Edward - Nightmares of the Past
The dream began. It started as it always did; he'd been here before.
No one had seen it coming, though they should have. It was back in Germany a few months before he'd gone home, the event when he and three of his people had been coming back from the last escape they'd led. No. The day was pleasent and clear, and they were flush with the idea of being young and invulnerable while walking through some hills. Wilhelm, the only German in the group, was joking with Daniel about something, and Lucas was humming. Please, not again.
Lucas looked to Edward and said "Jamie," for this was a good three decades before he even concieved of being Edward. "Why so quiet?"
"Just enjoying the day," said Edward, who was then Jamie. "It feels good."
None of them knew...How could they? None of them saw it coming, not until the gunshot rang out. One moment Lucas was there, and the next there was a burst of red and he was down. The three remaining scattered, feeling a sudden panic and terror. Daniel managed to get around, diving to the side and rolling, circling while the other two tried to avoid being shot. Edward-that-was-Jamie cringed as Wilhelm cried out, getting a bullet in the arm, and felt a surge of relief as Daniel got behind the hidden shooter and jumped him.
Later, the three remaining stood around the man in the Nazi uniform. They had taken him off a ways, into a nearby stand of trees, and he was tied up against one of the trunks. Jamie chewed his lower lip and looked anxiously at Wilhelm, lucky enough to escape with only a flesh wound. They had done what they could to bury their friend, and now they were faced with his tormenter. Each of them felt a great anger, to see the enemy personified and more to have been dealt this blow was infuriating.
They took turns, and thought about things creatively. They called it justice, but Jamie was sick after, and Wilhelm looked decidedly uncomfortable. The man took a long time to die, and they swore never to speak of this again.
This was not an unfrequent dream. Only after it was done did Jamie see the face this time, his father's face. That was when he began to scream.
No one had seen it coming, but they should have. It was back in Germany and Edward echoed the scream, weeping in an empty, echoing place of darkness. This, truly, must be Hell.
No one had seen it coming, though they should have. It was back in Germany a few months before he'd gone home, the event when he and three of his people had been coming back from the last escape they'd led. No. The day was pleasent and clear, and they were flush with the idea of being young and invulnerable while walking through some hills. Wilhelm, the only German in the group, was joking with Daniel about something, and Lucas was humming. Please, not again.
Lucas looked to Edward and said "Jamie," for this was a good three decades before he even concieved of being Edward. "Why so quiet?"
"Just enjoying the day," said Edward, who was then Jamie. "It feels good."
None of them knew...How could they? None of them saw it coming, not until the gunshot rang out. One moment Lucas was there, and the next there was a burst of red and he was down. The three remaining scattered, feeling a sudden panic and terror. Daniel managed to get around, diving to the side and rolling, circling while the other two tried to avoid being shot. Edward-that-was-Jamie cringed as Wilhelm cried out, getting a bullet in the arm, and felt a surge of relief as Daniel got behind the hidden shooter and jumped him.
Later, the three remaining stood around the man in the Nazi uniform. They had taken him off a ways, into a nearby stand of trees, and he was tied up against one of the trunks. Jamie chewed his lower lip and looked anxiously at Wilhelm, lucky enough to escape with only a flesh wound. They had done what they could to bury their friend, and now they were faced with his tormenter. Each of them felt a great anger, to see the enemy personified and more to have been dealt this blow was infuriating.
They took turns, and thought about things creatively. They called it justice, but Jamie was sick after, and Wilhelm looked decidedly uncomfortable. The man took a long time to die, and they swore never to speak of this again.
This was not an unfrequent dream. Only after it was done did Jamie see the face this time, his father's face. That was when he began to scream.
No one had seen it coming, but they should have. It was back in Germany and Edward echoed the scream, weeping in an empty, echoing place of darkness. This, truly, must be Hell.