Every Rose Has A Thorn:
Nightmares Reveal Futures
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Author's Note: Hi everybody! I got two reviews yesterday and I was so grateful I got them!!!
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Thank-you to: Larissa K Whitley, You are my first reviewer and it made my day when I heard you loved my story!!!
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Thank-you to: BroncoBabe007, I was thrilled when another review came in, and even more thrilled when you said my story was great stuff!!!
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You both are reasons why I wrote this chapter. Thank-you. This chapter was supposed to be in Italics. Sorry. I told you I was a rookie. If you want Italics, use your imagination. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!!! And please review!!!
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Disclaimer: I STILL don't own M*A*S*H. *Sob* .
Chapter 2: Silence In Death, Stillness In Dying
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*Dream Sequence* ***
I've had that nightmare before. Silence drapes over the 4077th, and then the patients pull out guns.
A booming voice pumps into my ears that tells me my friends will die and I will be killed slowly in front of their dead bodies. Suddenly the lights go out, and I am engulfed into blackness.
A dim candle burns before my friends from the 4077th. BJ, Margaret, Potter, Charles, Klinger, Radar, Father Mulcahy. All I can hear is low, nearby whispers. Then I feel a cold, hard gun barrel pressed against my right temple. The candle flame slowly flickers and fades.
The rest is in slow motion.
I see a bullet being fired out of a faceless patient's gun towards my friends. It goes extremely slow. I reach out my hand in front of it to block it from my friends. To my horror, the bullet phases right through my hand. Blood trickles out of my woundless palm.
The gun barrel is shoved harder into my head. But that doesn't stop me. I try to run, try to alert my friends of the danger that lies ahead.
But I don't move.
My friends from the 4077th are standing still, emotionless expressions plastered onto their faces, awaiting the bullet. My screams of anguish are drowned out by the deafening silence. The bullet is gaining speed, while I struggle to run and throw myself in front of my friends, and make the ultimate sacrifice.
But my feet seem rooted to the ground against my will. Suddenly, the bullet is frozen in mid-air. From the tip of it, I can see hot sparks shooting out. Flames licked at the bullet and the surrounding air. The fire turns blue, and the oxygen wavers wildly. The fear and dread bottled up inside me since forever had been released.
And real.
I was almost blinded by the sapphire explosion. The bullet had erupted into a cerulean ball of fire. The blast was soundless. I could only hear the imaginary cries of my very best friends. It tore at my heart.
Smoke filled my lungs and I couldn't breathe. I coughed and choked, as silver tears gushed down my face. I could feel a tugging at my leg.
BJ was pulling hard at my ankles, crying as blood flowed from his chest. I heard through the silence him faintly sobbing,
'Help me Hawk...my best friend... save me...'
He made a strangled noise, and his brown eyes were clouded with white. He slumped to the ground, mouth hung open and white eyes wide and staring into mine. I tried to touch him, hold him and cry.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move or speak.
Beside BJ's body, Margaret lay.
She had a gaping hole in her head, where the explosion had obviously gotten to. Dried blood covered half of her face, the other half blotchy and wet with tears. She let out a low moan, close to death. A whisper escaped her lips although they were not moving.
'I love you Hawkeye...save me...'
Her green-sapphire eyes shot open, no longer green-sapphire. They were white and wide and staring into mine. My words died in my throat, even though I knew they would never be heard. Perhaps she could hear me with her heart. And mine.
'I love you, too, Margaret.'
Potter, Radar, Charles, Klinger and Father Mulcahy lay sprawled around me, all dead and plagued with white eyes. They were all staring into my own eyes. As if expecting me to be the hero and save them even though there was no way to.
Finally, I was released from my invisible bindings. I fell to the ground, sobbing for hours in each of my friend's arms. I embraced them and almost died of broken heart. They were gone... all gone...
My bleary eyes catch a glimpse of a cold, silver glint of steel coming straight towards me. The gun barrel struck my head. I collapsed to the ground, tasting my blood in my mouth.
'You're friends are gone... no one is here to love you... not since Dominique and Jocelyn...'
I heard a sickly-sweet voice sing this horrible news almost joyfully.
How does this person know about Dominique and Jocelyn?
