Dream Come True

18

I sat on a cold, silver shelf back in the underground room, my head in my hands. My uncertainty and fear for my family raged through me. It seemed like a lifetime since I heard my mum's humming from the kitchen or my father's hearty laugh, not just over a month. I even missed hearing my brother's voice, commentating the game on the television.

I shook my head, banishing my thoughts and watched as Xander and Peter lowered the girl's unconscious body. She settled into the simple bed I had formed for her, her dark, knotted hair falling over her face . Her skin was covered in minor burns and her face was caked with soot and dried tears. I grabbed a first aid kit, ice and some damp rags and a bowl of water. I gently placed a rag on the burn on her neck and saw he face scrunch in pain. Her eyes snapped open and she let out a small cry, jumping away from me.

"Woah. We're not going to hurt you." I said, holding out a granola bar. The girl cautiously lowered herself back down and took the food.
"What your name?" Xander asked her curiously.
"Alesia." She whispered, looking away at the plain far wall. A tear trickled down the side of her face.
'Did you need anything?' I asked her, squeezing out another rag.
"Could I get a drink of water" she asked. Xander nodded, squeezing my hand before walking out to get some cold water.

She rested her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as I put on yet another rag on her. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair flowed in soft curled waves halfway her back and her blue eyes sparkled. Flawless cream skin covered her slim body. A cute nose and plump pink lips added character to her face.

She was my age but I have never seen her before. I slathered burn cream on her scalds, and bandaged the worst of them. Xander came back with a full water bag and handed it to her.
"Thank you." She said softly and reached for my hand and gripping my fingers and drank the water greedily. She closed her eyes and soon she was asleep. Xander sat down next to me on the shelf and I huddled closer.
"Xander," I whispered. "What about my family? What about your mum? Can you speak to them? In your mind?" He kissed my finger tips.
"I can't mind speak unless I can see the person, or they are trying to communicate with me at the same time. Don't worry. We'll find them." We sat like that for a while until Peter caught our attention as he shuffled around with papers. We walked over and all hunched over the maps.

"So what's the plan?" I asked. Peter just looked grimly down at the papers, his fist curved under his chin.
"We need more information. We need his location, his plans, his next move. Something. We've got nothing to go on, nothing to form a plan of attack." He said.
"Or a plan of defense." Xander said, disparagingly. Peter rolled his eyes.
"Defense can only go so far. We'll need to attack eventually to stop him."
I stared down at the map, chewing my lip anxiously. Ideas flowed through my head like a creek in a drought.
"Argh, if only we could see what's going to happen next, we can stop him before anything happens." Peter said, banging his fist on the bench. Xander looked up at me.
"Well, we should get some shut eye." Peter said finally, rolling up the papers and putting them away. We all readied ourselves for sleep and eventually the bunker filled with the slow breathing of sleep.

"Thia? You awake?" Xander whispered.
"Yeah."
"Do you know where he could be? Have you had a vision?" He asked hopefully. I shook my head in the darkness.
"No." I replied sadly.
"We'll find him." He sought out my hand and linked our fingers, kissing my knuckles gently. Finally we both joined Peter and Alesia in sleep.

* * *

DREY sat nestled in a hard chair in the middle of a dull, colourless living room, alone, the regret and sadness showing on his face. His head soon fell to his hands and his shoulders shook. His sobs began to wear off and he slowly sat up the sadness morphing into anger and determination. He stood up and his face and body altered into a completely different man. The man that stood in Drey's place has white wispy hair and angry crinkles around his eyes, his mouth naturally in a tight line. He stood tall with a straight back and stomped out the door. As soon as he walked out of the room 5 army men faced him and watched him with flat faces waiting for an order.

He nodded and they set off down the corridor, feet marching in time with each other. One army brat remained and looked at him.
"You're going through with it, Sir?" Drey's transformed face whipped around the face the man and he nodded firmly.
"They will all suffer for what they have done. The world needs to be cleansed. Cleaned, It needs to be clean." The army man nodded and walked in the direction of the others.

The picture changed again and I saw the altered Drey standing in the middle of the Harbour Bridge staring onward at the destruction of the city and listening to the screams of the people and he cringed and looked away.

"Someone save me." he whispered.

* * *

I was swallowed into a black tunnel as I crashed out of my dream and woke up glazed in sweat. Xander sat up stared at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat

"I know where he is."