Chapter 10- Forsaken Angels
The sun was setting in the west, where the blue of the sky met the blue of the sea and stained the world red. Waves gently lapped at the shore where two young people lay, sleeping. The sand around them was red, a red not generated by the setting sun, but the red of spilt blood. After a while, one of the two sat up and wiped at his eyes. His hair was blond and his eyes reflected the color of the ocean. He looked down at the young girl lying beside him.
"Now what on earth are we supposed to do?" he asked himself miserably. "We are stuck in dreaming with.with no way out." He jumped as he heard the voice from the girl next to him.
"What.what happened?" she asked him, confused.
"I'm not sure."
She looked down at herself, gingerly touching the place where the bullet had entered her body. "Quatre, what did you do? I was dying, I knew it. I could feel my connections to the world disintegrating, I could feel my life slipping away.there was no possible way you or anyone could have saved me. The only one with the power to bring me back is God." Quatre looked at her with a hurt expression and she laughed. "No, Quatre, I'm sorry. You are a lot of things, but you aren't God." He kept staring, then slowly broke into a huge grin and laughed as well. Then, abruptly, he stopped.
"I.I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was that I couldn't let you die. I just.my hands, they started to glow, and there was this weird white light coming from them, almost.ethereal. Then I put them on the wound and it was like there was all this power going from me into you, into the wound. I could feel your heart beat.I could see your heart beating, I could see everything and the light was just moving through you and healing you. Then I collapsed and I felt like all this power had just been drained from me, like I had been sapped of all energy." He looked at her. "This isn't making any sense, is it?"
Leah gave him a sort of half smile and shook her head. "No, Quatre, not.not really."
He shrugged and looked away. "Maybe the divine power of God came down and chose me as a vessel for His healing powers. Maybe it was Him and He chose to heal you." Almost to himself he added, "Because He wouldn't forsake one of His angels."
"What was that?"
"N-nothing. Don't mind me, I'm just muttering aimless nonsense."
"You said something about angels. I distinctly heard the word angels in that sentence."
"You couldn't have, I said no such thing."
"Right." She grinned a knowing smile and turned away, rising to her feet. "We need to figure out a way to get out of this place." Quatre stood up as well and took her hand. She looked at him in surprise. "Quatre?"
"Yeah?"
"I just realized.you never answered me that night."
"Which night?"
She looked him straight in the eye. "The night you came into my room after I had had that dream. I said that in my dream you had said you loved me, then I asked you if you really did. You never answered me."
"You must be confused, Leah, I don't remember you ever saying that."
"No, no, I did, I'm sure of it. And you never replied. You just changed the subject and left."
"I don't remember that conversation." He looked away.
"Well then, I'll just ask you now. In my dream, you said you loved me. Do you?" Quatre looked at her.
"Regardless of what I say here, it will still be me saying it in a dream. Once we escape.then I'll tell you." She looked at him confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You're asking me about something I said in a dream you once had! But look around you, Leah! We're still in a dream. So no matter what I say here, it won't matter, because it's still one of your dreams and it still will have no meaning in the real world!" Leah looked at him in astonishment.
"I'm sorry Quatre. I didn't realize you felt that way." She looked off at the horizon. "But let's face it. Our dreams are now not separated from our reality. There is a very good chance we will be stuck in this place for the rest of our lives, or even killed. You saw what that bullet did to my body back in reality. This is our reality now, Quatre. So if you have anything you want to say to me in the real world, say it now, because we're not likely getting back to where everyone else is." She looked back at him. "It's time to face up to our situation, Quatre. Time to act like grown- ups." She began to walk away, but was quickly jerked back and spun around by Quatre grabbing her hand as she left.
"Time to act like grown-ups?" he asked. "In that case."
The sun was setting in the west, where the blue of the sky met the blue of the sea and stained the world red. Waves gently lapped at the shore where two young people lay, sleeping. The sand around them was red, a red not generated by the setting sun, but the red of spilt blood. After a while, one of the two sat up and wiped at his eyes. His hair was blond and his eyes reflected the color of the ocean. He looked down at the young girl lying beside him.
"Now what on earth are we supposed to do?" he asked himself miserably. "We are stuck in dreaming with.with no way out." He jumped as he heard the voice from the girl next to him.
"What.what happened?" she asked him, confused.
"I'm not sure."
She looked down at herself, gingerly touching the place where the bullet had entered her body. "Quatre, what did you do? I was dying, I knew it. I could feel my connections to the world disintegrating, I could feel my life slipping away.there was no possible way you or anyone could have saved me. The only one with the power to bring me back is God." Quatre looked at her with a hurt expression and she laughed. "No, Quatre, I'm sorry. You are a lot of things, but you aren't God." He kept staring, then slowly broke into a huge grin and laughed as well. Then, abruptly, he stopped.
"I.I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was that I couldn't let you die. I just.my hands, they started to glow, and there was this weird white light coming from them, almost.ethereal. Then I put them on the wound and it was like there was all this power going from me into you, into the wound. I could feel your heart beat.I could see your heart beating, I could see everything and the light was just moving through you and healing you. Then I collapsed and I felt like all this power had just been drained from me, like I had been sapped of all energy." He looked at her. "This isn't making any sense, is it?"
Leah gave him a sort of half smile and shook her head. "No, Quatre, not.not really."
He shrugged and looked away. "Maybe the divine power of God came down and chose me as a vessel for His healing powers. Maybe it was Him and He chose to heal you." Almost to himself he added, "Because He wouldn't forsake one of His angels."
"What was that?"
"N-nothing. Don't mind me, I'm just muttering aimless nonsense."
"You said something about angels. I distinctly heard the word angels in that sentence."
"You couldn't have, I said no such thing."
"Right." She grinned a knowing smile and turned away, rising to her feet. "We need to figure out a way to get out of this place." Quatre stood up as well and took her hand. She looked at him in surprise. "Quatre?"
"Yeah?"
"I just realized.you never answered me that night."
"Which night?"
She looked him straight in the eye. "The night you came into my room after I had had that dream. I said that in my dream you had said you loved me, then I asked you if you really did. You never answered me."
"You must be confused, Leah, I don't remember you ever saying that."
"No, no, I did, I'm sure of it. And you never replied. You just changed the subject and left."
"I don't remember that conversation." He looked away.
"Well then, I'll just ask you now. In my dream, you said you loved me. Do you?" Quatre looked at her.
"Regardless of what I say here, it will still be me saying it in a dream. Once we escape.then I'll tell you." She looked at him confused.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"You're asking me about something I said in a dream you once had! But look around you, Leah! We're still in a dream. So no matter what I say here, it won't matter, because it's still one of your dreams and it still will have no meaning in the real world!" Leah looked at him in astonishment.
"I'm sorry Quatre. I didn't realize you felt that way." She looked off at the horizon. "But let's face it. Our dreams are now not separated from our reality. There is a very good chance we will be stuck in this place for the rest of our lives, or even killed. You saw what that bullet did to my body back in reality. This is our reality now, Quatre. So if you have anything you want to say to me in the real world, say it now, because we're not likely getting back to where everyone else is." She looked back at him. "It's time to face up to our situation, Quatre. Time to act like grown- ups." She began to walk away, but was quickly jerked back and spun around by Quatre grabbing her hand as she left.
"Time to act like grown-ups?" he asked. "In that case."