Behold! The Nightmare presents…
Title: Bring Me to Life
Author: Lain Monroe
Rating: PG-13.
Summery: Two leaders (Micah & Bridgi) wake up to find that they are both alive and, somehow, chosen to lead together… Will they succeed this time? Or will they meet the same bloody end? Or even worse; will it be at the hands of one another?
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Micah, Children of the Corn, He Who Walks Behind the Rows, or any of that stuff… I do own Bridgette, Gideon, Aaron, Sean, and Justin. Shindo is owned by Shindo.
"And I...
Give you just a little time
I... Wonder if you realize
I... I've been waiting till I see it in your eyes..."
-Breathe by Michelle Branch.
The sun hung bright golden yellow in the sky.
Bridgette, sometimes, wished she had lighter colored hair… so that that the golden radiance of the sun could make her sparkle… but when she really though about it; she loved her midnight black hair and wouldn't, really, have it any other way.
A few days had gone by since, what was now referred to as, the Chosen Night. A cool breeze blew in from the East/North East. Bridgette sat outside on the porch steps of a large, deep purple house.
... With Charlotte, of course.
Charlotte, the kit, don't you remember? She mewed, weakly... the kit was very small and easy to catch cold... so Bridgette held it, rapped up in her arms. Charlotte nestled her claws in the fabric of Bridgette's over sized sleeves.
Bridgette already loved Charlotte... he was so officially hers... she had showed it to Micah the night before, when she returned after meeting the kit... one arm devoted to holding it; the other hand had slipped and the door had flown against it's frame... making a rather loud noise that awakened Micah.
Though she apologized and showed him her new treasure... and what a treasure a kitten is. It was a good thing that Micah liked cats... because if he hadn't, they were, after all, sharing a house together... and she sure-as-hell wasn't getting rid of it.
No... She loved the cat already... and it needed her... it had no Mama... it had no one! No one in all the world... and it needed someone to take care of it... or it would die.
Standing up; she figured she'd better go back in the house now… there were still many choirs to do and her brake was probably almost over.
Micah slowly came down the steps…
… To find Bridgette sitting on the couch, slouched back against it in her typically horrible fashion of posture.
He smiled to see her tip her head back, up-side-down, to see him. She echoed the smile and he came to sit beside her and the kit.
"Hey, what's up?" Bridgette chimed, most cheerfully, as he sat down beside her.
He opened his mouth to speak but stopped… caught by her deep, green gaze. He stopped.
He knew it was blasphemous… against His ways… but Bridgette was alike him, right? A leader, a seer… so, perhaps, it would be alright… surely He Who Walks Behind the Rows would not be angry with him for her… surely not her!
So, with only those things plaguing his thoughts, he leaned forward…
And kissed her.
Bridgette was surprised, at first, and it suddenly struck Micah that it was entirely possible she would be angry with him for it… which would, most definitely, result in pain… very much pain… but, much to his surprise, she began to kiss back… hard… hungrily.
The kiss didn't end for a long, long time until they both seemed to pull away in unison. Breathing heavy; they sat together, for a long moment, just starring… starring at each other. Before Micah spoke: -
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-" Bridgette interrupted Micah by pressing another hard kiss to his lips. It was, then, his turn to be shocked. But shock quickly fainted into a pleasant sort of surprise as he returned the kiss, again.
The outcome to this kiss was pretty much the same. Except, this time, Bridgette spoke next..: -
"Do you love me?" she whispered, after longer time then it had taken for him to speak before.
"I," Micah stuttered. "I think… I'm pretty sure… I…"
Bridgette's face seemed to plead with him to go on, though it was not much in her nature (or in his, for that matter) to plead.
Micah, finally, sorted out his thoughts enough to nod. "… I do."
A smile twisted Bridgette's pumpkin colored lips in a way that was far more pleasant then her usual wicked smirks… and she kissed him again.
This kiss… far softer… far sweeter.
