The Mystery Within
My First Inception Fic, Don't Own The Movie Or Characters. Enjoy!
Chapter Six
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They entered the greenhouse, the warm and fresh smell of plants and flowers filled the air.
Ariadne wandered around the glass place, admirng the beautiful sights which took some of her troubles away for a bit.
Dom sat on a pine chair, studying her quietly until she spun around to face him with a faint blush on her cheeks.
"Please sit," He offered the other empty seat which she instanly sat down and clasped her hands together.
"So what is the problem, Ariadne? The last time we met, you were a confident woman. But what I see is a distressed and frightened child." He asked.
She took a heavy breath and began her story from the very begining to now.
It was well over a hour until Ariadne was finished speaking.
Silence fell on them for a couple of minutes, then Dom broke it.
"Eames told me about his feelings for you as well." He said, waiting for a reaction.
Ariadne stared at him in horror, why was it that she was the only one that didn't know?
Full fury and anger pushed her temper to a alarming high, violence and chaos burned in her mind raging like a inferno.
She stood up with so much force that the chair fell backwards on the floor.
"How dare all of you keep such a secret like that? It wouldn't surprise me that Miles knows too." Ariadne hissed.
The quick dart of Dom's eyes from her to the floor was a good enough answer.
She stormed towards the door, wanting the warm air to caress her like a embrace.
"Eames needs you, Ariadne. More than Arthur." Dom said, freezing her steps.
Slowly she turned to face him, a heavy frown was across her face.
"What?" She whispered.
"He needs you not only for you but for a job I'm planning for us to do." He replied.
She shook her head.
"I'm not doing all that again, Dom. Forget it. I'll be on the plane back home tomorrow to sort things out with Arthur."
With that, Ariadne opened the door and slammed it behind her.
She laid on the bed, everything was packed and ready to go back to America.
But what was waiting for her back there other than Arthur's bloody hands?
To see the injured Eames in a forbidden moment, sob for his injures and say that she couldn't love him at all?
No, the thought of looking at him terrified her yet a small voice in the back of her mind wanted her to.
Dom's idea of a another job was stupid and risky, she would never forget the terriying final moments of it.
The sun was setting for the day, night was nearly close.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips, it was best to get some rest now before getting up early to catch the plane.
So she took off her clothes, replacing them with her pjs and got underneath the sheets.
Ariadne checked her phone, over ten messages and three voicemails were there.
All by Arthur.
Deleting the lot, she switched it off and closed her eyes to begin dreaming...
Everything was so extraordinary, beautiful and awesome,
Buildings were folding like a pack of cards, the sky was upside down,
Ariadne wandered through this strange new world, admiring her skills.
But when she turned her head, his familer face pointed at her direction.
Those eyes looked right through Ariadne's soul, making a powerful effect that no other could do.
She parted her lips, the soft gentle breeze blew her hair like a caress.
Suddenly, passing cars rushed by in a alarming speed that blocked her vision of him.
Once they disappeared, he was no longer there.
"No." She whispered, willing her legs to move in a slow montioned run.
All around her, the world was constanly changing that seemed out of control.
The simple casual clothes she was wearing had changed to a long white gown with thrills on the skirts and a corset on top.
Her brown hair bounced against her shoulder blades, crystal dangling earrings tapping her neck.
A large and proud building stood in her way, the brown booming doors opened once she was close.
Sweeping melodies played loudly, people were dancing old time moves with masks on their faces.
They stopped and noticed the breathless Ariadne, everything was silent in a flash.
Her eyes looked around until they caught the crowd stepping aside for some reason.
Once he came to vision, Ariadne felt her heart pound furiously against her chest.
Offering a simple hand to her, she slowly placed hers into his.
A loud ear-piercing sound echoed that made the women scream loudly.
Ariadne turned away from him to look upon in pure horror of what caused the noise.
There he stood, holding a pistol with the smoke breathing out of the holes.
She moved her head back to the man that was still holding her hand even tightly now.
Blood was oozing fast now, enough for he to collasp on the golden floor.
Her scream was long and haunting, it broke every window in the building leaving dangerous pieces everywhere.
She held him in her arms, shock and fear filled those mysterious eyes of his.
"I...love...you, Ariadne." He whispered.
Before she could reply, he died.
She turned to the gunman who laughed evilly over and over again, only for he to turn in a horrifying demon with chilling red eyes and sharp fangs.
"YOU ARE MINE FOREVER, ARIADNE!" He roared.
"NOOOOOO!" She yelled.
Ariadne awoke with a yelp, her body covered in sweat and her heart pounding against her chest.
The dream looked, felt and seemed so real for her.
Eames was the man who held her hand and Arthur was the demon, something that should've been the other way around.
She laid back on the pillow, waiting for sleep to claim her once more.
Author's Note: Chapter Seven Up Soon!