The orange flames licking the grand mansion did nothing to ease the chill that emminent chill that sinked into her very flesh. Clutching Mr Teddy, she blinked over and over, her lashes trying to rid of the translucent sheet of rain that fell so lightly, it seemed like snowflakes drifting down from the heavens. But there is no heaven. This was hell on earth.
The crunching off boots against the shrapnel and debris reached her tiny ears. Through the rain, a shadowy figure emerged, barely a shilloute in the shadow of the flames.
'Come,' he ordered.
'Why isn't the water killing the fire?'
'I don't know child. For now, you must come with me.'
With a hand on her shoulder, they dissapeared into the night.
Life after that has been a blur. He lives to fight, sometimes I try to follow, but I always got into his way. He loves me, I know that. I know it when he asks me if I'm OK, when he hides little trinkets in my room so I wouldn't know he got them for me on purpose. But sometimes, its like he never wants me around. I don't understand, I am only ten.
The battle raged on. The thunderous firing of machinery deafened the ear. Only the trained and expert would be able to fight under such perilous conditions. A band of fighters, clothed in black, struggled to fend off the surging millitary.
'Whats the stats?'
'Half section of the building has blown. Main structure damaged by 80 percent. Its gonna come down soon.'
'Roger.'
As if ruled by tendril of thought, the pair shot cables to the opposite building, readying themselves for the timely escape. Only one made it. The other fell like a doll, laying in a crumpled heap 10 storeys bellow. A strangled, agony-filled yell followed. But the child did not die.
I don't remember anything before the helicopter. Yes, dad was beside me, holding on. Thats what I call him now. I am his, he saved me from my family's dissintegrating house; from being chared to death, just as my family. But something was not right. Dad was screaming. Why? Slowly, my eyes began to adjust, and I stared down at a pad full of people. I... I don't understand anything. Dad was still shouting, cursing in fact, but still my ears were filled with cotton - I couldn't hear a damn thing! Then he shot two people in the front. Silence. I looked around. By Gods! The pad was failing, falling like a bird shot out of the sky. We both then looked down at the men in black coats seated at the back, fearing their wrath of vengeance for killing their leaders.
'Good job mate.' one of them smiled as he took of his glasses.
Beside me, dad relaxed too. I suppose they were our men.
The tall figure looked uneasy in the luxurious surroundings. Indeed he would have been more fit as a street urchin. Many guests in fine silk eyed this lone figure with disgust. He sighed.
'Daddy!' He turned to face someone half his size, clothed in a delicate frock of pale pink. She was smiling.
'So, how do I look?' She frowned, unaccustomed to the finer things in life.
'Sends shivers down my spine,' he replied, shrugging.
'What?! Dad!' And unsatisfactory feature replaced the uncertaincy.
'Oh Emma darling, how lovely! It is so wonderful to have you back,' A woman of enormous proportions strided down the elaborate Greek stairway.
'Look dear, everyone is here to see you... You have been too long away,' she said, smiling.
And thank you for returning her,' This she directed to the man. It was said briskly, courteously, but not without hint of superiority and hardness.
The man gave a nod, and turned to leave.
'Dad, where are you going?'
There was no reply... Slowly, he got into his vehicle, and it roared to life. During the entire exit, he did not look back, not even once. The girl was frozen, tears gathered like crystal pools as she realised he was leaving.
'Dad... Daddy..... Daddy no!' The first and final attempt to reach the retreating vehicle failed...
'DADDY DON'T LEAVE ME!!!' Followed her guardian angel, the only family she ever had since her own had perished.
'He made you call him 'daddy'? How despicable.' Her glittery aunt stood beside the crumpled child, no mercy in her words, no emotion...
While the child's sobs echoed through the night.
The crunching off boots against the shrapnel and debris reached her tiny ears. Through the rain, a shadowy figure emerged, barely a shilloute in the shadow of the flames.
'Come,' he ordered.
'Why isn't the water killing the fire?'
'I don't know child. For now, you must come with me.'
With a hand on her shoulder, they dissapeared into the night.
