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Without You...

By

~Miriah~of~the~Wind~



Chapter 2: The Dream

In the midst of the city a young girl stretched out her arms. She gazed at the computer with satisfaction. She had just finished her poems called "Without You..." and "I Think of You". Although they were fairly short poems she had to look deep in her soul to create them. She logged on-line and turned from a complete nobody to the author of Things I'd Do For You, Things I'd Do For You II: Sun in San Francisco, and What Lies Beneath: a.k.a. MiriahoftheWind. She went to her document manager and uploaded "I Think of You" onto her account but as she was about to upload "Without You..." when she paused for a moment. There was something about that poem that she just couldn't shake out of her head. MiriahoftheWind shrugged and checked the clock. It was 10:00 p.m. she got ready for the night, went to bed, and fell asleep. In her dream she seemed to be in nothing but grey clothes. Grey Invader Zim-shirt, Grey trench coat, Grey everything. Miriah had learned that in dreams Grey symbolized confusion and loneliness.

"Well, we meet once again." Miriah turned around to see her great-grandmother.

"Ava?" Miriah asked and Va smiled and nodded. Ava was the Portugese word for Grandmother which is what her father and uncle called Ava before she died a few years before Miriah was born. Ava, being an angel of course, looked just like Miriah. Except with white wings and a rosary that held the water of Lourdes in the middle. She looked like this because Ava and Miriah had much in common so Miriah's dreams made them have a similar appearance.

"What's up?" Miriah asked.

"I have much to show you before this night is over." Ava started, "You were right to think that there was something more in the poem you just typed and I'm going to show you what it is." Ava lifted her hands and the cloudy scenery changed. Miriah looked around and sighed. Once again she was somewhere in the past where no-one could see her or hear her. What was really strange is that this was a hospital. Miriah looked out the window and notice some of the near-by buildings. This was San Jose. She notice that she, somehow, ended up in the waiting room. She looked at a newspaper one tan-skinned man was reading. To her shock the date was September 1, 1974. Miriah then directed her attention to the man reading it. He seemed incredibly nervous and there was something so familiar about him. Something Miriah just couldn't put her finger on.

"Whoa, Ava, look at this person! This guy looks like he's on death-row."

"Actually, his wife is having a baby. Their first in fact." Ava said stiffly.

"Yay!" Miriah quoted from G.I.R., "Heeeyyyyy, waitdaminit wait just a poly-pickin' minute! It's September 1, 1974 and this guy looks strangely familiar." suddenly an idea dawned on Miriah, "Oh. My. God. Ava! Is he? He can't be, but he could is he?" Ava nodded and Miriah added, "Sweet. Holy. Christ. It's Jhonen's father! Which means he's being born today! Yes! All ye angels in heaven rejoice for the truly wickedly funny and incredibly good-looking creator of Invader Zim and Happy Noodle Boy is born! Woohoo!" Miriah did a somersault in the middle of the room. A nurse came into the office and Miriah's instinct told her to put on the 'I wasn't doing anything' look but then she remember nobody could see her, feel her, or hear her.

"Mr. Vasquez?" the nurse looked at the man as though he was a nervous wreck. He stood up and followed her. Of course not wanting to miss anything Miriah followed along too muttering something about not brining her camera. The went over to the next room where a woman holding her baby.

"It's amazing how different so many lives would be if one just didn't exist." Ava sighed.

"Yeah, it is...hey...Ava, you aren't going to do what I think you're going to do are you?" Miriah asked nervously but Ava smiled.

"It will only be for a little while." She tried to calm Miriah but Miriah was in a state of shock.

"You can't KILL him! You...you just can't! I mean with everything that's happened and all the other fanfic authors. You just can't!" Miriah said frantically.

"Although I know it would up-set you. There are many more things I must show you first." Ava took a golden pin that held her hair up in a bun and pierced the child's throat. Within a few seconds Jhonen withered and died in his mother's arms.

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