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When Three Becomes Two
Dream
Mike’s PoV
The dark figure loomed over my friend, tied up with me. A gun cocked, ready to steal away from me another part of me, another brother and friend…
And I screamed, screamed so hard, yelled and cried, roared and begged in that one terrifying moment, but worst of all was that feeling of helplessness, knowing that there was nothing I could do to protect my friend from the killer that stood before him.
There was a single echoing gunshot.
I screamed again, and even as I felt Billie slump down next to me, I was the one that felt the pain, awful pain, ripping right through my chest, feeling my other half being ripped from me and brought beyond and into death…
Dark red liquid began to trickle from his wound, then began to steadily pour, a waterfall obscuring his face and stealing away all its life…
And it began to cover me, spreading like a virus down my arm and across my body…I was dripping with my best friend’s blood, dripping with what had kept him alive…I had stolen it from him, and now he lay dead before me…Dead, gone…
“NO!”
The dream changed…
A burst of brilliant white light grew from my friend’s body, growing and obscuring everything, drenching the entire world in its purity and light, and taking away the horrible scene…
And then I felt…a being in my head. Not an exact thing, not one person or object, just something that was there in order to be.
It did not feel invasive…no. It merely felt as though it had always been there, existing in some corner of my mind, subconsciously felt, and had just made its being truly known to me…
It made me feel like a child again, so small and unknowing, not realizing what was happening. That…that force was the all powerful, yet gentle and careful guardian that guided me, and I could not do anything but go along with it and hope it knew the right path for me…
A strong feeling enumerated from its presence, giving me a wordless message. I focused hard on the message, trying to put into words, into speech, despite how words binded the feeling, twisting it into something that was not quite what the true force of the emotion meant. Yet I understood well enough.
Tre.
It echoed around my mind, making me understand, giving me a rush of peace and tranquility.
It was then I realized there was someone standing next to me in that brilliant light—I didn’t see him, I just knew—it was Billie. I also could tell he was not that being, but just a human of flesh and blood, as small as I was compared to that pure force.
Another rush of feeling, and as my brain frantically tried to translate it, it shook me gently, with a small touch of gentle amusement. It put into words what I could not say myself.
Let me tell you my story…
And then there was a whirlwind of sound, a crushing wave of images, feelings, and thoughts…I gave myself over to them.
The dark figure loomed over my friend, tied up with me. A gun cocked, ready to steal away from me another part of me, another brother and friend…
And I screamed, screamed so hard, yelled and cried, roared and begged in that one terrifying moment, but worst of all was that feeling of helplessness, knowing that there was nothing I could do to protect my friend from the killer that stood before him.
There was a single echoing gunshot.
I screamed again, and even as I felt Billie slump down next to me, I was the one that felt the pain, awful pain, ripping right through my chest, feeling my other half being ripped from me and brought beyond and into death…
Dark red liquid began to trickle from his wound, then began to steadily pour, a waterfall obscuring his face and stealing away all its life…
And it began to cover me, spreading like a virus down my arm and across my body…I was dripping with my best friend’s blood, dripping with what had kept him alive…I had stolen it from him, and now he lay dead before me…Dead, gone…
“NO!”
The dream changed…
A burst of brilliant white light grew from my friend’s body, growing and obscuring everything, drenching the entire world in its purity and light, and taking away the horrible scene…
And then I felt…a being in my head. Not an exact thing, not one person or object, just something that was there in order to be.
It did not feel invasive…no. It merely felt as though it had always been there, existing in some corner of my mind, subconsciously felt, and had just made its being truly known to me…
It made me feel like a child again, so small and unknowing, not realizing what was happening. That…that force was the all powerful, yet gentle and careful guardian that guided me, and I could not do anything but go along with it and hope it knew the right path for me…
A strong feeling enumerated from its presence, giving me a wordless message. I focused hard on the message, trying to put into words, into speech, despite how words binded the feeling, twisting it into something that was not quite what the true force of the emotion meant. Yet I understood well enough.
Tre.
It echoed around my mind, making me understand, giving me a rush of peace and tranquility.
It was then I realized there was someone standing next to me in that brilliant light—I didn’t see him, I just knew—it was Billie. I also could tell he was not that being, but just a human of flesh and blood, as small as I was compared to that pure force.
Another rush of feeling, and as my brain frantically tried to translate it, it shook me gently, with a small touch of gentle amusement. It put into words what I could not say myself.
Let me tell you my story…
And then there was a whirlwind of sound, a crushing wave of images, feelings, and thoughts…I gave myself over to them.