Author's note: Yup, I'm finally gonna give away some of the storyline to the Laura/Greg relationship. Laura, you can stop bugging me now.
This chapter brings around the darkness and surrealism that I just thrive upon. Which is why I love the second half of this chapter :D
"Greg?" Laura screamed, "How could you do this to me? You…you said you loved me."
"Suck on it," Greg sneered in reply as the officer dragged him down the corridor, leaving Laura in the arms of a total stranger, an appalling cup of hot chocolate thrust into her hands.
"I'm not drinking that," Laura said, still staring after Greg. The medical officer leaned down beside her.
"You need your strength for the questioning."
"I'm not going to any questioning!"
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice-"
"I do. For the first time in my life I'm going to make my own choice, and I choose not to go to this dumb questioning."
"It's required-"
"It's NOT! I know he's guilty, you know he's guilty, everybody knows he's guilty! Save us all the bother and lock him up now!"
The medical officer gave a gentle smile that Laura despised, "We have to know exactly what happened."
"Fine!" Laura screamed, "Once upon a time, a guy called Greg asked out a girl called Laura with the sole intent of smuggling aboard a mining ship and breaking her heart! No happily ever after, I'm sorry to say, but that IS the fucking end!
"The end…
"The end…"
Laura reached over to her bedside table and grabbed a tissue from the box she refilled every evening. She clamped it to her face and wiped away her tears. She sobbed quietly so her brother wouldn't hear from the top bunk. She had flashbacks like that pretty often, so she was used to them happening, but they'd never happened with such intensity or with such detail before. Usually it was just random sentences from the incident interspersed with crazy colours and images. This had been totally different. Vivid and accurate. It scared her.
A few doors away, ZK awoke in the same state; cold, clammy sweat sticking to her body and cold, clammy tears sticking to her face. Her head swirled in the panicky nightmare she'd just had. Usually she loved nightmares; they kept her in touch with what she cared about (death and destruction). But this was closer and far more real. As she sat and thought about it, the memories faded and became less powerful, but the feeling remained. A terrible sense of foreboding. She struggled to remember as the dream pulled away from her mind.
Professor Rimmer had been there. And his step-daughter, or whoever she was. Gemma. A couple of girls from the class, possibly Bex and Robyn, had been there, too. And she had been there herself, which frightened her the most. On the surface, the dream was simple enough: they all died. But it had been how they died that freaked her out. First Bex had had an attack of some sort and collapsed to the ground, followed by a slow, painful-looking death from Robyn. Then, in a totally different area, Rimmer had faded from view until a puff of grey smoke vanished him completely, and Gemma disappeared in a similar fashion, but much more quickly and with a bigger, red puff of smoke that lingered around ZK's eyes and burned.
Thinking about it, she could still feel the burning sensation now, but she figured it was probably the tears. The dream was too far gone to remember if she herself had died along with them. She hoped she hadn't.
She didn't fancy dying again.
A/n: I've surprised myself with how quickly I've written this chapter. Probably no good. Oh well, R&R as always you gorgeous reviewers!
