Scarlet

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Lily

"People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes."

- Neil Gaiman

Lily wanted to get away. She was surrounded by the smell of death and it closed around her, pressing against her heart. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out. Lily was caught in another nightmare. Though she had fought many before, this one could not be matched, for it was unseen.

Come on, you can do this, you are experiment 10! You are powerful, invincible!

Lily breathed in deeply, then exhaled through her mouth. There must be a way out of this, she thought. All dreams had an evil, and all nightmares had hope. That's exactly what Lily was, what she was made to be: hope. She grasped her wrist and turned it in a counter-clockwise position. It seemed to grow and change until a sharp blade protruded out of her wrist, not looking in the least hurt in any way. Lily grinned and swung the blade around in a random circle and every time the blade hit something she sneered.

Though Lily was powerful, she knew there was something wrong with her system. All of the experiments made by her creator, a scientist, had been a failure. He had been a failure as a scientist in the Department of Dreams. That was where he had worked, or so he had said to her before she had departed on her neverending journey. "The journey of a lifetime, to disappear into one's dreams, and to live the world of fantasy," he had said. But something was wrong with Lily. The scientist had forgotten the most important thing to program into her: the ability to love.