"Can you let me out nowwwww?"
"No" The guard grunted in annoyance.
"Ugg you're no fun." The little girl kicked her feet and shuffled around inside the cell. "How abou-"
"NO! YOU ARE NOT GETTING OUT!"
Angel, known to the scientists as A15, teared up. He didn't have to yell at her! She pushed back her tears though, cause she was stronger than that.
Suddenly, she heard quiet sobbing behind her, her friend phantom. She walked over to him, sitting down in front of him.
"What's wong fwantom?" That's what she called her friend, phantom. Neither of the young children knew their real names, and being called A15, or A13, well, that was just depressing.
"Angie," He sobbed, "I wanna see my mommy and daddy! I don't like it here! Every day, all they do is hurt us, and poke at us, and I just wanna go home!"
Angel's heart went out to the poor boy. He had come here after her, so maybe he remembered his parents. Ever since she could remember she had been here. She had never celebrated her birthday, though the scientists said she was about 5 now, and she had never seen the outside of the lab she had been confined to.
She had heard the scientists talking, about a project A.N.G.E.L that was supposed to create a superbeing that held the power of life and death at will. They said it could be used as the ultimate weapon, to let all the other countries know that THEY were the most powerful, and if one stepped out of line… it was the ultimate weapon through and through. She had heard of many failed experiments, most dead, and the others at the risk of being killed to hide evidence of the illegal human testing. She had heard that A10, A12, and A13 were next. She had to get out of here!
"Cumon fwantom, you'll be able to see your famiwy someday soon. But if you cry, then your famiwy will know, and they will be sad. You don't want them to be sad wright?"
She stood up, and held out her hand. Phantom looked at her hand, then up at her, tears glistening in his eyes. " I guess your wright Angie." Phantom said, "But how come you aren't sad? Boys aren't supposed to cry, girls are!"
Angel smiled " I do cry fwantom. But if I cried, you would be sad, and then we wouldn't get out of here!" phantom grabbed her hand and stood up. "Just watch fwantom, I'll get us out of here."
Phantom watched in awe as angel stood in front of the bars, her hands lighting up with a soft red light, growing brighter, and brighter, until suddenly…
BAM!
The bars exploded, as angel grabbed his hand, running as fast as she could out of there, towards a freedom she had never experienced…
She awoke with a start for the second time that week. 'At least its Saturday, I couldn't stand going to school for another day this week!' She looked at her clock, which read 3:00 in the morning. 'Ugg, another night of waking up at three.' She laid back in her bed, but her mind was wide awake, and didn't want to go back to sleep. She thought over her dream, she remembered it better than the last dream. There was a little girl, with knee-length black hair and shining multicolored eyes. There was also a little boy, around the same age, with long white hair and light, emerald green eyes. But what was the red light that came from the little girl? Where were they? What was going on? ' The dreams are just getting to me. They aren't real. They must just be from that weird turfwich she had ate a few days back. It's just getting to my brain.' With that thought in mind, Sam Manson drifted into a welcoming, dreamless sleep.
What are these dreams? What do they mean?
What is this figment of time that I've seen?
Is it made up? Is it something I know?
What are these dreams trying to show?
haha! i updated again! i know i shouldnt be up now, seeing as its 11:05 pmEST,hehe... i know. i hopeyou like it!