Gabriel ran into the woods as fast as he could
Gabriel ran into the woods as fast as he could. He thought it was his entire fault that Sameness had returned to the community. The thirteen-year-old couldn't handle it; one minute he was the "Protector from Sameness", next, he was the "Bringer of Sameness". He was blamed by everyone but Jonas and Giver; everyone else thought it was him that brought the Sameness to them again.
Gabriel paused running to breath. "Why me? Why am I to blame?" He whispered softly. "Why does everyone blame me?"
"Not everyone blames you Gabriel," A voice behind him said. He felt a hand being placed gently on his shoulder.
He turned around, fearing that he was found and would be "released", in his case, death. But when he did, no one was there. He continued his escape from the community.
"Gabriel... Gabriel... Gabriel..." The same voice called. "Not everyone blames you Gabriel,"
Gabriel ran faster, trying to outrun the voice's owner.
"Not everyone blames you..." The voice repeated. "Jonas and Giver don't blame you..."
Gabriel continued to run, hoping the voice would give up. He knew already that Jonas and Giver didn't blame him because they helped him escape.
"Gabe... Gabe... Gabe..." The voice turned to a singing tune. "Gabe... Gabe... Gabe..."
Gabriel tried still to keep the voice out of his mind.
"Gabriel, go back... They don't really want to hurt you... There's no Sameness there..."
Gabriel couldn't take it anymore. "Leave me alone!"
"Why would I leave you now, Gabriel?" The voice wondered. "I want you to go back there... Don't worry, there's no Sameness..."
"Leave me alone!" Gabriel leaned facing a tree. "There is Sameness there,"
"How do you know?" The voice whispered, seeming to want to know more.
"Because," Gabriel answered. "Everyone, even me, can't see color anymore." He glanced up at the once blue sky. "The sky isn't blue anymore-just grey. Everything I see is only black and white."
"How do you know that it's not just you?" The voice, no longer seeming to be haunting, but kinder now.
"I asked Jonas, Giver, Samuel, and Cassia. They said they couldn't either," Gabriel muttered.
The voice was quiet but Gabriel and anyone else that could be there, heard footsteps getting closer to Gabriel. A cold hand lay on his shoulder. "Gabe, I can take some of the weight off your shoulders,"
"How can you?" He inquired slightly angry.
"Show me what gives you pain; give me some of the harmful memories that hurts your soul," The voice answered.
"No-I can't," Gabriel said.
"Why not?" The voice wondered. "Why can't I help ease your pain? Why can't you give me the memories that hurt you?"
"I just can't..." He whispered.
"Even if you say that, it doesn't mean you can't." The voice stated. "Come on Gabe. It'll help,"
"All right..."
"Help, someone..." A voice whispered. "Can't anyone help ease the pain?"
A man went to an ally where a teenager was holding a wound on her left arm that was over flowing with blood that covered her entire upper body.
The teenager glanced up at the man. "Help me, please," She pleaded eyes full of hope.
The man laughed, and held up an object in his hand, pointing it at the female. "Oh, I'll help."
She stared at the object, eyes now full of fear and anger. "No!"
"You said you wanted help," He sneered as he lifted the object above her heart and it fell...
The voice was quiet. "Go on," The voice said, stunned.
Gabriel sighed. "Murder... Cold blooded murder," He shivered from the memory he just gave.
"Water..." A coarse voice called.
Shots flew threw the air, hitting horses who fell but never rose-never to see another thing through it's eyes; men who clutched the new wounds, blood seeking through their fingers, wishing for mothers, water, forgiveness for sins, wanting a new chance of life after the horrible times finished; innocent children and women who just happened to be there at the wrong time. Swords fell upon people's hearts; some slicing people's flesh off until they were practically turned inside out.
"Mama!" A child cried as its body fell numb, eyes fluttered.
"Sarah!" The mother of the child screamed as a sword sliced her back.
A man in a blue coat, the once white clothing turned red, fell off his horse, taking four shots in his chest...
Gabriel waited for the voice to speak. When it didn't, he opened his mouth to speak.
"The Civil War, I know. The man was the first president centuries ago before Sameness." The voice interrupted. "Just go on."
No one knew the Terrorists wanted to do this. They never expected this would come...
The buildings on either side of them collapsed, their structure broken.
Black smoke surrounded the people descending, in the buildings, and on the ground, causing some to die from it, others living but having trouble to breathe.
As the horror grew, one man separate from the crowds, held his camera high and the light flashed.
The next day, on the newspaper, the title read "September 11th, Hundreds of People Die and Others in Hospital"...
"The day the famous twin towers fell as a plane accidentally flew through them." The voice muttered, seeming to want to wish that it never asked to take away the pain. "Continue."
Gabriel nodded slightly. "As you wish."
People smiled and celebrated carelessly, not knowing what would happen to them a few minutes later.
The captain was down with them, knowing the co-captain would take care of steering-besides, it was his time for a break.
But, unlike what the captain had thought, the co was dozing, tired from the celebrating he had done a few minutes before.
A wave hit them, throwing them off course right into their death beds...
"Titanic." Gabriel said, feeling that the voice had no idea what that was.
Gabriel was just about to bring another memory up, when he heard sobbing.
"Stop, please, no more." The voice wept, the cold hand removed from Gabriel, the voice itself sounding as if it wasn't so near Gabriel than before.
Gabriel turned and saw a woman, on the outside looking in her forties but really in her early thirties, crying on the other side of him.
He walked over to her and sat down. "Who are you?"
The woman glanced up at him through her hands. "My father is Giver."
"Rosemary?" Gabriel wondered, confused, even he saw the video of Rosemary giving herself the shot, her body falling to the ground, limp.
"Yes, Rosemary."