Hell Is for Children
The Dreams
The night was cold and damp as two tall shadowy figures ran through the muddy streets of a small farm town. Right behind, clutching to the hem of the long trench coat, was two more smaller figures of darkness. Together they ran. There were no lights in the streets, only those lights of the small houses which burned brightly with warmth of fireplaces as families settled in for the night. The figures danced from one shadow to the next, avoiding all light as possible. A strong wind blew by as more rain whipped into the faces of the strangers.
Their destination, the church in the next town. They needed to make it before morning. They could not be seen, or heard. Another strong wind and the hood is blown off the taller one's head. Revealing the beautiful face of a young woman with bright blue eyes. Long black locks clung to her face as she tried to balance the small bundle in her arms and comfort the young ones at her heels. There is a bundle which moved in her arms and the woman's full attention is diverted to it. She gently peeled back the blanket and peered into the face of slowly awaking child. The baby wiggled and began to moan as the cold air seeped into the blanket, chilling the small one. The other shadow approached and pulled of his hood. Short black hair clung to his face as he searched the face of his companion, his eyes searching for an answer of why she stopped..
"We mustn't stop now my love. Dawn approaches soon."
The man spook in hushed tones as he picked up one of the small figures from the ground. A little girl with black hair peered into her father's eyes. Bright purple orbs twinkled with fear for she did not understand what was happening. The other child, male, looked up into his mother's eyes, but she did not look at him. His purple eyes showed fear also, but more of exaughtion. The parents hesitated once more before they continued their journey, at a slower pace.
"My dearest, why must we run. Can you not protect us? Can you not protect your family?"
The man stopped walking and soon, his family turned to him. His eyes were a deep violet color which threatened to show anger... must remorse over took it, and showed it's ugly head.
"I can't, I am not strong enough... and they will not help. They say I must defend, assist them in killing innocent lives. I can not. I can not bring myself to kill children of the enemy when my love for my own family is stronger then my will to fight..."
The man placed a gently hand on his wife's shoulder as they stood beneath the shadow of a great large oak tree. They have been running for two days now, trying to find solitude anywhere they can. But it seams that where ever they go, they are found and they must continue running. A moment of comfort later and foot steps are heard behind them. They turn just in time to see small glints of light bobbing in the night air. The sounds of mud plashing against boots accompanied the floating flames.
"We must hurry, the train is just ahead."
The man pushes his wife and son forward as he run behind. The foot steps grow louder as their hunters grow nearer. The best laid plans of mice and men often go a stray. For the man did not see the obstacle in his path as he fell into a small crater in the road. With a loud thud and splash, he is lying face down in the muddy road. His daughter is thrown from his grasp as he attempts to protect her. The girl lay stunned in a puddle
"Run..."
Her father mouths to her as the attackers approach from behind. The girl's eyes widen as the men persuading them come into close range view. The mother grabs her hand and runs, praying her husband rises quick enough to save himself. But her wishes are not granted as the sound of gun fire awakens the sleeping town. In a rush of fear and sadness which override her senses, she hands the small bundle to the girl and runs back to the fallen man.
"I beg of you, please spare us..."
The woman pleads, but the men do not listen. Another gun shot is heard before orders to find the children are called out. By now, villagers have removed themselves from the warmth of their homes and line the streets in curiosity. The attacking men run ahead, searching for the wanted children who are only a few feet away. One of the children, the oldest and also the only girl, stood and watched as her parents were killed by military soldiers.
In fear, the girl ran ahead, trying to carry both her baby brother and hold the hand of her other brother. But, being only of six years, she is not organized enough and she looses grip on the middle child's hand. He stumbles without her knowledge as she runs forward with the baby.
"We've got one..."
Is heard in the distance as she relises what has happened. Her bright purple eyes turn to dark as tears roll down her cheek.
"My brother... no..."
But time to mooring his cut short as she is grabbed from behind and pulled into the shadows of the forest which lay quietly to her left. The military men run past as her mouth is held shut by her rescuer.
"Come with me, hurry."
And quickly, she is rushed off to safety with her baby brother and the stranger. On the other side of the trees they approach a large white house where lights shin brightly into the muddy yard in which they stand. The girl looks behind her, no guns are heard. No sign of killing her brother, only the screams of her name as he is hauled off to be prisoner of the forsaken military.
"Izumi! Help me! Izumi help me please! Don't leave me! Izumi...!"
With a quick jolt, a now older Izumi awoke with a startle as she looked around the small yard of her Dublith home. Panting hard, she pushed back a black braid behind her head and placed another hand over her heart. She leaned back against the house and stared up at the sky. It had been twenty-five years since that night where she lost both her parents and her brother. Through all the tragedy and rush, Izumi to this day could not remember her brother's name or her parents last name. In her dreams, she never saw her brother's face, only that of her parents and her savior.
After calming her nerves a little, she reached down her shirt and pulled up a large golden locket which she always wore. The front of the locket held a single diamond with an engraved I.M. She knew the 'I' meant Izumi but the 'M' was still a mystery. It was a gift her mother gave her when she turned five. She would never forget that, it was all she had left of her mother. Though, through all the years, she could ever open the locket. It was jammed shut since that night.
She lowered her head and stared out into the yard as her baby brother, no longer a baby walked by. A smiling man named Mason, with short black hair waved hello as he walked past her. Behind him was a sweat old lady named Dante, the very same woman who saved Izumi and Mason twenty-five years ago. Izumi waved and she continued to mess with the locket. She fumbled with it in her hands for a while before she tucked it back in her shirt.
Many times she's almost forced it open, be it with alchemy or a hammer. But all times she stopped herself, thinking in her head that one day the locket would open, and then she would know the answers to her forgotten questions. Until that day, she would wait, and the dreams would continue to come.
A/N - Was suppose to be a ONESHOT, but I changed it to have a quick sequel in the next chapter. The next chapter will be shorter and is just a sequel.
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