Just Another Dream (Alex)

The snow outside the large window falls slowly, almost uncaring. A little girl, nine years old, watches as the snow falls down, silently. Her blond hair is cut short, giving the impression of a boy with her black jeans and big, black leather jacket. It was open, so one could see the navy camisole that was a little too loose. A large man walked through the broken door of the girl's bedroom. The room itself had no color-gray-and was as empty as the girl's emotions. There was a nice queen-sized bed in the right corner, as well as a black vanity, but the newspaper on the floor, the farthest place from her bed, is where the girl slept every night. Living this way was the only key to survival in her world. The man knelt down behind her, showing his respect.

The girl sighed.

"He wishes to see you, before your departure, sir."

The girl turned her head slightly, so one of her black eyes faced the man. He instantly shivered and adverted his eyes. "Leave," she commanded forcefully. He practically ran out of the room. Another man entered, not kneeling like the last. He stood beside her, looking out the same window, though he didn't dare touch her. He silently handed her a black mask. It was enough to cover her eyes, like a masquerade only anything but feminine. The girl took it from him, holding it in her hands, staring at it.

"I don't see why I have to wear it. I don't want to hide myself. Why shouldn't I be the monster that I am?" She looked up to the man. A few moments of silence passed, and she spoke again putting on the mask, tying the fabric tight behind her head,

"Whatever, I am fine with being who I am. I actually enjoy being who I am, it's rather fun actually. The screams… It satisfies you like nothing else. If only I could hear those screams forever." She looked back to the man again. Another five minutes of silence passed.

"No, I plan to do this for as long as I'm needed, as you always said. Why don't you join us this time? It would be good for you, since you haven't loosened up in a while." Again she looked back to the man's response. Another long pause followed before the girl looked to the window one last time. A faint movement caught her trained eye and she smiled menacingly, making the man shiver.

"I know. That's just how I like it." She turned and exited the room, leaving the man behind to gaze at the snow.

Gently falling…

Silent.

I opened my eyes, only to see the dark ceiling above my head. Gently sitting up, I looked around the room to see that it was still dark, it was still night. Glancing at the barred window, I noticed that the sun was beginning to peak above the trees of the distant forest. My hands instantly found my head and began to rub my temples. Again. How many times will it play until I actually get to dream about something that I want to dream about? I've had this dream before, many times. Honestly, I referred to that girl as a boy, based on her appearance and action, even her voice, but I still knew that she was a girl. She was a girl with no chest and had to stuff a sock down her pants. The girl never wanted to be girly, and never dared to become one. In the dream the bed was covered with a light layer of dust, and the black vanity would basically be called white with all of the collecting dust. It was the newspaper that never got dusty. The articles were all about recent killings supposedly done by the same person.

Every time this dream consumed my sleep not one thing would change. The man who stood next to the girl always had his face hidden by a dark cloud. Every time he spoke nothing would come out, it would be completely silent, but the girl responded as if she heard him. Maybe she did. That girl was cold, emotionless, and just horrifying. She was truly a monster, and she loved it. I wanted to kill her, but my body resisted. It always did. I would appear in it as I am now, but no one could see me, which meant no one would see me kill her, let alone try to stop me. Every night I would think to kill her, and every night my body-my being-would resist and I would wind up looking out at the falling snow.

Sighing, I quietly leaped out of bed and landed in a crouched position on the floor. I smiled at my flawless landing. Getting up slowly, I turned to face the beds. Travis was deep in sleep, probably dreaming about in his own free will. I envied him. I didn't bother grabbing my sweatshirt, since it was definitely too early for anyone to be up. So, as quiet as one could possibly get when opening a door, I stepped out to find all of my guards fast asleep. My face twisted in disgust, pathetic. I turned my attention from the lazy guards to the empty hallway. It was dark, pitch-black to be more specific. What to do, what to do… Only an idiot would walk right through, triggering all of the invisible sensors, which were as visible as day to me. Walls are ok, but, figuring my escape last time, I'm sure Letta had the walls poisoned. By the foul stench in the air, she coated them in acid. I really didn't feel like receiving any additional burn marks for such a small task. The ceiling was the only option on my mind right now. Giving an inward sigh, I used the doorknob to easily jump to the narrow ceiling of the hallway, looking back to find that no one had even stirred, drifted from their idiotic dreams. From there, it was just the simple task of crawling while grappled to the ceiling. Easy enough…that is, if it wasn't for the palms of my hands beginning to burn. The sensation was annoying, the burning of my skin, but that's what happens when one does not check how high the coating of acid reaches on the walls. Well done, Letta. However, I will not take this lying down. I see many well-constructed infuriating pranks in your future. Ignoring the dull cries of my skin, I continued until I reached the end. By then, my palms were beginning to chafe. What else would you expect if they were burned every other day? My hands were well past use to this.