Freakishly normal…
That was what Bridgette called the way things were, now… freakishly normal. But they weren't really normal at all, now, were they? Considering both parties had never actually succeeded before… so, yeah, it was a little strange.
Oh, and, yes, it appeared they had succeeded… now.
With all the children at work in the fields or around town and everyone doing daily choirs… with Gideon's constant hunger for some bloody excitement, that Micah had to hope would not come, around these warm and humble parts… an entire town run on simple, daily life by children.
It seemed they weren't all that violent when life was normal and they had finished their bloody task of doing away with all adults.
But there would still be defilers, now wouldn't there? To give Gideon that "bloody excitement" he so craved… things would never work out just perfect, no.
There was still much in stored for their little town.
Micah shielded his eyes from the sun with his hand.
Surveying what he could see; he spotted Bridgette, walking along the road, with an irritated look on her face… and then spotted why.
Gideon. Gideon was following her, chasing after her, clearly trying to speak with her about something, though she refused to tolerate him.
Boy, she really disliked Gideon.
"Go away, Gideon." Bridgette said firmly.
"Bridgette, I've got to speak to you!" Gideon protested, chasing after the bitchy headstrong teenager. She was just impossible to him!
"Goodies. Go away."
"But it's important!"
"Don't care."
"Bridgette!" Gideon continued, tripping between jogging and walking to stay firmly behind her, brushing his tawny curly hair away from his chestnut brown eyes. She should have more respect for him; he was older, stronger, and almost as blood thirsty. "I'm serious."
"I… don't… care," Bridgette said slowly, as if he could not understand normal human speech. "Leave… me… alone."
Gideon did a ballsy (not to mention stupid) thing; he grasped her arm and jerked her around to face him. "At least tell me where Micah is; he's a far better leader then you will ever be."
Bridgette snarled… lashing out; she grabbed his arm and twisted it around just before the breaking point.
"Hey!" called Micah, unsure of what else to do. He jogged over to the two. "What is going on here?"
Bridgette snarl eased; but she still had that all-hell look on her face. She threw down Gideon's arm as if it were glass and would fall and would shatter into a million pieces when it hit the ground. "Nothing," she growled, taking a step or two back. "… nothing at all."
"Micah," Gideon breathed, clutching his near-broken arm. Micah could almost hear Gideon's mind shouting: Finally! Someone who will listen! "I have… to speak with you."
"Yes? What is it, Gideon?"
"Outlanders," Gideon took in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it out.
"What?" Micah didn't notice if it was him or Bridgette who had hissed the word… and suddenly; Bridgette was by his side.
"I tried to tell Bridgi," Gideon went on. "But she wouldn't listen. A group of children have rebelled and formed a resistance; they hiding in a house on the out skirts of town. I made sure Sean and Justin (they're guarding the exit on that side of town) didn't let 'em through… though they weren't tryna get through… but that's how I found out about 'em, anyway."
"What does that have to do with outlanders?" Micah demanded. He felt Bridgette begin to tremble at his side… he was surprised; that she would show fear in company… as specially in front of Gideon… and that's when he realized she wouldn't… she was so scared; she couldn't fight it... but why?
He set an arm tightly around her shoulders.
"Shindo Lewis – their leader – has called upon outlanders… and not just any outlanders, Micah… they're…" Gideon paused. A strange look Micah had never seen took over his eyes and his face.
"They're what?" Micah tried to say gently… and succeeded, too.
"They're cop, police officers."
Bridgette shivered violently against him upon the word. Micah held her even tighter. He looked at her face… she showed no sign whatsoever of being afraid aside from the trembling.
"So let me get this straight," Micah recapped, forcing his eyes from Bridgette. "There is a group of rebelling children, how many?"
"Only four," Gideon answered. "Shindo, April Frost, Derek Frost and Aaron Corrion."
That's not bad… Shindo was sixteen, April was eleven, Derek was only seven or eight, Aaron was the oldest at seventeen.
"… and they've called police men?" Micah went on. "On us?"
Gideon nodded. "She must have told them about the deaths… what are we going to do, Micah?"
