Wretched and Devine

Dreams like Memories

Andy fed me.
Though I refused to eat the meat.
Something about it didn't feel right.
And eat it I did not.
The time came to wash up, take a bath. Andy filled the somewhat clean tub with warm water, he had to boil it over a gas stove considering we didn't GET running water or electricity.
I asked him where he got it from.
Stolen jugs of water from F.E.A.R sent in by the rebel town that I was found in. Now in peices.
Electricity was scarce. But they plugged in occasionally to secret rebel towns. Running wires under the thick, dry desert ground.
Andy poured the last bit of water in and stood there.
"Ummm... Thanks Andy." I softly spoke, turning towards the tub.
"No problem." He just stood there. Oh wait. Oh no. He didn't get the hint.
"Aren't you going to... I don't know, fuckin leave so I can bathe." I rolled my eyes, weakly crossin my arms.
My body felt as if I was going to collapse, wavering back and forth.
I suddenly felt myself falling backwards, the pain too much to take standing up in the moment, my head and body weak.
Andy rushed over and caught me with strong arms.
"Whoa there." He spoke gently, before shushing in my ears.
He gently sat me down along with himself, right into his lap.
"This is why you need me here, I don't want you drowning. Besides. I've seen you before." I turned my head to see Andy blushing.
Blushing? Really?
"Okay fine." Heat rises to my cheeks, "but don't try anything funny."
Andy nodded, me still seated in his lap, he began to lift my shirt.
He pulled it over my head and my cheeks flushed even deeper into the colour of a tomato.
He removed my cloths until I was vonerable and nakkid in his lap, my pale body bruised.
My ribs were cracked.
He felt them and delivered the news. Andy lifted me bridal style and set me into the warm water.
We stayed mostly silent as he helped wash me, I winced occasionally when he pressed too hard into my welted flesh.
"I can't believe you survived." He stated in his deep beautiful voice, sending shivers down my spine as I shaved my legs and... Other things, "how did you manage?"
I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to remember. "I dove for cover, under a sturdy desk so when the room collapsed I would be safe."
The memories made my heart beat quicken, how much more could I remember?
But the more I tried, the more I just gave myself a headache.

Soon enough I was out, Andy helped dress me, very respectful guy, tried not to touch me in any inappropriate way.
He's either gay or taken.
Not that there's anything wrong with being gay or taken!
Okay maybe there's a small problem of him being taken.
Wait why do I care? He saved me sure, and I'm greatful, but I barely know him.
Something just felt right when he held me.
It felt like home. So warm, my body now cold from the water. I knew I was lucky for the hot desert sun would soon bake me again.
He carried me back to my bed and lay me down.
Soon he sang.
"The best things in life, come with a price. The star that burns so bright faded the fastest. You'll always feel it's right, even when we end the fights. Welcome home, home tonight. Singing oh. Oh. Welcome home tonight oh~ tonight. Words they don't know how to make amends. All they do is push you to the edge. But it's not waisted, it's all done for you... It's all done for you." He sand to me, playing with my soaked hair. His beautiful deep voice lulled me into a deep sleep.

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The sound of machinery clanged as it formed the perfect practice zone.
"I don't belong here..." I muttered as I held my hand gun.
Suddenly I had to do it. I sprang into action. Shooting down targets, dodging weaponry, running for my life. But careful not to run into any traps.
F.E.A.R training was harsh, but this was good for me, if I passed they would trust me, and it would be easier to turn on them and fight the final battle.
A large metal knife was fired at me, I ducked out of the way, before shooting down the machine that fired them.
Think quick. Act faster.
Trust your instincts.
Running is not an option.
ATTACK

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I awoke with a start, was I really in fear? Or was that just a strange dream?
Whatever it was, it made me think.
Could I fight?
Am I stronger than I look?
The sun was barely breaking the horizon. I pushed my sore body up, and headed out.
Thinking I should explore before anyone gets up. If they realise I'm gone they might kill me, but whatever.
Did they really think I was a part of F.E.A.R? Am I a part of the group? who was the good guys? Was I with the bad guys at this very moment?
This was all so confusing!