Chapter 35 - Where Reality Ends....
It was silence. There was nothing but. The echoing of the bullet as it flew through the air and the ripples it made through the waves of time. Meredith felt every bang crack her chest and further damage her already broken body. She coughed up another mouthful of blood. The man in front her began to fade. Meredith closed her eyes finally, but her throat suddenly became full and she could barely breath. She coughed and spluttered, blood falling onto her shirt and smothering with the blood already pasting to her skin. She felt the pains in her chest grow and grow, the constant stinging in them as if her chest were ripping apart. The man began to walk away, leaving Meredith to die.
Meredith saw her life flash before her eyes, the growing pictures of her past playing in a movie form in front of her. She was oblivious to the world around, in fact she felt very peaceful in this void between life and death, hanging onto whatever strands of life she had left and pulling herself back to where she was needed.
She stood there in the void, still and perfect, in the clearing in the woods where she had ran when she was only seven. Her hair was clean and her body was dressed in a long white and blue dress, almost angel like. She turned, her back weighted down. She reached her fingers back and touched the soft and silky feathers. She was an angel. She had died, she had died and gone to heaven. How had that happened? She asked herself and looked around the clearing.
The trees seemed golden and the air seemed light. Meredith closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent of the cool breeze, her hair lifted lightly off her back. She looked at the ground. She was levitating slightly and the pools of water at her feet reflected her appreance. She was startled by how she looked, the rose buds in her hair, the winds on her back coming majestically upward and adorned with tiger lillies. The dress rippling in the breeze, the soft fabric trickling through the air.
That was when the sky became dark. The once beautiful golden, shining sky was covered in black clouds. Meredith glared at it. She felt anger dwell through her soul and take her higher off the ground, just below the looming canopy of the trees. She glared with her vivid blue eyes and the clouds started to break, but the whole sky would not yield to her simple tricks.
Meredith placed one hand on her either side of her body. She allowed the wind to collect around both of her palms. The marking by her eyes glowed oddly as she closed them, and the markings spread across her entire body. An odd and eerie glow errupted from her hands and two glowing crystals appeared floating above either palm. Their beauty twirling around in her palms and suddenly they exploded in the glow, the ebb of Meredith's magic so powerful they expand into long ribbons. The ribbons flew up her arms, twisting around her body and covering her in a golden light.
The clouds thundered and raged against Meredith. The forest disappeared, leaving Meredith floating in nothingness. The clouds departed, slowly fading into the golden sky.
Meredith slowly descended and the sky no longer held her in place. She landed on the ground, broken and beaten from the use of the light. She looked at her palms. The marks of the crystals had not disappeared. They remained. She looked at her clothes. They were still her regular clothes, without blood, without gun shot holes. She took a deep breath. SHe realised she could. She looked around.
"If I'm in Jason's house I'm going to kill someone." She said to herself, then looked around. She was in the clearing, in the forest. She looked where she was lying. The pools of water were still there. She looked at her reflection. Her hair was clean and she didn't see any other difference, except the marks on her hands. But then she saw a glowing by the corner of her eye and the mark appeared once more. She touched it, the tattoo a part of her now.
A whispering voice could be heard through the fog around her eyes.
Meredith looked around to where the voice was coming from.
"Stare into the pool Meredith, and I will show you where you came from."
Meredith looked around for a voice. She saw the mist roll in, a figure walking towards her. The misty figure floated over her, the clouds rolling off him and the clear icy eyes stared down at Meredith. She pressed herself against the ground. The clouds thrust themself into her, possessing her, taking her over. A cold chill ran up and down her spine. Her breathing became rapid, then suddenly, she fell into the void of her mind, and she was lost.
And the dream started...
It was silence. There was nothing but. The echoing of the bullet as it flew through the air and the ripples it made through the waves of time. Meredith felt every bang crack her chest and further damage her already broken body. She coughed up another mouthful of blood. The man in front her began to fade. Meredith closed her eyes finally, but her throat suddenly became full and she could barely breath. She coughed and spluttered, blood falling onto her shirt and smothering with the blood already pasting to her skin. She felt the pains in her chest grow and grow, the constant stinging in them as if her chest were ripping apart. The man began to walk away, leaving Meredith to die.
Meredith saw her life flash before her eyes, the growing pictures of her past playing in a movie form in front of her. She was oblivious to the world around, in fact she felt very peaceful in this void between life and death, hanging onto whatever strands of life she had left and pulling herself back to where she was needed.
She stood there in the void, still and perfect, in the clearing in the woods where she had ran when she was only seven. Her hair was clean and her body was dressed in a long white and blue dress, almost angel like. She turned, her back weighted down. She reached her fingers back and touched the soft and silky feathers. She was an angel. She had died, she had died and gone to heaven. How had that happened? She asked herself and looked around the clearing.
The trees seemed golden and the air seemed light. Meredith closed her eyes and breathed in the fresh scent of the cool breeze, her hair lifted lightly off her back. She looked at the ground. She was levitating slightly and the pools of water at her feet reflected her appreance. She was startled by how she looked, the rose buds in her hair, the winds on her back coming majestically upward and adorned with tiger lillies. The dress rippling in the breeze, the soft fabric trickling through the air.
That was when the sky became dark. The once beautiful golden, shining sky was covered in black clouds. Meredith glared at it. She felt anger dwell through her soul and take her higher off the ground, just below the looming canopy of the trees. She glared with her vivid blue eyes and the clouds started to break, but the whole sky would not yield to her simple tricks.
Meredith placed one hand on her either side of her body. She allowed the wind to collect around both of her palms. The marking by her eyes glowed oddly as she closed them, and the markings spread across her entire body. An odd and eerie glow errupted from her hands and two glowing crystals appeared floating above either palm. Their beauty twirling around in her palms and suddenly they exploded in the glow, the ebb of Meredith's magic so powerful they expand into long ribbons. The ribbons flew up her arms, twisting around her body and covering her in a golden light.
The clouds thundered and raged against Meredith. The forest disappeared, leaving Meredith floating in nothingness. The clouds departed, slowly fading into the golden sky.
Meredith slowly descended and the sky no longer held her in place. She landed on the ground, broken and beaten from the use of the light. She looked at her palms. The marks of the crystals had not disappeared. They remained. She looked at her clothes. They were still her regular clothes, without blood, without gun shot holes. She took a deep breath. SHe realised she could. She looked around.
"If I'm in Jason's house I'm going to kill someone." She said to herself, then looked around. She was in the clearing, in the forest. She looked where she was lying. The pools of water were still there. She looked at her reflection. Her hair was clean and she didn't see any other difference, except the marks on her hands. But then she saw a glowing by the corner of her eye and the mark appeared once more. She touched it, the tattoo a part of her now.
A whispering voice could be heard through the fog around her eyes.
Meredith looked around to where the voice was coming from.
"Stare into the pool Meredith, and I will show you where you came from."
Meredith looked around for a voice. She saw the mist roll in, a figure walking towards her. The misty figure floated over her, the clouds rolling off him and the clear icy eyes stared down at Meredith. She pressed herself against the ground. The clouds thrust themself into her, possessing her, taking her over. A cold chill ran up and down her spine. Her breathing became rapid, then suddenly, she fell into the void of her mind, and she was lost.
And the dream started...