Christine dans Deux
An Alternate Multiverse - A Phantom of the Opera Story
Nyasia A. Maire
© 2006
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Chapter Fifty – The Dream Descendent
I dream.
There is a boy and girl playing tag in a meadow. First, the girl chases the boy. She is quick and agile. Her long dark brown hair is unfetter and flies free behind her as she darts about the meadow on her quest to catch the boy. At last she corners him at the edge of the meadow and tags him. The two fall to the ground laughing. They embrace as only sweet innocents can. Suddenly, the girl kisses the boy on the cheek. She jumps to her feet and begins to run from the boy. The boy, stunned by the kiss, remains lying in the grass. And it is at that moment, the boy becomes a young man. He rises from the grass and his pursuit of the girl begins. To the girl, their game of moments before remains the same. To the boy, his pursuit of the girl is a game no more. The longer he pursues the girl, the stronger his desire for her becomes. When at last he corners her, she turns to him to admit defeat and sees her beloved friend no more. She sees a man. The boy-man takes the girl by the wrist and throws her to the ground. The girl lands hard on the ground. As she lands, her skirts fly up revealing her creamy thighs which further enflame the youth's passion. He follows her to the ground and begins to take what he desires of the girl. She whimpers in fear of her friend. He strokes her hair, kisses her neck and grinds his hips into hers. Her closed eyes open to gaze upon the face of her attacker. She begins to scream. The familiar face torn into two. On the right, the beautiful face of her friend. On the left, the twisted face of a stranger. The girl faints. The boy takes no notice and continues to ravage the limp body of the girl. He takes her unconscious body there in the field and her first blood falls onto the ground. His passion spent. The boy-man sees what he has done and is horrified. He sits on the ground next to his playmate covering his face with his hands. He begins to cry. Violent sobs rack his body. The noise of his grief awakens the girl. Her eyes open to the sight of her heartbroken friend crying. Her first and only thought is to console him. She sits and pulls the weeping boy-man into a comforting embrace. She soothes him with gentle words, patting his back and stroking his hair. When at last the sobs subside, the boy lowers his hands from his face and he looks up at the girl. At the sight of her friend's ruined face, she does not scream or avert her eyes in horror. She reaches out her hands and cups them to his face. The girl leans to the right and kisses the cheek of her friend. Then the girl-woman leans to the left and kisses the cheek of the stranger. The two sit on the ground, knee to knee, forehead to forehead, arms wrapped about each other.
"What have I done?"
The words echo through my mind as I awake.