"What are you doing to us?" Cole asks angrily. No reply. I huddle closer to him in case they try to hurt us. Suddenly, he points to the ceiling. They've started shooting a gas through a pipe and it's filling up the room. This could be just knockout gas, or it could be deadly. I start to feel drowsy. My head feels as light as air, and I slump against Cole and close my eyes. Ahhhhh. So relaxing.
A soft breeze rustles my hair. I'm having a picnic with Cole and my family. Charlie runs around the field we're in, chasing pigeons. Cole's laughing at something I said, and my mom isn't talking. I know this is a dream, but I try to pretend that it isn't.
Suddenly, mom stands up and looks at Charlie. I can see her screaming something, but I don't hear it. Two men appear from behind a tree and drag her away. I disappear from the field and appear in a jail. Charlie is in front of me. I see her life in fast motion. She goes from an adorable toddler to a teen in a matter of minutes.
The aging slows down around fourteen. I see Charlie sneak a knife from the pocket of a security guard. She brings it to her arm and runs it up towards her chest. I look away. I can't see this. When I force myself to look back a moment later, I scream. Charlie is on the floor, covered in blood, a smile on her face and a knife next to her hand.
I keep screaming until I feel someone shaking my arm. I wake up. It was a dream. My face is stained with tears. A woman in her early twenties is hovering over me with a concerned expression on her face. I sit up and scan my surroundings. I'm in a van. Cole is unconscious on the floor next to me, and there is another woman driving.
"I'm Felicite." The woman says, extending her hand. I smile as I remember when Cole and I first met. "Bad dream? The knockout gas is having some defects." She gestures towards Cole who is mumbling something. I walk over to him.
"Don't do it! NO. NO AVIA DON'T YOU DARE DO THAT! NO!" I shake him and he shoots straight up. "Thank god you're alive. I just had the most terrible dream. You killed yourself." He had the same dream as me, except mine was about Charlie, and his was about me. I decide not to tell him though.
I turn towards the woman driving. "So, where exactly are you taking us?"
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Where Fans Go To Die
General FictionCole knew it was coming. He knew that he would be taken as soon as SOPA was enforced. Avia didn't. She barley knew what SOPA was, or that she could be arrested because she was a Fangirl. Both of then were taken, and when people start disappearing, t...
