Third Person POV
"What the hell?" Kai asked, clearly shocked. "What even happened?" Aisha asked. They called out like this desperately, but got no answers from the imaginary character in the room that they were talking to.
Kai sighed. "Maybe it had something to do with the crazy people?" Kai suggested. Aisha shrugged. "Let's sleep on it." Kai nodded.
Aisha lied down on the top bunk, while Kai was on the bottom. They would most likely get in trouble, but they didn't care right now. Kai drifted off into a dreamless sleep, while Aisha had one with dreams.
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"Do you ever feel like you don't belong?" Aisha asked. "What do you mean?" the man asked, not turning. "You're there, but not supposed to be there. You can reach something, but don't want to reach it. You can feel something, but can't touch it." Aisha said.
"Nonsense." the man said. "You know. Something that can be heard, but can't be seen or touched." Aisha said. "What do you mean?" he asked again.
"X900902, and my voice." she said, not bothering to look around. They were kept inside a room. But seeming this made a strange sense of calm wash over Aisha.
"X900902 with the voice? Makes no sense. Get out of here before something bad happens. Just know these words. Gun. Hover. Pull. Shoot. Sung. That's all. You're dismissed." he said.
The room began to vanish, never to be seen again. Or, she hoped at least.
* * *
Aisha woke up. She rubbed her eyes. "X900902 with the voice? Gun, hover, pull, shoot, sung." Aisha said aloud quietly. Another wave of calm hit her. "Gun. Hover. Pull. Shoot. Sung." she repeated.
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Chasing Limits
FantasyImagine everything you've ever wanted. Then throw it away, all at once. That's Aisha's life. "Fun, right? Living in terror," said no one in history. She can't stop running. No matter where she goes, he finds her. Always. She can't escape. It's imp...
