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Chapter 19:Another night, another dream

Please not again. Not another dream. It might not be, of course, but then again, the haziness is fairly familiar by now. Damn.

As usual, the mistiness clears and…

Wait, where the hell am I?

It looks like Atlantis, I think, but somewhere down in the basement. There's a P90 in my hands.

That can't be a good sign, wandering around with P90s actually in Atlantis.

There's a little room in front of me, I'm stood in the doorway. There's another door, open, at the other side. On the floor there's a piece of material and a penknife.

Hold on, that's my penknife. I'm sure it is. I mean, how many other people on Atlantis could have a penknife with the initials 'JS' on it. Maybe it wasn't such a crap present.

There's a noise from the door across, sounds like a struggle. A voice, a man's voice, shouting. Another voice, a woman's, sort of crying out.

I know that voice.

Elizabeth.

I'm moving forward towards the open door. The man sounds really pissed now.

"You're going to regret that."

A shot.

I heard a shot.

And a cry of pain.

The bastard shot Elizabeth. He's shot her.

Moving forwards, I can now see the guy. He's holding a small gun pointed down the corridor. And there's Elizabeth, He's hit her in the top of her leg and she's clutching it desperately. There's blood. A lot of blood. She's turned round to face him.

He's nothing special to look at. Fairly plain. Looks like an ordinary guy. Looks really can be deceiving.

"If I can't get what I want the decent way, I'll just have to seize it when you're dead!"

I can see out of the corner of my eye the look of fear on Elizabeth's face. It's horrible. The worst thing is, she's knows he'll do it and there's no one to stop him.

Well not quite.

"I don't think so."

Talking again, and it's still strange. I've risen up my gun level with is chest.

But it's too late.

He's fired.

I can see Elizabeth clutch her stomach and begin to fall. The scream is terrible to hear. I can't see exactly what's happening though as my attention is now focused on the guy in front of me.

He's turning his gun on me. I don't think so. I can hear my P90 echo as it fills his chest with holes.

Everything's fading. No, oh please God no. I need to know what happens. Please! Please not now.

Wake up! Wake up John!