.Fourth chapter
.Thanks to:
-mEEm: for correct me with the word "promise". I'm glad you like my story.
-fanofiction: I'm glad you love this.
-moviemaniac12: Glad you like it. Yes, this story is different, because I like to imagine that Phillipa is remembering episodes of her past meanwhile she is talking with Arthur or Eames. About the pairing... I'm thinking of it. I'm not going to make any promises, but I don't know yet.
And for all the people who read this!
.I DON'T OWN INCEPTION.
.A contest for the reviewers: Suggest me the love pairing for the story! / or x/x ? You decide! (SUGGESTIONS FOR THE STORY ARE ACCEPTED TOO)
Once we got into uncle Arthur's apartment, I ran to his fridge. Hell, I was hungry and I wanted a cigarette so badly.
"Fuck, I need a cigarette. Do you have any uncle Eames?"
He gave me one. Uncle Arthur just sigh while he tried to make some tea. He really hated my bad habit but I couldn't stop it in those days.
Then, I checked up my phone. There was a missing call and a text, from him.
"At least let me know if you are ok. Miss you"
"What the fuck?"
"What is it?"
"It's my father. 'At least let me know if you are ok, miss you'"
"Are you going to answer him?"
"I don't know uncle Arthur, maybe. And then I will throw my phone into the river "
"Why are you running? Are you pregnant?"
"Of course not uncle Eames, it's just-"
"If he didn't told me before, I doubt she'll tell you a word-"
"We had a discution and he hit me"
A couple days ago I was coming home from the mall. I graduated and I was going to the UCLA in a month. I entered and saw Ariadne and dad in the garden. I could not heard a word of their chat but he seemed a little sad.
I got closer, and I hear everything I needed.
"You know you didn't kill her. You saved her, but she lost herself"
"But... yesterday I had a dream. It was so real Ariadne"
"I know. You mind to tell me about it?"
"I was in the window beside her. And she was going to jump, but I don't know why... she tried to came inside, and I push her, and she fell"
He was crying.
"It's ok Dom, breath"
"But, I should be with her that night. Maybe, I could prevent her, or something-"
"It's ok Dom, you are here now. With me and the kids, everything is alright"
I knew my mother committed suicide, but I didn't knew that he was with her that night. I didn't know why she killed herself.
"What did you say?"
"Phillipa, what are you-"
"Repeat what you said"
"What-"
"I'm not talking with you, Ariadne."
"Phillipa, we talked about this before"
"You were with her, you let her die"
I was crying, and he was in front of me, with tears on his face. Ariadne just stood beside him.
"YOU LET HER DIE!"
"I did not Phillipa. She was lost, you know that"
"I HEARD YOU! YOU COULDN'T HELP HER AND LET HER DIE!"
He slapped my face. I think he couldn't measure his strength, because my nose started to bleed. I fell into the floor and tears started to ran down my face and mixed with my blood.
"Bloody hell how-"
"But, wait Eames... how- what-?"
"I never talk to him since that day, a month ago"
"Philli, I'm sorry-"
He tried to help me, but I ran in the floor. Ariadne tried to help me too, but I step away of them. I was hurt, and all I wanted that day was jump from the window of my room, just like her.
"Never touch me again"
I ran upstairs, and locked myself in my room. He was outside, trying to talk to me, it was late.
"And what did you do then?"
"I left my room a day later. My cheek was bruised, but my nose was ok. He tried to apologize to me like a million times, but I did not say anything to him. Even Ariadne tried to talk to me, but she was the last person who needs to explain a word about it. I never told this to James, he's a kid"
"But-"
"I had some savings, so I left home and went to a hotel. I think it was the best decision . I talked to grandpa and he said that I needed to talk to my father, but I didn't and I don't want to see him again"
"Phillipa, I think you need to know somethings. But you need to talk this with Dom, not with us"
"I know, but I just don't want to see him. You don't understand me. All these years, I saw how he forgot Mal, my mother. And tried to change her with Ariadne. It's not fair Uncle Arthur"
"Phillipa... did you know why your mother jump from that window the night of her anniversary with Dom?"
"Because she was... she was insane. My father made her insane"
"No Phillipa, she jumped from that window because she thought she was dreaming"
When I was a kid, I remembered dad carrying a silver box with him in his room.
"What is that daddy?"
"What, angel?"
"That silver box"
"Is something I work with, but isn't important. Come on, let's go downstairs with mum"
He always put that silver box very high, far away where my hands could not touch it. The day he left when mum died, the silver box was gone.
"I know you want me to talk to him, but you don't need to invent a crazy story. I'm almost eighteen"
"Phillipa, we are not lying. Did you know what is this?"
He showed me a silver box, the same silver box that I saw when I was a child.
"This is a PASIV. With this machine, you can conect you with others and share a dream"
"Are you fucking kidding me, right?"
Uncle Eames sit beside me, while uncle Arthur sat in front of me. He opened the silver box. There was a machine with some needles on it.
"Your dad was exploring the concept of the dream share with Mal. Before they get married, we were a team. We work with this"
"But... how?"
"We work for corporations, in what we call dream espionage. We can enter to subconscious and steal and idea from your mind-"
"Or plant one"
"How?"
"I'm a forger. I can forge people in a dream, changing my body, face, everything in order to look like we wanted to for a job"
"I'm a point man, which means that I'm in charge of all the information for the job, such as... information from the mark, the planning of the job and the security of the team"
"Your dad was the architect. He built the dream for the job, like cities, a house... anything"
"And Mum... she used to work in this?"
"When she worked with us, she was the architect and Dom was the extractor"
"And what is a extractor?"
"An extractor in the one who lead the team in order to perfom the job, and extract the idea from the mind, or plant one"
I was shocked. This was a new world for me. A world that I thought it never existed.
"I want to try it"
Uncle Arthur nodded and help me with the needle.
"We are going under seconds after you. Just be calm. Ready?"
"Ready"
I woke up in a bar. I could not remember how I get there, but as soon as I started to think that I was in a dream, everyone there started to looking at me.
Uncle Eames and uncle Arthur appear just behind me.
"Stay calm"
"Why are they looking at me?"
"You are the dreamer, and is my subconscious. You can change everything here but, more you change, more the projections would converge on you"
"Converge?"
"They will attack you. Is like a defense mecanism"
"How you change your look, uncle Eames"
"Like this"
His face changed completely, and started to look more like uncle Arthur. He was forging uncle Arthur.
"And I can change everything on me, my height, my eyes, my hair. Even my voice"
"Can you forge women? Animals? Objects?"
"Not objects"
"Can you get back please, I don't want too see you acting like me"
He returned as uncle Eames. I walked out the bar trying to change things like uncle Arthur said, but we heard a strange noise.
"What is that?"
"The kick"
"What's a kick?"
The walls started to fall, like we were in a demolition zone or something. I was beaten by one wall when I wake up into reality.
"When you die in a dream you wake up. I use Edith Piaf's song 'Non Je Ne Regrette Rien '. The song let me know when we are close to awake. In reality, I will make you fall, so you will wake up"
"But... How my mother-"
"About that, you need to talk with Dom. We are not the appropiate persons to tell you what you want to know"
"I'm not going back to the States. So please uncle Arthur, uncle Eames... I need to know"
I was crying, begging for a little bit of information in order to understand things. My heart was already broken.
"Philli darling, I'm not your father, and this isn't my place to tell you these things, but you want to know the truth... and I can't see you hurt"
"No Eames. Dom-"
"It's too late Arthur. She needs too know"
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