I don't own anything, but I'm not sure if this disclaimer's really necessary as I never mentioned anyone's name in this thing.


The rain, I remember the rain. I heard it pattering down on the roof of that dark, windowless room, and to me it sounded like gunfire.

I remember the rain, falling harshly on my frail, ten-year old body as it soaked through my thin clothes and into my skin, its creeping tendrils of coldness freezing my heart.

I remember the rain, diluting the blood covering my father as I pushed my dripping hair out of my face and wondered at what I had done.

I remember the rain, mingling with the tears running down my cheeks as I cried for the very last time.

I remember the rain, hammering onto the high-tech glass roof of the building of the Organisation, as I squashed any fear or regret that had ever existed in me.

I remember the rain, streaming down the windows as I squinted through binoculars at the house opposite.

I remember the rain, temporarily forgotten the moment I saw her face.

I remember the rain, the sound of it against the background of beeping machines as I struggled to lift heavy eyelids.

I remember the rain, my only companion in that cold white room besides the agony.

I remember the rain, beating on this tiny cabin like drums of a funeral march.

I remember the rain, accompanied by the sound of an engine.

I remember the rain, drowned out by a crash as the front door flew open.

I remember the rain, as it ran down the shining blades of unsheathed knives.

I can see the rain now.


This is a random little thing that I wrote... randomly, when it was raining. It's a bit pointless, a bit rubbish, please don't flame. But review, anyway, because they give me a happy.