Prologue to ' Do I know you? '
By Hanna Hill, baby-ollie
Oliver Wood looked at a strangely familiar sight. Where was he? He didn't have a clue. It was a gray world. He was surrounded by mist and there was a strange breeze on the air. He walked forward in a sort of slow motion. Onward, onward. Only to find more mist. Until suddenly, now sprinting, he came upon a girlish figure. As he approached , as if waiting for him, she turned swiftly around, her hair swiping her face as though she were submerged in water. She immediately began to try to communicate with him. She moved her mouth as though in a foreign film. But her words failed her. Oliver could read a few words from her lips though. He caught, "me", "you", "Oliver", and a forced "Go!". As he saw her slender lips form the word "Go!", her gaze turned to the surrounding mist and quickly back to Oliver. She stepped backwards , still looking at Oliver with a pleading face as though to preserve the sight of him, until she was nearly swallowed by the thick mist. She put her hand to her heart no longer in slow motion. Her image flickered and disappeared entirely. Oliver, in a dreamy state, looked around at the remaining surroundings. Was he alone? He thought he was. Until he squinted into the mist. A man's single silloghette emerged. It scared Oliver and ran backwards. Then other silloghettes loomed up on all sides of him. He couldn't make out any of their details. He was now surrounded by these strange men . 'What do you want from me??' he thought. He heard something, for the first time . . . 'Its . . . not . . . you . . . we . . . want . . . its . . . . .' Oliver looked down at himself. He too, like the girl, flickered and . . . awoke? He sat up in bed, breathing hard. He had broken out in a cold sweat. 'Good . . . it had only been a dream . . . '
- or had it?
(A/N-do not ask me what this means. I won't tell you. You'll find out . . . if the reviews are good. *wink* *nudge* *cough* . . . )
Oliver Wood looked at a strangely familiar sight. Where was he? He didn't have a clue. It was a gray world. He was surrounded by mist and there was a strange breeze on the air. He walked forward in a sort of slow motion. Onward, onward. Only to find more mist. Until suddenly, now sprinting, he came upon a girlish figure. As he approached , as if waiting for him, she turned swiftly around, her hair swiping her face as though she were submerged in water. She immediately began to try to communicate with him. She moved her mouth as though in a foreign film. But her words failed her. Oliver could read a few words from her lips though. He caught, "me", "you", "Oliver", and a forced "Go!". As he saw her slender lips form the word "Go!", her gaze turned to the surrounding mist and quickly back to Oliver. She stepped backwards , still looking at Oliver with a pleading face as though to preserve the sight of him, until she was nearly swallowed by the thick mist. She put her hand to her heart no longer in slow motion. Her image flickered and disappeared entirely. Oliver, in a dreamy state, looked around at the remaining surroundings. Was he alone? He thought he was. Until he squinted into the mist. A man's single silloghette emerged. It scared Oliver and ran backwards. Then other silloghettes loomed up on all sides of him. He couldn't make out any of their details. He was now surrounded by these strange men . 'What do you want from me??' he thought. He heard something, for the first time . . . 'Its . . . not . . . you . . . we . . . want . . . its . . . . .' Oliver looked down at himself. He too, like the girl, flickered and . . . awoke? He sat up in bed, breathing hard. He had broken out in a cold sweat. 'Good . . . it had only been a dream . . . '
- or had it?
(A/N-do not ask me what this means. I won't tell you. You'll find out . . . if the reviews are good. *wink* *nudge* *cough* . . . )