And like I said, the next chapter. This is the one were things start to
get wierd, and important things occur. Enjoy ...
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 4
Rated: PG
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters of Sailor Moon, don't claim to. I don't own Crystal Tokyo, don't claim that either. But the story itself is mine. So please don't use it for anything without asking me first.
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"Mommy!!!!!" He screamed and screamed. The air pierced with the sound. My heart was ripping at the seams. Watching my only son, my reason for life, like this hurt worse than losing everything else I had ever loved.
I pulled again, trying to reach him. Trying to pull him back to me. But the waves beat intensely against the cliff and the crumbling rocks only gave way more and more. He coughed and his screaming became a little more hoarse. I only tried harder.
I pulled and struggled. I pushed and tugged. Nothing gave way. I couldn't reach him, the bindings were too tight. I struggled again with the knot, my free hand only managing to tighten it.
"MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!" The plea vibrated through my skull with a roar no earthly sound could make. I myself screamed out to him, tearing at the ropes until my hands bled. Then ... all sound from him stopped. Only the waves and the rocks could be heard, a steady rhythm of numb sounds.
I sat upright in bed. Sweating profusely. The dream had been so real. The heartache inside me felt so real. I held a hand to my throat and felt the pounding of my heartbeat. I could still feel the pain in my wrist and fingers from tugging at the ropes. There was still a tightness around my stomach where the ties had held me back. Tears mixed with my sweat and caked the sheets to me even more. Yet the longer I sat there, the less I was able to remember there being any ropes. I could still feel myself being held back, but the sensations of being bound were fading fast.
What does it mean?
I pulled myself out of bed and slipped on my thinnest bathrobe. The hot nights of the summer had made my room balmy and stuffy. It didn't help much with the sweat on my body, but physical discomfort didn't really matter to me.
Why would I dream of a son I don't have? I had to ask myself that with enough intensity to break through the still cloudy sleep of my brain. It hadn't been the kind of dream where you wake up and try without winning to shake the fright off, then make yourself go back to bed and forget about it. It was like reliving a memory. Only I didn't have a memory of this.
The future?
Perhaps. But why now? Why when everything is seeming to come together? When I have made such progress in my life, hit me with something like this?
I watched the twinkling lights of the ever growing city from my high perch. It seemed to just get bigger, as even the outlines of the city received treatment. People were filling the once again useful hospitals, new apartments were being built, new jobs opening up, schools running again. And all this wondrous newness, this rebirth began the night I awoke to the dismal sight before me on this same balcony. It had been only three months since the first time he had come to me, nine weeks since I had seen him last, and I had almost rebuilt my city. My next project would be the world that was in worse shape than even Crystal Tokyo.
The muggy air made the dispersing sweat cling longer than needed, or so I finally noticed. Sliding to the ground against a rail, I stared at the clear sky above me. Thousands of tiny dots of light hit my mind like that of the city. Only there was a peace in those lights that my city didn't hold. One of the best friends I had ever known, Molly, died today. She was a wonderful three-hundred and two. Funny how time seemed to have left so quickly for her after the icy sleep everyone had endured, at least to me. And even if she, with a small group of others, had lost another hundred years within that same sleep by some fluke of mine own, she was still so happy with life.
Maybe we were total opposites.
She had told me that once. We had almost nothing in common anymore but the past. She lived for each day to come, I lived for each day I had missed. Time rushed past me, but dragged past her. She had grown to have children, grandchildren, and even a great-grandchild before she died. While I was still stuck with a dream of my lost husband and the hopeless knowledge that he will never be the father of my children.
I felt like crying again. A hobby I gave up for a while and just recently have taken back up again. But I didn't let the tears fall. My eyes felt suddenly dry. My mouth even more like it was stuffed with cotton. I suddenly wanted to cry desperately, wanted to sob and wail until I was hoarse. But I couldn't.
A noise.
I stood up quickly. Taking a few steps back towards my rooms, our rooms, as I watched him climb silently over the rail. He smiled at me, his eyes dancing. I took another step back without realizing and his smile disappeared into a soft frown.
