Explosions of all colors rock the ground, sending ash and debris everywhere. A boy around nine holds onto another boy around six or seven, weaving through the crowds of fleeing people. Someone shouts for them to stop, but they keep going. The older boy draws a dagger made out of light and cuts through the lock in a shiny aircraft door, sliding it open. He pushes the little one in and glances back, looking for someone, something....
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I walked into his house, the light shining down weirdly, and he's standing there, candles lit. We had dinner, sharing laughs. The next day, I wake up in his bed. I walk home back to Jace and slam the door. I walk upstairs and go in the bathroom, Feeling sick. After a few days, Me and Jace get in a huge fight, finding out everything...
I stir in my sleep and throw a pillow over my head, taking a deep breath.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Another explosion comes close to hitting the aircraft and the older boy tumbles down the ramp. The younger boy waddles to the top of the ramp and calls out for the other, reaching his one hand out. Shaking his head, the oldest tells him not to move and stands. A gash runs across his palm. He shakes it out before hurrying back to the other. A cloaked figure drops between them, stopping the other in his tracks.
'Ah, didn't think you'd get away that easy, did you, boys?'
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The dream switches quickly and I swallow in my sleep, sighing.
...Lights flicker off and Riley and Logan are thirteen. Riley has long red hair, blue eyes and Logan is tall with brown hair and blue eyes. He has gashes across his cheek, sword at hip. Riley paces around the room. 'Well,Well...' They hear a voice and they both turn to it. 'Look who's already tired?' The man says, chuckling. Logan shakes his head and steps back. 'Where is she? I want revenge.' He spats, Riley nods...
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
A shudder rolls down my spine and I shift to wrap my arms tight around my torso.
The oldest drains of all color and glances behind the figure at the youngest, who holds back tears of fright.
'What do you want with us?' The oldest asks.
'Isn't it obvious?' The figure chuckles, pivoting to glance at the youngest.
The oldest swallows as the youngest cowers, shaking. Bending down, the figure clutches the youngest by the back of his shirt and begins to dissolve. The oldest cries out and jabs both hands forward, his very being disintegrating to slam against the figure. Dropping the youngest, the figure chuckles and looks around for the one unseen.
'You can't win this, boy. Don't let the little one witness your demise,' He booms.
'He won't. He'll witness yours.'...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
...The man looks at Riley, 'You scared little girl?' He takes a step foward. She shakes her head and starts shaking. The man drives a bullet through her shoulder and she stumbles backwards, crying. Logan takes out his sword and takes a deep Breath, lightning sparking at his fingertips. 'Your gonna pay. Just like your little friend will!' He says, running towards him. The man slices Logan across the chest...
My eyes bolt open. "NOOO!" I scream, sitting up and clutching my head in my hands, crying.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
Rayah screams, but I'm too far into remembering to be able to wake.
The youngest watches as the oldest reappears behind the figure. Hope glistens in his eyes, his heart racing with anticipation. He knows the oldest is fighting for him, knows that it's his life they're battling over, but a thought of running or helping doesn't cross his mind. The oldest told him to stay put, so he'll stay put.
He blinks and the outcome changes, a sword much like the oldest's dagger digging into his chest. The youngest cries out, bawling as he stands, and the oldest releases his grip on the dagger sticking out from the figure's heart. They both drop to the ground, slowly meeting their fates. The youngest bolts to the oldest and shakes him, trying to wake him, but nothing comes of it.
A boy similar in age to the oldest rushes onto the scene and pulls the youngest away, carrying him onto the aircraft despite protests and kicks to the stomach.
'Shh, he wouldn't want you to end here to,' He whispers in emotion, 'He would want you to finish what he started. He would want you out of here.'
'Alyc!' The youngest screams, reaching out for the oldest.
The other boy seals the door to the aircraft and sets the youngest down, watching solemnly as he bangs on the window.
'Jace, you can't help him,' He whimpers, 'You can't help him. He saw this. I'm your brother now.'
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
The aircraft takes off, leaving the war-struck world behind, but the youngest doesn't move from the window. Crouching at his side, the other boy makes him look at him.
'He's in here,' He taps the little one's heart, 'He'll always be in here, and in the stars.'
The little boy cries and falls into the other's arms, calling out for his lost brother.
'Shh,' The other comforts, 'It's alright. It's alright.'
'No it's not, Nic,' He whimpers...
My eyes open, wet and itchy. I sit up and wipe my face off, curling up with my knees to my chest. Closing my eyes, I see it all over again, hear the slice of weapon into flesh. I shudder and wrap my arms around my legs, holding back any more emotion.
15 years and I still wake up crying to a memory I shouldn't have...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Once I know their okay, I walk back in the room, my face all red and puffy. I wipe my eyes and sit on the bed next to Jace, resting my head on his shoulder.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
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