Legion

F.E.A.R. Transmission 2: Trust

"The rebels claim their brave new world is upon us

"Do not be fooled by the chicanery in which they lay their claim

"It is false, and their uprising will not succeed

"You will place your trust in F.E.A.R.

"You must!"

It happened again, waking me up in the dead of night, breathless and sweaty. I looked around and saw the sleeping bodies of the other girls in the dormitory, undisturbed by my sudden awakening. I pulled back the hair that stuck to my sweaty forehead and pulled it behind my ears. 

Don't go back, hold yourself together Christina

I laid back in my bed, counting to ten, and breathing slowly to calm myself down, feeling my eyes get heavy and finally close as I went into a deep sleep. 

I found myself in a darkly light hallway, with a metal door right in front of me with a small window in the middle of it. I looked around seeing no one and looked through it to see the girl again. This time she was on a bed much like the one I have in the dormitory and she was holding a rosary with the Rebel symbol on it instead of a cross.

I walked through the door, and right where I stepped in the room, ash started falling down around where I stood. I kept walking toward her, trying to get a look at the girl who looked exactly like me, but at the same time, she was so different. 

By the time I walked over to her, ash was falling down from all over the room, and a some of it rained down on her, causing her eyes to flutter open. She got up on the bed and rubbed some of the ash between her thumb and forefinger. She grabbed a handful of ash and started walking over to the wall, drawing with the black substance.

She moved her hands with careful expertise, drawing lines here and there until she made a drawing of a Minister on the wall. I ran at her, trying to grab her hands to stop her from doing this, but I fell through her. 

Until I realised who she was. 

She was me, in a different world, in a different time, and instead of being taken into the warm embrace of the rebels, she was taken into the compound. She is like me, she believes that she loves her compound and she thinks that she should be grateful, but she doesn't know what they did to people. 

Now she is at a crossroads.

Just like me.