I swung my pounding head around, searching for the body of the voice. Then I saw it. A slim figure against the moonlight. I blinked and it was gone. Suddenly I felt a hand grasp my throat. They were squeezing and their sharp fingernails sunk into my neck.
'You will die, and join your friends in Hell.'
The voice was near me, I could feel hot breath on my face. A candle burned brightly in front of me, revealing the hooded figure I saw in the moonlight. A hand with long and thin fingers reached up and pulled the hood back. I gasped.
'D-Dominique?!'
Dominique smiled an evil smirk. She was a very beautiful woman, with long, shiny black hair, pale skin and cinnamon brown eyes that were cold and hateful.
She lifted her hand that clutched a long, silver, jagged dagger. She laughed cruelly, echoing off the walls and into my shocked ears. She motioned to one of the cots with her free hand. A short, thin figure rose off the cot, walking slowly towards Dominique.
'Yes, Mother?'
Mother?! I couldn't believe my ears. That voice... that sweet, innocent little voice... I knew it too well.
'Jocelyn? Is that you?'
She spun on her heel and faced me. Yes, it was her. A cute little girl, no older than six, long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her eyes... did not recognize me.
'Jocelyn, this is your father. Remember his face. He shall not be around much longer for you to see.' Dominique laughed shrilly again. Jocelyn studied my face. After several long minutes, she shifted her eyes away.
'Okay. Goodbye Father.'
Goodbye?! No! Why would they kill me? I never harmed them, betrayed them, all I did was love them. How could they do this?!
Dominique stroked the sharp blade against my chest, grinning the whole time. I saw Jocelyn's face break into a smirk. No...
Dominique pointed the blade into my chest. Her cinnamon eyes were now a dark chocolate, swirling in wickedness.
The blade was pushed deeper into my skin as I cried out in pain. Deeper and deeper it went... deeper and deeper and deeper... until...
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Author's Note: Do you like it? Remember guys, it's a DREAM SEQUENCE. That was Hawkeye's nightmare. Hawk's NOT going to die. It's a D.R.E.A.M!!! I would never, ever EVER kill Hawkeye!!! Never!!!!!!! But seriously, do you think it was scary? Hehehehe... I know I got nightmares... just kidding. If you liked it, review. If you didn't like it, review.
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Author's Note: Hi everybody! I got two reviews yesterday and I was so grateful I got them!!!
***
Thank-you to: Larissa K Whitley, You are my first reviewer and it made my day when I heard you loved my story!!!
***
Thank-you to: BroncoBabe007, I was thrilled when another review came in, and even more thrilled when you said my story was great stuff!!!
***
You both are reasons why I wrote this chapter. Thank-you. This chapter was supposed to be in Italics. Sorry. I told you I was a rookie. If you want Italics, use your imagination. Hope you all enjoy this chapter!!! And please review!!!
***
Disclaimer: I STILL don't own M*A*S*H. *Sob* .
Chapter 2: Silence In Death, Stillness In Dying
*********************
*Dream Sequence* ***
I've had that nightmare before. Silence drapes over the 4077th, and then the patients pull out guns.
A booming voice pumps into my ears that tells me my friends will die and I will be killed slowly in front of their dead bodies. Suddenly the lights go out, and I am engulfed into blackness.
A dim candle burns before my friends from the 4077th. BJ, Margaret, Potter, Charles, Klinger, Radar, Father Mulcahy. All I can hear is low, nearby whispers. Then I feel a cold, hard gun barrel pressed against my right temple. The candle flame slowly flickers and fades.
The rest is in slow motion.
I see a bullet being fired out of a faceless patient's gun towards my friends. It goes extremely slow. I reach out my hand in front of it to block it from my friends. To my horror, the bullet phases right through my hand. Blood trickles out of my woundless palm.
The gun barrel is shoved harder into my head. But that doesn't stop me. I try to run, try to alert my friends of the danger that lies ahead.
But I don't move.
My friends from the 4077th are standing still, emotionless expressions plastered onto their faces, awaiting the bullet. My screams of anguish are drowned out by the deafening silence. The bullet is gaining speed, while I struggle to run and throw myself in front of my friends, and make the ultimate sacrifice.
But my feet seem rooted to the ground against my will. Suddenly, the bullet is frozen in mid-air. From the tip of it, I can see hot sparks shooting out. Flames licked at the bullet and the surrounding air. The fire turns blue, and the oxygen wavers wildly. The fear and dread bottled up inside me since forever had been released.