Life after that has been a blur. He lives to fight, sometimes I try to follow, but I always got into his way. He loves me, I know that. I know it when he asks me if I'm OK, when he hides little trinkets in my room so I wouldn't know he got them for me on purpose. But sometimes, its like he never wants me around. I don't understand, I am only ten.
The battle raged on. The thunderous firing of machinery deafened the ear. Only the trained and expert would be able to fight under such perilous conditions. A band of fighters, clothed in black, struggled to fend off the surging millitary.
'Whats the stats?'
'Half section of the building has blown. Main structure damaged by 80 percent. Its gonna come down soon.'
'Roger.'
As if ruled by tendril of thought, the pair shot cables to the opposite building, readying themselves for the timely escape. Only one made it. The other fell like a doll, laying in a crumpled heap 10 storeys bellow. A strangled, agony-filled yell followed. But the child did not die.
I don't remember anything before the helicopter. Yes, dad was beside me, holding on. Thats what I call him now. I am his, he saved me from my family's dissintegrating house; from being chared to death, just as my family. But something was not right. Dad was screaming. Why? Slowly, my eyes began to adjust, and I stared down at a pad full of people. I... I don't understand anything. Dad was still shouting, cursing in fact, but still my ears were filled with cotton - I couldn't hear a damn thing! Then he shot two people in the front. Silence. I looked around. By Gods! The pad was failing, falling like a bird shot out of the sky. We both then looked down at the men in black coats seated at the back, fearing their wrath of vengeance for killing their leaders.
'Good job mate.' one of them smiled as he took of his glasses.
Beside me, dad relaxed too. I suppose they were our men.
The tall figure looked uneasy in the luxurious surroundings. Indeed he would have been more fit as a street urchin. Many guests in fine silk eyed this lone figure with disgust. He sighed.
'Daddy!' He turned to face someone half his size, clothed in a delicate frock of pale pink. She was smiling.
'So, how do I look?' She frowned, unaccustomed to the finer things in life.
'Sends shivers down my spine,' he replied, shrugging.
'What?! Dad!' And unsatisfactory feature replaced the uncertaincy.
'Oh Emma darling, how lovely! It is so wonderful to have you back,' A woman of enormous proportions strided down the elaborate Greek stairway.
'Look dear, everyone is here to see you... You have been too long away,' she said, smiling.
And thank you for returning her,' This she directed to the man. It was said briskly, courteously, but not without hint of superiority and hardness.
The man gave a nod, and turned to leave.
'Dad, where are you going?'
There was no reply... Slowly, he got into his vehicle, and it roared to life. During the entire exit, he did not look back, not even once. The girl was frozen, tears gathered like crystal pools as she realised he was leaving.
'Dad... Daddy..... Daddy no!' The first and final attempt to reach the retreating vehicle failed...
'DADDY DON'T LEAVE ME!!!' Followed her guardian angel, the only family she ever had since her own had perished.
'He made you call him 'daddy'? How despicable.' Her glittery aunt stood beside the crumpled child, no mercy in her words, no emotion...
While the child's sobs echoed through the night.
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Note : This is my most recent dream. I have had many which I remember since childhood. These dreams are not the ones which slips through cupped palms like water does. Why do some dreams like this one, stay? I cannot answer that. I just think its time I told their story. So if some parts are a complete blur, it is because it was dreamt like that. I have tried my best to fill most gapping holes in the story.
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Fun Fact : I woke up just as the child (myself) crumpled to the ground in violent convulsions of despair. That morning, there was a light drizzle. Somehow, it felt oddly nostalgic. On the highway, I saw the most beautiful thing that morning - a rainbow. A full arc, just like the ones in story books. And somewhere, I knew, that my angel was watching over me.
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Fun Fact : I woke up just as the child (myself) crumpled to the ground in violent convulsions of despair. That morning, there was a light drizzle. Somehow, it felt oddly nostalgic. On the highway, I saw the most beautiful thing that morning - a rainbow. A full arc, just like the ones in story books. And somewhere, I knew, that my angel was watching over me.
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