It Was All A Dream
AN. Hello everybody! I am updating this story under hostage situations! Darn that Swhart! LoL! Anyway, thanks for all the reviews! They mean so much! Keep on reviewing and I will keep writing. *In 8 more reviews, this story will be at 300! We can do it!*
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Bry
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Chapter 13
Lucky Breaks
~Crack~
Steve O'Brien cursed as he hung onto the tree house railing. His muscles strained to hold on. "Come one, Stevie boy, you can do it." He talked to himself trying to gain the energy to pull himself to safety, but his shoulders screamed in protest. His sneakers dangled into the air as he heard footsteps enter the backyard. He had to get up the tree and he had to get into the tree house now.
Using the last of his energy, he did something he never thought he could do. In slow motion he pushed himself up and ended up doing a backward flip into tree house. He felt like he was flying in the air as he crashed. And just his luck he ended up landing on an abandoned fire truck. Muttering in pain, he sat up and threw the toy away. Besides the pain in his back and the soreness in his shoulders, he had managed not to kill himself. He crawled slowly into the darkest corner in the tree house and didn't even dare to look outside into the backyard. If a police officer was waiting to catch some drinking high school students, Steve was going to wait to make sure he wasn't one of them. He just hoped Marie was ok and didn't get caught. She didn't even want to be there.
Bobby stared at the bright light. He fought against the restraints but he couldn't get loose. The tubes inserted inside his skin was slowly slurping out his cold blood and replacing it with a cocktail of drugs. He screamed in agony as the light shone brighter.
"This will cure all your problems, Mr. Drake."
His whole body felt on fire, a fire hotter than anyone of Pyro's fires. He screamed, unable to express his pain, anger, and hurt any other way. They said this would pave the way for others with his problem...they said that this would save millions. They made him, and other mutants be experimented. Yes this would cure all his problems…he would be dead.
He quieted his voice; it hurt too much to scream. He whimpered at the light. His Marie was going through this too, maybe worse than he was. His life was ending, but he needed her…his life, his heart, his love…his wife.
Bobby felt the sweat dripping down back. This is what a heart attack feels like. He gasped his breath as the wave of the flash back rolled over him. They were flashbacks…not daydreams. Just staring at that light beam had sent him off into another world. He fought his way back and slowly managed to stand shakily on his two feet. The light illuminated his pale skin, and wide pale blue eyes. He swallowed as he walked over to the closet door and shut off the light.
A black cat rubbed against his leg as it managed its way out of the closet. Bobby slowly sunk to his knees beside a shoe rack. He felt sick to his stomach and could barely manage to shut off the closet like. For some reason the starkness of the light made him feel worse.
Reality seemed farther and farther away every time he had a flash back. He didn't know what to believe. Could he have been a mutant? Could he have wielded ice? Anything seemed possible.
He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up from this nightmare. But something nagged on his subconscious. He needed to find Steve for Marie. But could he? The boy wasn't on this floor, and he could still hear the police rounding up the drunks downstairs. Bobby had enough of all this. He was so out of there and he didn't give a crap what happened to the sophomore. He just knew he was going crazy.
"Bobby! Bobby!" Marie sank down on her knees and cried. She needed Bobby. But it was all lost. Just because they past that stupid law, she was alone. What was she going to do? Nothing was going to be the same again. It never could be. She just wanted to be with him one more time before she died.
Marie let out a scream as the flashlight blazed in her face. The light blinded her. A firm hand blocked her mouth as the light went out. Marie started to struggle, but her ankle hurt her to much. The door closed behind her intruder and Marie did the only thing she could think of. She bit his hand.
He muttered a curse as he whispered, "Marie, it's me!"
"Bobby? What are you doing back? Where is Steve?"
He eased himself next to her. "I couldn't find him, and I didn't want to go looking where the cops will find me. We have to wait it out."
"Oh." She bit her lip to stifle her snuffles, her cheeks where still wet from her tears.
Bobby managed to find her cheek in the dark and touched the tears. "What's the matter?"
She started to heave as the memories floated in her mind, "I thought you weren't going to come back." She started to cry softly.
Bobby pulled her close, trying to fight his way into the correct reality. "I almost didn't, but I had to get back to you."
She sobbed into his shoulder.
"I am sorry I did that experiment, Marie."
Marie's eyes adjusted in the dark. "I know you are." She stared at his pale face. With her bare hand she touched his jaw. She noticed tears on his cheeks too. "But it wasn't all that bad."
It was as if they were no longer plain teenagers without a history together. Bobby bent down slowly, almost hesitantly and kissed Marie. She eagerly clutched to him as they fell back on the blankets. They were together again.
AN. I think I wrote this story under the influence. JK. I personally wonder what is happening. LOL! Anyway, tell me what you think in a nice review! We want to get to 300, hehe!
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Bry
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