Title: A wish come true
Chapter: Painful Memoirs
It was a viciously windy day, Francoise felt her golden tresses blowing annoying in her face. She was about to wipe them away with her hand when she felt a slightly heavy bundle in her arms--a baby. He had a look of troublesome dreams on his face. Automatically she rocked him gently and smiled at him as if he could see her. Something else brushed againts her cheek, but it was a scarf--a yellow scarf. Francoise completly forgot the child in her arms and looked at herself. She was dressed red attire, much too baggy for her and completly out of style, she decided. What she saw next nearly made her dropped the infant out of her arms. Around her were six men, each dressed in similar suits. They were looking at the sky--expectant of something. Somehow that drew Francoise to also look to the sky.
There was a figure aproaching them, at an impossible speed--but it couldn't be. Franocise refused to believe that the youth that she had gotten so close to in school was headed towards them while averting several obstacles--machianery that was trying to kill him. He shortly landed, out of breath, on the ground. Francoise felt her feeet climbling in an aircraft behind them. Once again, the wind tustled wisps of her hair in her eyes--nonethless, she knew what she was seeing could not be drawn from any memories that she had. Dreams were shreds of recalled images from memories drawn together by the thread of imagination--but there were no images for this dreams he was experiencing. Was there?
Francoise saw her life flash before her, but strangely enough she could not see herself in France, in high school. Instead she saw Jean Paul, her being admitted to a school, and then deception. A strong sense of sadness overwhelemed her. As if all her dreams went down the drain. What she saw next was unknown to her. Laughing faces, scientists, a man with a horrible mask of yellow eyes and a malicious smile and then--complete and utmost silence. Francoise's shoulders sagged as she let out her breath. She was trying to breath faster, that perhaps that would awaken her from this horrible dream.
"003, are you all right?"
Francoise looked incrediously at the baby in her arms. Had he spoken to her?
Wait, that was just plain crazy--Francoise reminded herself nervously.
She was not one to have nightmares, the last one she remembered was about the tooth fairy turning into the lockness monster--but this dream was like nothing she had ever experienced before.
"I'm allright 001."
She heard herself saying to the infant. She felt as if she was watching the scence from farway and yet--was fully aware of her thoughts and movements as herself.
No more eating gummi bears before bed.
But the thought was lacking humor, it was filled with fear. Francoise felt a strong sense of foreboading. She wanted to wake up now. Suddenly she saw a missile approach as if it was in front of her face, but one quick swish of her head and it was gone--a speck in the sky.
"Watch out!"
Francoise barely looked at Joe before he scooped her up in his arms and she felt the wind swoosh in her face. She didn't dare to open her eyes. Somehow she knew that the missile had grazed her side, she knew she was feeling a small stich of pain. Strange pain, real pain. Dream pain was not supposed to feel this real.
"You okay?"
Francoies fluttered her eyelids as if to adjust to the sunlight prying at her eyes at the sound of Joe's voice.
"I'm fine, Joe."
For some reason Joe looked at her strangely, even shocked and placed her on the ground shakily--it was then that she woke up. A sharp pain assaulted her side and she placed her hand on her hip. When it surfaced from her covers---it was covered in blood.
Only then, did she scream.
