Somewhere between Entrada and Marionette. Olivia's first night back.
"Please don't. Please. Stop. PLEASE," I yell pleadingly as I'm getting injected with God knows what. They're about to take me to be chopped up before they send me back over, so they can experiment on my insides. To these people I'm no more than an animal being prepared for slaughter.
As the guy drags me to the lab I kick and scream trying to free myself. Not that it'd do much good, though. They've added security since the last time I escaped. My fighting quickly stops as what he injected me with sets in. Apparently it was some sort of sedative. After I go limp he easily gets me the rest of the way.
I can't move. I can't see. I'm stuck on my back looking up into a bright light. I can hear a couple of faint voices over to the side of me.
One of the voices gets closer. As they get right beside me they block out the light overhead.
Once my eyes adjust I see Walternate standing over me holding a huge knife. He lowers it slowly to my head with a smile on his face, torturing me as much as he can right before I die. He's definitely the last thing I want to see on this earth.
In one swift movement he cuts open my forehead.
I think of Peter.
I jolt awake screaming at the top of my lungs. My hair is stuck to my face from the cold sweat. It takes me a second to catch my breath.
"It was just a dream, Olivia, just a dream," I say, trying to calm myself.
Only it wasn't just a dream. Something like that could've really happened, was so close to happening. If it wasn't for the Broyles over there, I wouldn't be alive right now. If he would've been just a few minutes later than he was, I wouldn't be alive right now.
I let a few tears fall while thinking of him and how he died saving my life. Me, someone from a different world, when he had so much to live for in his world. He was willing to leave his wife and kid that needed him for me. But not only for me, for his universe. I have to keep the promise I made to him. I have to save both universes. Only, I don't know how I'm going to do it. I don't know how I can save anyone. As I think about over there more and the large task in my hands a loud sob escapes my mouth.
I have to compose myself quickly and get out of bed so I can get ready for work. I know Broyles is letting me have some time off after all that's happened, but I need to be working. I may not be as emotionally stable as I should for my job, but I need to try. I have to keep myself busy. Free-time is not something I need an abundance of right now. Time just allows for more thinking. Thinking of all the things I'd rather forget.
More to come soon.