Carrier (TPA2)

38 -dream world-

        I hear the sounds of cries. The home is forgin, one that I've never saw in my entire life. I furrow my eyebrows, and my eyes fill with wonder. Did Ryan move?

I follow the sound of the cries. I end up inside of a white room. Red is splattered against the walls. I blink. Why is the room so messy?

"Shut up! Mommy is going to come!" The little girl in the corner shouts, shoving the little boy. They continue to smear red against the walls.

"North?" I wonder. The little girl turns. Fear strikes my core. Blood runs down her cheeks, and her hair is soaked with it. Her eyes are scratched out.

"We're not doing anything bad mommy, me and Alexi are just finger-painting." She gives me an innocent grin. Alexi turns to me and smiles. He too has the face of satan on him. My heart beat pounds.

"Do you want to paint, too?" North wonders, getting closer to me. I step back, in fear that the same thing might happen to me.

There's nothing behind me. I fall, and blink. I'm in a living room now. Alex has an arm around me. Ryan steps inside, and stares us down.

Anger fills his expressions. It's almost as if steam comes from his nose and ears. "What the hell?" He snaps, tensing his muscles.

"What?" I say. I'm confused. What's happening?

"She wants me!" Alex smirks. Mocking Ryan. Ryan can only fume as he looks at the two of us.

"The only reason she's here is because she decided to abandon her only daughter." Ryan seethes. He looks me dead in the eye. "I want nothing more than to rip your heart from your chest, you dim whitted, rotten whore." His voice is calm. He's so angry he can't even sound angry. He sounds....normal.

I chew on my cheek. I have to hold back my cries, but they seem to be winning the battle. My eyes go watery, and I blink the tears away.

I'm in a dark room. A single light fixture is dim over head. I swallow. I've had this dream before. It's repeated itself over and over again. The familiar smell of blood hits my nostrils.

A finger grazes over my neck, tapping the place a mark should be. "Choose." The sound of Lucifer's voice is in my ear in a matter of seconds. A burst of cold air chills my body and gives me goosebumps.

I look down. There's a gun in my hands. I can't breathe. My lungs are filled with black powder. How could I decide between them?

My heart beat quickens. I look up. Alex and Ryan are before me. They're tied up, their eyes are begging to save them. I look towards Ryan first. His eyes are pleading for me to keep him alive. Just by the look on his face I know how terrified he is.

I turn to face Alex. He too has the same facial expression. His eyes are pleading, but they don't share the same forgiving look that Ryan's do. I furrow my eyebrows, and think about him for a minute.

The only reason Alex wants me is because I'm the mother of his child. He only wants me there because he wants a picture perfect family. He used me, and told me he had loved me. Deep down, I know that he does really care about me.

I take in a deep breath. I love Alex just as much as I hate him. I look at the two of them. It's like they don't even know the other one is there.

Alex shakes from the piece keeping his mouth shut. He furrows his eyebrows and moves about. "What the hell are you waiting for? Kill him!" He snaps. I flinch, afraid that he might just break through.

"If he wanted you, he would have went and got you when you were with me! No one wants a lousy whore!" Alex fights. I'm speechless.

I aim at the man I want gone, and make my decision.