And real.
I was almost blinded by the sapphire explosion. The bullet had erupted into a cerulean ball of fire. The blast was soundless. I could only hear the imaginary cries of my very best friends. It tore at my heart.
Smoke filled my lungs and I couldn't breathe. I coughed and choked, as silver tears gushed down my face. I could feel a tugging at my leg.
BJ was pulling hard at my ankles, crying as blood flowed from his chest. I heard through the silence him faintly sobbing,
'Help me Hawk...my best friend... save me...'
He made a strangled noise, and his brown eyes were clouded with white. He slumped to the ground, mouth hung open and white eyes wide and staring into mine. I tried to touch him, hold him and cry.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move or speak.
Beside BJ's body, Margaret lay.
She had a gaping hole in her head, where the explosion had obviously gotten to. Dried blood covered half of her face, the other half blotchy and wet with tears. She let out a low moan, close to death. A whisper escaped her lips although they were not moving.
'I love you Hawkeye...save me...'
Her green-sapphire eyes shot open, no longer green-sapphire. They were white and wide and staring into mine. My words died in my throat, even though I knew they would never be heard. Perhaps she could hear me with her heart. And mine.
'I love you, too, Margaret.'
Potter, Radar, Charles, Klinger and Father Mulcahy lay sprawled around me, all dead and plagued with white eyes. They were all staring into my own eyes. As if expecting me to be the hero and save them even though there was no way to.
Finally, I was released from my invisible bindings. I fell to the ground, sobbing for hours in each of my friend's arms. I embraced them and almost died of broken heart. They were gone... all gone...
My bleary eyes catch a glimpse of a cold, silver glint of steel coming straight towards me. The gun barrel struck my head. I collapsed to the ground, tasting my blood in my mouth.
'You're friends are gone... no one is here to love you... not since Dominique and Jocelyn...'
I heard a sickly-sweet voice sing this horrible news almost joyfully.
How does this person know about Dominique and Jocelyn?
I swung my pounding head around, searching for the body of the voice. Then I saw it. A slim figure against the moonlight. I blinked and it was gone. Suddenly I felt a hand grasp my throat. They were squeezing and their sharp fingernails sunk into my neck.
'You will die, and join your friends in Hell.'
The voice was near me, I could feel hot breath on my face. A candle burned brightly in front of me, revealing the hooded figure I saw in the moonlight. A hand with long and thin fingers reached up and pulled the hood back. I gasped.
'D-Dominique?!'
Dominique smiled an evil smirk. She was a very beautiful woman, with long, shiny black hair, pale skin and cinnamon brown eyes that were cold and hateful.
She lifted her hand that clutched a long, silver, jagged dagger. She laughed cruelly, echoing off the walls and into my shocked ears. She motioned to one of the cots with her free hand. A short, thin figure rose off the cot, walking slowly towards Dominique.
'Yes, Mother?'
Mother?! I couldn't believe my ears. That voice... that sweet, innocent little voice... I knew it too well.
'Jocelyn? Is that you?'
She spun on her heel and faced me. Yes, it was her. A cute little girl, no older than six, long blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her eyes... did not recognize me.
'Jocelyn, this is your father. Remember his face. He shall not be around much longer for you to see.' Dominique laughed shrilly again. Jocelyn studied my face. After several long minutes, she shifted her eyes away.
'Okay. Goodbye Father.'
Goodbye?! No! Why would they kill me? I never harmed them, betrayed them, all I did was love them. How could they do this?!
Dominique stroked the sharp blade against my chest, grinning the whole time. I saw Jocelyn's face break into a smirk. No...
Dominique pointed the blade into my chest. Her cinnamon eyes were now a dark chocolate, swirling in wickedness.
The blade was pushed deeper into my skin as I cried out in pain. Deeper and deeper it went... deeper and deeper and deeper... until...
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Author's Note: Do you like it? Remember guys, it's a DREAM SEQUENCE. That was Hawkeye's nightmare. Hawk's NOT going to die. It's a D.R.E.A.M!!! I would never, ever EVER kill Hawkeye!!! Never!!!!!!! But seriously, do you think it was scary? Hehehehe... I know I got nightmares... just kidding. If you liked it, review. If you didn't like it, review.
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