C26: If anyone thought the Ricky Gervais episode of the Simpsons was even remotely funny, they are obviously clearly mental. Ricky Gervais is not funny and never will be.

Anyway, to the point, I only just noticed that I hadn't written in the perspective of Loreli, at all. So here you're gonna see Loreli in a strange reality much like the one Koga was in, only with weird visions and shit. Anywho, enjoy!

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Chapter 15: Underworld

Loreli

As my I regained my sight I noticed I was standing in the middle of a field.

Where I was I didn't know, I'd been standing in the reactor in the same room as the creature that had been causing all this and my visions had blacked out. I could immediately tell that none of this was real, I mustn't let this get to me.

I muttered to myself under my breath whilst walking forward hoping to find some signs of life out here.

The grass in the field was browning and the sky above was clear, It must have been an illusion if the weather wasn't acting up, the last time the sky had been this clear was on the day thirteen years ago that I would never forget.

It had been sunny, I remembered that much, I was about nine years old. I was out on in the field with my parents. We used occasionally to have picnics out in field "next to nature" as my dad used to say. So much blood…

I tried to push these memories out of my head by humming to no tune in particular, trying to take my mind off it. I knew that this was probably M's strategy, forcing the most traumatic memories to the surface in the form of a dream. Why else would everything look so similar?

Then as if out of no where a picnic basket appeared out of no where along with, my parents! This was daunting at most; I instantly remembered them, exactly the same as they had been throughout my childhood.

The most noticeable concept about the memories of deceased parents is that you have none of them at fault. All fault is edited out, your parents are displayed as perfect.

"There she is!" my mother leapt of and hugged me tightly, which is when I realised my size change. A few minutes ago I had been a whole lot taller, yet now I was the size of a nine year old again, obviously M was trying to follow the events precisely.

She let go and sat down, I followed suite, smiling over enthusiastically, knowing what was coming. So much blood…

Dad handed me a quartile of a sandwich, I took it without losing my embarrassingly fake smile. This was it… so much blood

I could have stopped it. I saw the figure in the next field, the dark combat gear, the .35 calibre rifle aimed at the back of my father's head. Why didn't I stop it? Then as if they'd read my thoughts my father turned to me. And spoke.

"You could have stopped it" he said plainly.

"What…" I trailed off, not wanting to talk to the words that M was putting into his mouth.

"Why did you stop it?" my mother was speaking now, but the voice seemed different, inhuman and surreal.

"Filthy little bitch" my father spat spitefully finishing my Mother's sentences.

"Why didn't you die instead?" my Mother continued.

"It wasn't my fault!" I was sobbing now, knowing what was to come, so much blood…

"How hard is it to take a bullet for the people you love, we did!"

"STOP IT!" I yelled at them, knowing it was really M speaking and the assassin fired.

The bullet rocketed into the back of Dad's skull piercing his brain out through his eye.

I screamed, the blood splattered out covering my face. So much blood…

Instantly my mum leapt into action and grabbed me whilst simultaneously dodging another bullet aimed at her.

We ran towards a nearby farmhouse in the next field while dodging more shots taken at us. I ran and sobbed at the same time, why didn't I warn them?
We reached the farmhouse and found the steps leading down to the storm cellar outside. It was locked but mum grabbed a nearby axe and hacked off the padlock while I stood there watching the assassin close in on us, we were helpless.

We dashed down into the storm cellar; it was tightly packed with old furniture and excess farming equipment. There was a wardrobe in one corner which my mum rushed me into and slammed it shut, but the door slid open a crack to I could see what was going on.

My Mum was looking around for somewhere else to hide, but she was too late. The assassin came down the stairs aiming a 9 millimetre pistol at her head. He stopped and stood knowing he had her cornered.

"I'm telling you" my mum said shakily "I know nothing about the doomsday project"

"Yes you do" the voice sounded inhuman, as though all sense of self had been removed "all those with knowledge of doomsday must be killed"
"I'm telling you…" but before she could finish the assassin fired. She was dead before she hit the floor, blood already seeping out to form a pool within seconds.

And something in the memory I hadn't noticed before occurred. In the real version of events I must have closed the wardrobe door, but the assassin removed his balaclava after holstering his weapon.

Professor Birch…

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C26: So what d'you think of that!