"What's wrong lover?" His voice again was as soft as a breeze. But there was an unbidden fear in me that I had never felt before. Sure I had been afraid, but it hadn't felt like this. And it had never been because of him.
His frown turned into a glare and he advanced on me like a panther looking for dinner. I wanted to scream, but again my mouth went dry. Or perhaps it had always been dry.
Don't debate.
Run.
I turned and made a mad dash for the door, trying to twist the knob before he could catch me. I wasn't fast enough. Not nearly. I hadn't even reached the door before his arms were around me in a ferocious hug that sucked the air out of me. Any tighter and I knew a rib would crack. I tried to wiggle free, much the same as I had to get my son.
His hot breath howled next to my ear as he spoke.
"You can never escape what your fate will be. Lovers lost, families broken, the fall of an empire. Nothing can be held at bay, for your hand shall bring all prophecies to their climax. You and you alone. Remember that."
I awoke again in a sweat. The railing of the balcony against my back, a cool breeze whipped my hair about me. I grasped at my throat in a semi-calming gesture. My heart was once again beating wildly through my body. My head rang with rushing blood. I tried to catch my breath, put together what really happened.
I dreamed about a son I don't have, came out here, sat down, and what? I must have fallen asleep against the railing and had another nightmare. That must have been it. It had to be a nightmare.
I stood on shaky feet and returned to my bedroom with a weary heart. To have one nightmare was bad enough, but two in one night was odd. Especially back to back like that. I reached for the communicator to dial Amy, but held my hand.
She isn't on my side anymore.
I set the receiver down and instead sat on the edge of the bed to collect my thoughts. I knew something was going to happen. But what, I hadn't the foggiest of an idea. A son who does not exist who will die? A loving husband who warned me in vicious tones? Nothing fit together. Nothing but what he said to me, "You can never escape what your fate will be. Lovers lost, families broken, the fall of an empire. Nothing can be held at bay, for your hand shall bring all prophecies to their climax. You and you alone." And the screaming of my son, that remained fresh as well.
Fear consumed me.
No sleep for tonight.
The Living Dream
By: Rena Cresten
Chapter 4
Rated: PG
Disclaimers: I don't own the characters of Sailor Moon, don't claim to. I don't own Crystal Tokyo, don't claim that either. But the story itself is mine. So please don't use it for anything without asking me first.
******************
"Mommy!!!!!" He screamed and screamed. The air pierced with the sound. My heart was ripping at the seams. Watching my only son, my reason for life, like this hurt worse than losing everything else I had ever loved.
I pulled again, trying to reach him. Trying to pull him back to me. But the waves beat intensely against the cliff and the crumbling rocks only gave way more and more. He coughed and his screaming became a little more hoarse. I only tried harder.
I pulled and struggled. I pushed and tugged. Nothing gave way. I couldn't reach him, the bindings were too tight. I struggled again with the knot, my free hand only managing to tighten it.
"MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!" The plea vibrated through my skull with a roar no earthly sound could make. I myself screamed out to him, tearing at the ropes until my hands bled. Then ... all sound from him stopped. Only the waves and the rocks could be heard, a steady rhythm of numb sounds.
I sat upright in bed. Sweating profusely. The dream had been so real. The heartache inside me felt so real. I held a hand to my throat and felt the pounding of my heartbeat. I could still feel the pain in my wrist and fingers from tugging at the ropes. There was still a tightness around my stomach where the ties had held me back. Tears mixed with my sweat and caked the sheets to me even more. Yet the longer I sat there, the less I was able to remember there being any ropes. I could still feel myself being held back, but the sensations of being bound were fading fast.
What does it mean?
I pulled myself out of bed and slipped on my thinnest bathrobe. The hot nights of the summer had made my room balmy and stuffy. It didn't help much with the sweat on my body, but physical discomfort didn't really matter to me.
Why would I dream of a son I don't have? I had to ask myself that with enough intensity to break through the still cloudy sleep of my brain. It hadn't been the kind of dream where you wake up and try without winning to shake the fright off, then make yourself go back to bed and forget about it. It was like reliving a memory. Only I didn't have a memory of this.
