Life is but a Dream

The First Encounter with Charles

For a long time I had wondered if I had ran would things have turned out differently.

The next hours were filled with a mix of mumbled and muffled voices, blackness and one vivid dream.

"Honey" said a women with green eyes, blond hair and tan skin, your going to go to the closet and cover your ears and wait for Arec. I don't want you using your powers, you understand?"

I could feel my head being clouded with confusion and spinning with fear.

"Mom want I want to stay with you."

"No sweetie, go in the closet. Hurry."

That's when I heard the shuffle of many footsteps.

"Hurry sweetie" she said pushing me towards the closet. "Carl, are they close?!" she yelled.

I didn't hear a response I only felt someone pull me in the closet and shut the door.

The dream faded as I heard mumbled talking between two people maybe more.

"What in the hell do you mean you brought two?" said a male voice with irritation seeping through.

"I-it was dark and I wasn't able to see" said a weak male voice filling with fearfulness.

"I told you should have a fired home a long time ago" hummed a women's voice.

"I'm not going to fire him. He still of some use."

"How could this moron mess up this badly? I mean didn't you give him a picture? He probably got the wrong person out of pure stupidity. Why would you even give him a ligament assignment? You know-"

"Will you shut up! Your nagging is giving me a headache."

"I'm just saying" she mumbled.

It was quite for a moment before there was another shout responded by a squeak and then blinding lights.

"Hmm. Turns out the moron can get something right. What are we going to do about the other girl?"

"Kill her" suggested peter.

"No you moron leverage" hissed the women slapping his shoulder.

By the time my eyes were able to adjust they were gone. The building honestly looked like something from an apocalyptic city. There was a desk and a chair and the building was still standing, but it looked like it went through hell and back. There were papers everywhere and the rug looked green, but it was probably from all the stains. There was a stool with a desk that looked like it should have been thrown away a long time ago and behind the desk was a bookshelve left holding various items, but mostly books. Right next to me was Stacey still knocked out. Even then I knew it was my fault she was in this mess.

FLASHBACK

A very young Stacey. To be exact an eleven year old one came running to me.

"We should be friends. My name Stacey. What's your?"

"It's Anne."

"That's a pretty name. So are you knew?"

"Yeah."

"From where?"

"Mustang."

"Is it big?"

"Yeah I guess so."

"Come on let's go to the swings." she said pulling me towards them.

"Don't touch me." I said pulling away. "I don't like it when people touch me."