Dream A Little Dream
vHollow
Chapter Three:
Death of a French Woman
It was almost dusk when she first heard them.
It had been years since her sanity had last been tested by these things. As it was, she was the only one to survive that encounter. Despite what lies she had told Sayid about how her fellow shipmates died, she still knew the frightening truth.
Was that one of her traps? How many more were there? Were they there just for her? Did they want something else?
Questions plagued her mind as she tried to steady herself.
Guns.
She ran half crazed through her new shelter. She had always used this as a back up or if she was ever forced to lie low from Sayid or one of them. But now she realized that there was no hiding from those wretches.
There they are.
Finally, she was armed. Two single shot rifles were slung over her arm, and a small revolver was stuck into her waist belt.
The sound of air being sliced apart accompanied by a sharp and stunned noise let her know that someone or something had been caught in one of her traps.
Guess they aren't so smart after all.
"I think we do alright."
She screamed and turned to see a figure directly behind her. She had the revolver pointed at his jugular… there was no way she could miss.
Just one small squeeze…
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't remove my head from my body, thank you. I can tell you from experience that it's not the most comfortable feeling in the world."
She knew that voice…
"You don't remember me do you?" he asked, almost sounding hurt, "Surprising really. I've only haunted your every nightmare since you were five."
Five and a half actually, asshole.
"Call me all the names you want, sweetheart. We've got all night to get reacquainted."
That smirk…that god awful smirk…
"You'll get used to it, love."
Not in this lifetime…
The gun was fired before he could even think of a reaction. Blood soaked the walls and his clothes.
A second figure entered the small cottage, "What happened?"
The smirk was still there when he answered, his tone almost amused, "I guess she didn't want to get reacquainted after all."
(Transition)
"HELLO!" he screamed into the vast jungle, "CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?"
Mark was so tired, and so confused. He had no idea where he was or how in the world he had gotten there. One minute he's listening to music, some band he can't even remember and then next minute he wakes up in the middle of Tarzan's backyard.
His voice was croaky, but much more severe than was usual for a teenager his age. He also had an Australian accent. But that was the extent of his knowledge. Ever since he had woken up he'd focused harder and harder on trying to remember something…anything.
So far he had four things down from his memory, and they had taken most of the day to remember. First, he knew his name was Mark. Although that was kind of cheating because he found the name stitched into the tag of his white tee shirt.
Second, he knew that he had an Australian accent, but he didn't remember ever being in Australia. Hell, he didn't remember being anywhere, ever, in the entire world.
Third, he knew he was listening to music…a rock band possibly…before he blacked out.
Lastly, he knew he was not alone. All day he could feel someone watching him closely. He could see the bushes moving out of the corner of his eye. He could practically taste the presence it was so close to him…and it scared him.
Mark needed help and he needed it soon.
"HELP ME SOMEBODY!"
And then he heard the gunshot and took off running.
(Transition)
Shannon woke with a gasp for the third night in a row that week.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Shannon smiled inwardly at the comfort the deep voice brought to her mind and body. Sayid had been watching over her ever since she had first awoken him earlier that week. As stubborn a woman she was, she was finding it increasingly difficult to not tell someone about her dream.
"I don't know if I can."
Sayid blinked in surprise of her answer. So far the closest they had come to an actual discussion about the dreams had been just long enough for Shannon to blow her top at him and run out. Progress is progress.
"Try me."
Shannon turned towards Sayid and stared at him for what felt like an eternity that in reality, lasted about a minute. Sayid had seen the look before in the faces of his superior officers when they were gauging out just how much would be beneficial to tell him. He just hoped she would find enough trust there to tell him everything.
"I see this boy" she started, "He has black hair, and the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen."
"Doesn't sound so bad" offered Sayid.
"It's not what he looks like, it's what he can do" she explained cryptically.
"What do you mean 'do'?"
"He can see things in our heads. He can read our thoughts and he knows the truth about this place. I've seen his smile when I blink and I've heard his thoughts when I'm tired. He's so scared but the truth is I'm more scared of him. Of what his existence means for all of us."
Sayid stifled the urge to shiver or rub at the goose bumps that now covered his skin.
"Go on."
"I see him living here…with us. But I also see what his future brings after he's been here for a while."
Sayid waited until he realized she was hesitating again, "What do you see?"
"I see blood, and people screaming. It's hell Sayid. The kid brings hell."
Author's Notes: And, yes, another chapter up and ready to go. I'm managed about one review per chapter so I may have to drop this story but I really like where I'm about to take this. Shannon's gone a little overboard with the drama about Mark, but that's like her to do so. And for those who were confused, the French Woman shot herself, not her intruder. More explanations will be coming and more on Mark next chapter.
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