The future?
Perhaps. But why now? Why when everything is seeming to come together? When I have made such progress in my life, hit me with something like this?
I watched the twinkling lights of the ever growing city from my high perch. It seemed to just get bigger, as even the outlines of the city received treatment. People were filling the once again useful hospitals, new apartments were being built, new jobs opening up, schools running again. And all this wondrous newness, this rebirth began the night I awoke to the dismal sight before me on this same balcony. It had been only three months since the first time he had come to me, nine weeks since I had seen him last, and I had almost rebuilt my city. My next project would be the world that was in worse shape than even Crystal Tokyo.
The muggy air made the dispersing sweat cling longer than needed, or so I finally noticed. Sliding to the ground against a rail, I stared at the clear sky above me. Thousands of tiny dots of light hit my mind like that of the city. Only there was a peace in those lights that my city didn't hold. One of the best friends I had ever known, Molly, died today. She was a wonderful three-hundred and two. Funny how time seemed to have left so quickly for her after the icy sleep everyone had endured, at least to me. And even if she, with a small group of others, had lost another hundred years within that same sleep by some fluke of mine own, she was still so happy with life.
Maybe we were total opposites.
She had told me that once. We had almost nothing in common anymore but the past. She lived for each day to come, I lived for each day I had missed. Time rushed past me, but dragged past her. She had grown to have children, grandchildren, and even a great-grandchild before she died. While I was still stuck with a dream of my lost husband and the hopeless knowledge that he will never be the father of my children.
I felt like crying again. A hobby I gave up for a while and just recently have taken back up again. But I didn't let the tears fall. My eyes felt suddenly dry. My mouth even more like it was stuffed with cotton. I suddenly wanted to cry desperately, wanted to sob and wail until I was hoarse. But I couldn't.
A noise.
I stood up quickly. Taking a few steps back towards my rooms, our rooms, as I watched him climb silently over the rail. He smiled at me, his eyes dancing. I took another step back without realizing and his smile disappeared into a soft frown.
"What's wrong lover?" His voice again was as soft as a breeze. But there was an unbidden fear in me that I had never felt before. Sure I had been afraid, but it hadn't felt like this. And it had never been because of him.
His frown turned into a glare and he advanced on me like a panther looking for dinner. I wanted to scream, but again my mouth went dry. Or perhaps it had always been dry.
Don't debate.
Run.
I turned and made a mad dash for the door, trying to twist the knob before he could catch me. I wasn't fast enough. Not nearly. I hadn't even reached the door before his arms were around me in a ferocious hug that sucked the air out of me. Any tighter and I knew a rib would crack. I tried to wiggle free, much the same as I had to get my son.
His hot breath howled next to my ear as he spoke.
"You can never escape what your fate will be. Lovers lost, families broken, the fall of an empire. Nothing can be held at bay, for your hand shall bring all prophecies to their climax. You and you alone. Remember that."
I awoke again in a sweat. The railing of the balcony against my back, a cool breeze whipped my hair about me. I grasped at my throat in a semi-calming gesture. My heart was once again beating wildly through my body. My head rang with rushing blood. I tried to catch my breath, put together what really happened.
I dreamed about a son I don't have, came out here, sat down, and what? I must have fallen asleep against the railing and had another nightmare. That must have been it. It had to be a nightmare.
I stood on shaky feet and returned to my bedroom with a weary heart. To have one nightmare was bad enough, but two in one night was odd. Especially back to back like that. I reached for the communicator to dial Amy, but held my hand.
She isn't on my side anymore.
I set the receiver down and instead sat on the edge of the bed to collect my thoughts. I knew something was going to happen. But what, I hadn't the foggiest of an idea. A son who does not exist who will die? A loving husband who warned me in vicious tones? Nothing fit together. Nothing but what he said to me, "You can never escape what your fate will be. Lovers lost, families broken, the fall of an empire. Nothing can be held at bay, for your hand shall bring all prophecies to their climax. You and you alone." And the screaming of my son, that remained fresh as well.
Fear consumed me.
No sleep for tonight.