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Midnight Run-- Chapter One-- The Dream |
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Snow fell softly from the heavens above, descending on the bland, grey world below. The snow sparkled and shimmered, covering the vast nothing in the tar and cement strip. There was no light in this street. None that was produced by man. A dark cloud slowly slid by, revealing the moon's full and serene face, showing the world what was really on it's surface. Shuffles in the snow, dull crunching as the tiny crystals were packed down. Two figures emerged from the dark, hand in hand. The male scoured the street with his claret orbs, as if seeing the world for the first time. His raven hair floated before his eyes, his free hand swiping the strands away. 'Where am I?' he questioned his surroundings, the glimmering stone and glass building exteriors giving no answer.
"Come on, Matthias. We're going to be late!" The angel to his tight spoke in cheerful tones, turning to smile a smile so... Familiar. Her raven hair cascaded elegantly around her petite frame, setting off the white dress that flowed just right over her , the color shining just like the snow in her hair. Her eyes were what caught him, making the world seem like it was standing still. Those eyes, ever shifting ans swirling, could suck a person in. Blue in color, yet covered in silver that never stayed in one place, moving in waves like foam over a stormy sea. He'd known those enchanting eyes from the moment he was born. This angel had his sister's face. The angel turned and continued dragging him down the street.
"I can't believe you're 18 already. My, how time flies..." Her tone sounded dreamy, a small smile of reminiscence upon her lips. Matthias wanted to laugh, but held it in to save the angel's feelings. His birthday was in a couple months, not today. "Lillith has saved something special for you. She'll be disappointed if she doesn't get to give it to you." There was humor in the angel's voice. What was so funny about Lillith's gift? He could guess it was birth control pills of a box of condoms or something. Both his sister and Lillith-- her partner in crime-- had odd ideas of gifts. They though it was exciting to give him boxers on his 16th birthday. He couldn't decide which was more embarrassing-- the actual receiving of their present, or the thought of them rummaging around his room trying to figure out his size. He'd bought a lock for his door after that.
The angel kept him following her, her hand clasped firmly in his, as if she were afraid of losing him. As if there was something to fear. Surely, angels didn't fear anything, they didn't have anything to fear. Nothing could harm them. And the angel turned, her face contorted in fear. There was a light coming closer in her eyes, closing in.
The next thing he knew, he was lying in a hospital bed, Lillith clutching his hand and weeping. Her fiery red hair had been swept up into a bun, loose strands of hair framing her face. She looked stunning in the black velvet dress she had on. Her violet eyes looked down on him in relief as she flung her arms around him. 'Lillith... what?' "Oh, thank goodness! I thought you were dead!" Her usual cheeriness was tossed aside, her voice heavy with tears. Suddenly, she stiffened, pulling away from him. "Matt... I'm sorry." Another on-pour of tears flowed from those lovely eyes. 'Why?' he wanted to ask, the room turning fuzzy. "Jennamye... She..." Her voice cracked, sorrow covering her very being from head to toe.
Matthias no longer saw Lillith-- she had been replaced with the angel from before. An SUV lay dormant and blazing where it had crashed into the side of the building, the driver most likely already dead. Matthias looked down into fading eyes, a sudden overwhelming feeling of fear washing over him, the silver in those eyes he knew so well slipping away. Those arms which embraced him more times than he could count were being stained red, the snow beneath them quickly adopting the same color. His sister smiled up at him, despite the huge strip of steel embedded in her stomach, her body broken battered and bloody. Her lips moved to speak her last words, yet all was silent, falling on deaf ears.
Lillith needn't say more-- his whole world was ripped away. The hospital room spun out of view, along with the vision; the warmth of the darkness enveloping him.
Where was he going now? Why did it matter?
Large cherry wood double doors appeared before him. He was standing in front of this door, black steel handles daring him to open it, a red runway carpet placed over black marble. He swung open the doors, walking into a large audience room. Walking down the red runway in the now pearl-white room, he saw another angel.
‘No..’ his mind told him. ‘Not an angel. The Pearl Princess’
How he knew this, he did not know. Hair the color of honey curled loosely down to her knees, complementing her peach-colored skin and the white dress she wore, the color looking more like the moon's rays on that milky gem she stood for. The Princess smiled a dazzling, heart-stopping smile. She walked down the few steps from her throne and took his face into her hands. “Not now, Matthias. She won’t allow me to.” She kissed him so gently; softly he couldn’t help but melt into it.
The door to the audience chamber creaked open, startling Matthias out of his entranced stupor. He turned around, and there was Lillith. Standing there with wide violet eyes, her lavender and white gown torn and astray in some places, her fiery shock of hair mussed up. There was a hurt, an accusation, a sorrow in those eyes. “I should have known you would be here, Matthias.” She spat this out, tears running down her dirty cheeks. “You Traitor. You’re just like your sister! The queen was right… I see the truth now.” She turned and slammed the door, making her hasty escape from heart break and rejection. Matthias took a step to chase after her and explain when the room blurred and faded.
A constant, high-pitched beeping marched through Matthias Tieasto’s ear drums. Groggily, he turned over, opening an eye to peer at the glaring red numbers. 6:30 am, it said. With a groan, he rolled back over and got up, turning off his alarm clock. “What a kooky dream.” He commented to himself, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and stretching. Jumping out of bed, he wandered out into the house. There was something amiss, something missing. “Jennamye?”
_Xareyalti Serenade_ · Sun Dec 17, 2006 @ 06:07am · 0 Comments |
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