To my left, the hall was empty with blackness. It wasn't as if there was much of it anyway, since the entrance to the school hallway was diagonal from this one, and past that was a dead end, well, except for the old wooden door that opened to a spiral staircase to the rooftop, my place to think, to plot the best escapes. To the right was the same clear darkness. If I kept going straight, without taking a left to the cafeteria then I would find the girls' bathroom, my destination. To think that I have to go through all this trouble just to reach the girls' bathroom, how wasteful. A part of me started to laugh at how easy this was and at how annoying the lack of difficulty on the Advisor's part was. She could do so much better than acid on the walls. Ignoring the voice inside my body, I continued on, using the other walls, uncovered with acid, to make my way to the bathroom. Once there I swung myself inside, adding a little triple flip just for amusement.

"Show off much?" a recognizable voice said from behind me.

Smiling, I closed my eyes, turning around, "I'm surprised, Van, you're actually on time?"

He started stretching, "Yeah, well, you try getting past the guys dorm without telling them that you're going to the girls bathroom. For most guys its cool but for me its 'coming out of the closet'." I raised an eyebrow and he waved his hands around him for emphasis, "I'm a dude in a chicks bathroom! If that doesn't say gay then I don't know what does!"

I gave a small laugh, "You know, saying that you're gay is an offense to all Homosexuals. I think you owe them all an apology." Van gives a hrmph and slides down the wall so he sits lazily on the ground, a pout on his face. It wasn't hard to guess where he came from. The vent door was open and I practically heard him from my room. " Well, if I discovered you in here then I would just mark you down as a perve."

"Like that would change anything," he mumbled. Rolling my eyes I moved to sink, staring myself down in the mirror. I looked as I always did, the scars glowing silver in the dark, but my eyes... Something was missing...

"So," Van began, bringing me back into reality. Mentally pushing that thought aside for later, I turned around and leaned against the counter, looking to the wall in front of me. "I couldn't get anything on the grumpy kid. Sorry. However, I did spend the day with him while you were out, and it seems that some of your notions were right."

"Hm, as I expected. They definitely sent him here for a reason, that's only logical since he's a guy, but the real question is: Why? I'm certain that They're using him like They did in the past...but as to how They're plan is going to be executed is a complete blank." Just what are you planning with using Orchowski?

"Ah, beats me. Maybe the Advisor wants you to fall for him or something? Like that will ever happen, right?" My teeth gritted at his words. I still remember the time I stuttered while talking to Travis, as if it was just this morning. What the hell happened with that? I composed myself before the frustration of weakness caused me to shatter the mirror. If that happened then these meetings would cease altogether, ruining Van's chances at getting out easily. "Nevertheless, we'll just have to keep a sharp eye out. If anything, I should at least be able to get Their strategy out of the kid." I got up, and reached out a hand to help Van up, like hell he was going to get up, considering how sleepy he was, and I didn't want him to be found by girls in the morning. God forbid they should call me to reprimand him. "Hey, Alex? Why don't you ever tell Lucy about these meetings, I mean she is your friend and all." A mock laughter erupted inside of me, while the outside just showed a smirk. "I just don't want her involved. Who knows what might happen if she were at these meetings." I helped Van get up into the vent after he had nothing to say to my words. Then, I made my way back to the room, exactly the way I came. They way back wasn't as bad as before, since I knew what lye ahead. The squeaky door was certainly a problem that needed fixing, but that would have to wait for a later time.

Once the door was successfully closed, I let out a small sigh. Job well done. Hearing a groan from behind me, I turned around, feeling confident. Travis stared back at me, half of his mind still in deep sleep. It was then that I realized his eyes were lingering on my skin, the scars glowing ever so brightly thanks to the warm glow of the morning sunrise. This wasn't good.

"Alex...?" he had propped himself on his elbow, much like the morning before. His eyes grew wider as the sleep started to fade from his expression. In order to prove that what he was seeing was real, he rubbed his eyes. This gave me the right amount of time to slip back to my bed without a sound, and when he's done, looking to a spot where I just stood, he will see that it was all a dream. "Alex?" I heard him start to get up, so I quickly went under the covers, front facing the wall. I swear I could feel his gaze on me, but it wasn't like the other guys, it didn't linger on my body, it was fixed on the back of my head. Strange... "Hm...she's asleep. I guess I was dreaming after all." With that, he went back to bed. I didn't let out my breath until I was sure that he was asleep once more. Ignoring the shocking fact that I actually held my breath, as if I was afraid he'd catch me, what I thought about...it repulsed me. His eyes... When he looked at me...the darkened sunlight made them the most beautiful shade of sky blue that I have ever seen. Why the hell am I thinking about that kid's damn eyes?!

Curling into a ball, my mind was in panic for the first time since Zero was in my life.

What the hell is happening to me...?

Ps I don't have nothing Against people who like the same sex just making that Very clear