They all stopped and glanced in the direction of the church as the bells rang out against the blue fall sky.
That bell marked 6:00p.m.
"I don't know…" said Micah, honestly. "Bridgette and I will think about it… we'll have something by tomorrow afternoon."
"How do you know about this?" Bridgette asked, shakily. "… about the phone call and the outlanders?"
"Mary Malloy saw them… she saw them make the call."
"She must be rewarded," Micah muttered, looking at Bridgette who just store forward... her mind; clearly in other places.
Gideon watched them for a long moment; a little shocked… he had no idea they were an item! Honestly, he would have thought Micah to have better taste then the rude Goth.
But, hey… life's full of surprises.
Stray moonlight came in through the curtain.
Bridgette's dull green eyes opened slowly to its greeting; then traced upward until they found the clock on the bedside nightstand… its bright green numbers glowed 3:45a.m.
It's late, Bridgette thought, spotting the sleepy Charlotte under one of arms, she turned her head to the other side to find Micah's sleep figure beside her, his arm draped around her slender waist.
Now don't get your dirty little hopes up; they were both fully dressed in night clothes and had no intention of doing anything perverted at any time… they just slept in the same bed. They had slept side by side since the second night of their reincarnation; back on the floor of the barn… of course, then it was to keep from freezing their toes off… now it was habit… and one they had no reason to break.
He was truly darling when he slept… so innocent and mild… you'd never guess all the "horrible" things he had done and was capable of... never.
He was beautiful… perfect.
Bridgette smiled, warmly, as she watched him sleeping and wondered where his mind was… what he was dreaming of… or if he was dreaming at all.
Rubbing her eyes; she shimmied out from under his arm, careful not to wake the kit, and sat up, the window seeming to call her to its glow. She stood and walked over.
Touching the sill gingerly; she brushed aside the curtain and took only seconds before she had spotted the moon… it was a beautiful, full moon… bloated in the dark fall sky. A cold breeze brushed by, shaking the leaves on the trees, flickering the moon light.
Blood on the moon, Bridgette realized.
Touching the glass, as if she could touch the moon, she shivered… the glass was ice cold… and it was then she noticed that it was quite cold... a cold night.
Bridgette stopped. She caught a gleaming reflection in the glass and froze; trying to be sure of the identification of the object.
A blade… a knife!
She began to turn her head; the beginning of the beginning of turning around, but before she could Micah brought the knife blade down into her back with an estranged cry she could never image him to have made.
Micah jerked awake.
He shot, to sit, straight up in bed; his dark/black eyes shook back and forth for a long moment before they began to jerk more completely around the room.
The window burned in his eyes and he jerked to look at it; examining it franticly… no. There was no blood, no gleaming blade, no body crumbled on the ground… no.
Not Bridgette.
Suddenly he remembered, and looked beside him… the darkness counteracted with the light he had just seen from the window and he couldn't see anything for a long moment… too long! It felt like all eternity, to Micah.
But then, he could see again… a calm, sleeping Bridgette lay beside him. Her beautiful, beautiful hair strewn over her pale face… her cat eyes green eyes hidden behind her resting eye lids... and that stupid kit sleeping under her arm.
But she was alright.
He, slowly, sunk back down to lay beside her again… keeping his eyes steady and solid on her peaceful face; he gently brushed the hair away from it, fragilely brushing it behind her ear… she never wore it behind her ear.
He felt something… special for her… something he had never felt before; not for anyone. To him, she was so beautiful… so perfect… he believed that that feeling was called love… though how should he know? No one had ever loved him before… and, certainly, he had never loved anyone before… but, if he could guess at this indescribable feeling, he loved her…
And she was alright… he hadn't hurt her.
But it seemed so real… he could feel the knife handle in his hand, he saw the deep red blood pour out of her back, near the left scapula bone, where he had struck.
He shivered… but she was alright, he hadn't hurt her… but shivered again, this time; far more violently for the thoughts that then stung his mind.
He didn't trust himself not to hurt her…
