Jun 17, 2005 14:32
Charlie is standing in a crowd, nearly every one of them a hero, each of them there to defeat the man ahead, the enemy.
Many of the faces are familiar only because she has seen them in movies and comic books.
Not far from her, Donnie Darko is wiped from existence. She is standing near a man dressed completely in white who looks somewhat dubious about entering into the fray.
Charlie sets her sights on the enemy, a light breeze blowing around her as the temperature rises. Flames erupt beneath the enemy’s feet… but his power is greater than hers, and Charlie is bombarded by chunks of ice as big as cars…
As the largest chunk lands on her, the flames go out…..
Charlie wakes from the nightmare in a cold sweat, shivering. The room is dark, she is alone. Alone…
If the dream had been real, if she had entered that battle, who would have mourned her? The stranger in the white suit?
With a sigh she gets up, dresses, slips out as the sun rises, heads in the city to wander the streets, watch as the city wakes. So many people, families, friends… All together, even strangers smiling at each other even in passing.
Charlie walks among them, hoping to feel like a part of them, like she belongs, just for a little while.