1 Chapter 18
Images flitted over the monitors. Pictures of Harmony Life. Harmony Misery.
He laughed evilly. There was just something about playing God with so many peoples' lives.
Rebecca's blank visage brought a smile to his lips.
Proof that no one messed with Alistair Crane and "lived" to tell about it. He wondered sometimes why he didn't just end it all.
The power. The power of one spoken word.
Nurse Lilly shined a light in Rebecca's eyes.
No response.
But when she turned her back.
"Rebecca.tsk, tsk. You're only making it worse for yourself."
Nurse Lilly swiped the handkerchief over her stern brow.
This time Rebecca didn't fight as the needle plunged into her arm.
He sighed. And his cold blue eyes turned to another monitor.
Didn't they know? They couldn't escape. No matter how hard they run.
His dear, sweet, pathetic daughter was in the throes of another nightmare.
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"Andrew.Andrew."
The tiny child with the golden hair sprinted down the hall. All mischievous giggles.
She laughed. "Andrew! Come back!"
Andrew disappeared around the corner.
"Andrew.Sweetie.where are you?" she called.
Her voice echoed in the long, dark passageway.
"Mama," he whimpered. "Mama."
"I'm coming, Baby. Mama's coming."
The knob twisted easily, and the door gave way.
Starlight illuminated the room. She picked up his teddy bear and hugged it to her. "Andrew," she cried softly. "Where are you, Baby?"
The teddy bear turned to dust in her hands.
"NO! NO!"
She was in the church.
Her baby's eyes were closed.
The warmth of Luis's hand offered no comfort.
Danielle's sobs ripped her heart out.
Father Lonagin murmured prayers for Andrew's soul.
"Wait!" she cried desperately. "He can't sleep without his bear."
Luis took a ragged breath behind her. And fell apart.
Dead blue eyes watched as her husband clutched his mother desperately.
Arms that wanted to hold him didn't. A voice that wanted to soothe didn't.
It was all her fault. What comfort could she give?
Cold little hands tugged at her arm.
Danielle's blue eyes were perhaps the saddest of all.
A child shouldn't bear such sorrow.
"Mommy," she whispered. "Mommy, it's raining. He'll be cold."
Her knees hit the floor.
And the tears began all over again.
Images flitted over the monitors. Pictures of Harmony Life. Harmony Misery.
He laughed evilly. There was just something about playing God with so many peoples' lives.
Rebecca's blank visage brought a smile to his lips.
Proof that no one messed with Alistair Crane and "lived" to tell about it. He wondered sometimes why he didn't just end it all.
The power. The power of one spoken word.
Nurse Lilly shined a light in Rebecca's eyes.
No response.
But when she turned her back.
"Rebecca.tsk, tsk. You're only making it worse for yourself."
Nurse Lilly swiped the handkerchief over her stern brow.
This time Rebecca didn't fight as the needle plunged into her arm.
He sighed. And his cold blue eyes turned to another monitor.
Didn't they know? They couldn't escape. No matter how hard they run.
His dear, sweet, pathetic daughter was in the throes of another nightmare.
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"Andrew.Andrew."
The tiny child with the golden hair sprinted down the hall. All mischievous giggles.
She laughed. "Andrew! Come back!"
Andrew disappeared around the corner.
"Andrew.Sweetie.where are you?" she called.
Her voice echoed in the long, dark passageway.
"Mama," he whimpered. "Mama."
"I'm coming, Baby. Mama's coming."
The knob twisted easily, and the door gave way.
Starlight illuminated the room. She picked up his teddy bear and hugged it to her. "Andrew," she cried softly. "Where are you, Baby?"
The teddy bear turned to dust in her hands.
"NO! NO!"
She was in the church.
Her baby's eyes were closed.
The warmth of Luis's hand offered no comfort.
Danielle's sobs ripped her heart out.
Father Lonagin murmured prayers for Andrew's soul.
"Wait!" she cried desperately. "He can't sleep without his bear."
Luis took a ragged breath behind her. And fell apart.
Dead blue eyes watched as her husband clutched his mother desperately.
Arms that wanted to hold him didn't. A voice that wanted to soothe didn't.
It was all her fault. What comfort could she give?
Cold little hands tugged at her arm.
Danielle's blue eyes were perhaps the saddest of all.
A child shouldn't bear such sorrow.
"Mommy," she whispered. "Mommy, it's raining. He'll be cold."
Her knees hit the floor.
And the tears began all over again.