Rain-I named her Brenna after one of my friends from high school.  I was web surfing looking for an Irish name for my civil war reenacting (long story) and I found the name.  It just was too prefect of a meaning so I changed the spelling.  I've never heard of anyone named it either.

Kris Disclaimer-Kris is purely fictional.  I say this cause my friend Kristin saw the name and started freaking that I was writing about her.  The dream is hard to explain but is a image I have had before it was edited a little bit and it is dark and not critical to the story but I think it gives some insight into her character

WARNING-Kris maybe younger but she is not a happy character, be warned this chapter is dark and kris has many skeletons that she hides

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Will I lose my dignity?

Will someone care?

Will I wake tomorrow,

from this nightmare?

Will I? Rent

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            Kris stood in the dark alley holding Edward.  She held him closer as she felt a knot form in her stomach and knew someone or something was behind her.  She wanted to run but she couldn't.  The person be hide her was more then just a figure, it was a force that she could feel ensnaring her with just its presence. 

She wanted nothing more to escape this place, and get away from this unknown thing, but she couldn't even seem to move to kick back or spin around and see this dark figure that was filling her whole being with terror.  Her stomach was continued to churn, she wrapped her arms around her middle, trying to comfort her self.  The force of the figure continued to grow and she felt her self falling to her knees the force was now crushing her.  She wrapped her arms tighter around her and pulled her knees to her chest.  She couldn't seem to get small enough and no matter how small she got she still felt the figure crushing her.  The pain was too much; she felt this crushing weight on her chest.  She couldn't breathe; this thing was killing her without ever laying a hand on her.

Kris snapped her head up with a gasp, the scene was gone.  She took several deep breaths trying to clam down.  She stood up, Shay is still sleeping.  He always could sleep through anything.  Kris continued taking deep breaths trying to calm her breathing.  Just a dream she kept thinking, although she hadn't felt herself fall asleep.  She must have been more tired then she thought.  Or maybe it was sitting down for so long next to Shay's bed. 

She popped up out of the chair, not wanting to fall asleep again and paced the small room trying to erase the scene from her head.  Her stomach was still doing flips and she wanted to curl up in the bed above Shay and go to sleep and escape the thoughts racing through her head.  But if she slept then she would go back to the dream.  Frustration filled her till she was unable to stay in the small room.  She left and started wandering the ship.

She wandered up and down the hallway.  The Urber was snoring in the quarters down the hallway.  Kris kept in a laugh; the great warrior gave away his position perfectly with his nostrils.  She walked away from the snores of the Urber and roar of the engines that filled the small ship.  The steady movement was barely noticeable but Kris still felt it under her feet.   She wondered what it was like to travel across the galaxies everyday in a ship.  Shay had done it for years, but she had stayed on the planet, trapped.  The stars always held freedom for her but her fears seemed to have followed her here.  She walked down a ramp and into the cockpit.  She gasped at the sight and the kicked herself for the noise she had made.  But her years of training and fighting for surreal fell as she thought about where she was.  She really was here, among the stars.  They where so close, she walked up to the view port and stared at them going by.  Timidly she put her hand to the window; she was here, among the stars, among her dreams.  A single tear fell down her cheek, she hadn't cried since she was on earth and this tear remained alone with none to follow it.  Kris had become too tough to cry.  Only weak girls cried and she was never weak, to be weak was to be helpless and Kris had made a vow as a child to never be helpless again.

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I can't control my density

I trust my soul,

My only goal is just to live.

No other road

No other way

No day but today

-Rent

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kris pics… drawn a while ago… I might work on them later