson, as blood poured from a hole in her head. "Oh, God. Marron, I'm going to get Mom." Trunks phased over to Bulma's lab.

Bra stood there in shock. "Marron! OMG!" Goten stood there, used to gore, but he was suddenly grossed out. "Marron, we're gonna help you, don't worry!" "I-I'm not s-sure how much l-longer I c-can hold o-out. T-tell Trunks I l-love him."

Pan grabbed Marron's hand. "You're going to be okay Marron. You have to be. You have to." She looked at the tears in the blonde's eyes. She was telling the truth. "You have to survive. You have to. This is just a h-hologram o-or something..." She finished lamely.

Goten's eyes narrowed fiercely. "Marron, you're NOT going to die. We won't let you. You're giving up way too soon." Marron glanced at him, her eyes tear-filled. "You know, I'm not going to survive, Goten. You know, don't you? I never told you, but..."

Just then Trunks, Bulma, and Vejita burst in through the door. "Marron, oh my!" Bulma looked at Marron's bleeding head. "Hold on, honey. You're going to be fine."

"I have to tell you something." Marron sunk down onto the couch, no longer able to stay up. "I-I feel the pain of-of the d-dead." Trunks looked shocked. "No, Marron! You're going to be okay! The dead may have died, but you won't!"

"Yes, I will, Trunks. There's no way I can be saved. Someone once died here. I-" Trunks broke her off. "It doesn't matter! Marron, you're going to freaking DIE on us and you won't let us-let us save you..."

Marron kissed him softly. "I have to die. And there's no way you can save me. If you save me, many more people are going to suffer for it. You don't know what's after us."

Trunks snorted in derision. "Like I care about other people. Marron, you HAVE to live."



*owari*



Bet you never saw that coming, ne? Such a shock! No, I am NOT merely ripping of The Sixth Sense. Marron doesn't see the dead, she feels their pain. MAJOR difference.



Oh, and the Mothman is real. I'm reading up on it currently. If you know anything important that could help me, R&R! Yes, this fic is going to start to get even more depressing. A LOT more depressing. And I mean that.



Oh, and don't you love Torn by Natalie Imbruglia?



Don't kill me for next chapter, okay? I completely changed my own plans with this fic, so if you know about my planning for this fic, be prepared to be surprised. VERY surprised.



E-mail me at nightmarechan@hotmail.com!



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Next Chapter: Bulma rushes Marron to her laboratory, but is it too late? Meanwhile, Bra comes face to face with Marron's "stalker".