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chelleuncurled) wrote2005-06-06 01:04 am
chelleuncurled) wrote2005-06-06 01:04 am
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After a day of talking and worrying, Michelle is exhausted by the time she gets upstairs. She changes for bed and is asleep very quickly.
She's standing on a balcony. The landscape before her is not only unfamiliar, it's also cold and technological. She glances down but can't see ground.
Michelle sighs and the sudden wish to see nature is almost overwhelming. Her home planet had nature.
She lays her hand on her swollen abdomen and tries to smile. She's pregnant but she's worried about her husband.
There's a door opening behind her and she turns, her long dress swishes against the floor as she runs into his arms.
"Tony, my husband, you're home." She kisses him and touches his face.
"Michelle, I think I've failed you, my love," he whispers.
"Failed me how?"
"I've put your life above all others. I have given myself to the other side to save you."
"Sa-save me?"
He nods and caresses her cheek, "You'll be safe, sweetheart, that's all that matters."
He runs his gloved fingers through her curly hair.
"I don't understand, Tony. Who have you given yourself to? What are you talking about?"
A hooded figure enters the room. Michelle looks from her husband to the hooded person.
"Who is that?"
The person slides off their hood and Michelle takes a step back, her hand over her mouth.
Standing near the door is a blond haired man with cold eyes.
"He's my dark side,"
She shakes her head, holding her arm over her unborn child. "No."
"It's the only way. If I embrace it, he'll let you go."
"I can't...I'm not going to lose you."
"I can't stop hurting you and I don't want to hurt you anymore, Michelle. I keep putting you in danger, I...it'll be better."
"What does he want?" She turns to address the other man, "What do you want?"
"Him," he answers softly, stepping closer to her husband.
"You can't have him."
The man puts his hand on Tony's shoulder and skims his hand down Tony's arm to his ungloved hand. He begins to raise Tony's arm and Michelle sees that a gun has appeared in Tony's hand.
"No!" She fumbles with her waistline and wraps her hand around an odd metallic shape. She pulls out the object and a beam of light shoots up.
"You can't have him," she repeats, her arm lifted, the point of the light at the man's neck. "Why do you want him? Haven't you taken enough people?"
The man laughs lowly, making her shudder slightly. The baby inside of her kicks, as if it knows what's going on outside.
As she looks at him, the man's features change, and she realizes that she's seeing Tony...but not Tony. The other image was an illusion.
"You can't defeat the dark side, Michelle." The man who looks like her husband says.
And there's a gunshot.
Michelle wakes up and instinctively moves to touch Tony. She opens her eyes when her hand encounters air.
"Tony?" she whispers, sitting up, her heart racing.
She doesn't even want to think about what that dream meant. She gets out of bed and puts on her flip-flops. She searches through the bedroom for a moment and finds a flashlight. She heads for the door and grabs a light jacket before she leaves the room.
She's standing on a balcony. The landscape before her is not only unfamiliar, it's also cold and technological. She glances down but can't see ground.
Michelle sighs and the sudden wish to see nature is almost overwhelming. Her home planet had nature.
She lays her hand on her swollen abdomen and tries to smile. She's pregnant but she's worried about her husband.
There's a door opening behind her and she turns, her long dress swishes against the floor as she runs into his arms.
"Tony, my husband, you're home." She kisses him and touches his face.
"Michelle, I think I've failed you, my love," he whispers.
"Failed me how?"
"I've put your life above all others. I have given myself to the other side to save you."
"Sa-save me?"
He nods and caresses her cheek, "You'll be safe, sweetheart, that's all that matters."
He runs his gloved fingers through her curly hair.
"I don't understand, Tony. Who have you given yourself to? What are you talking about?"
A hooded figure enters the room. Michelle looks from her husband to the hooded person.
"Who is that?"
The person slides off their hood and Michelle takes a step back, her hand over her mouth.
Standing near the door is a blond haired man with cold eyes.
"He's my dark side,"
She shakes her head, holding her arm over her unborn child. "No."
"It's the only way. If I embrace it, he'll let you go."
"I can't...I'm not going to lose you."
"I can't stop hurting you and I don't want to hurt you anymore, Michelle. I keep putting you in danger, I...it'll be better."
"What does he want?" She turns to address the other man, "What do you want?"
"Him," he answers softly, stepping closer to her husband.
"You can't have him."
The man puts his hand on Tony's shoulder and skims his hand down Tony's arm to his ungloved hand. He begins to raise Tony's arm and Michelle sees that a gun has appeared in Tony's hand.
"No!" She fumbles with her waistline and wraps her hand around an odd metallic shape. She pulls out the object and a beam of light shoots up.
"You can't have him," she repeats, her arm lifted, the point of the light at the man's neck. "Why do you want him? Haven't you taken enough people?"
The man laughs lowly, making her shudder slightly. The baby inside of her kicks, as if it knows what's going on outside.
As she looks at him, the man's features change, and she realizes that she's seeing Tony...but not Tony. The other image was an illusion.
"You can't defeat the dark side, Michelle." The man who looks like her husband says.
And there's a gunshot.
Michelle wakes up and instinctively moves to touch Tony. She opens her eyes when her hand encounters air.
"Tony?" she whispers, sitting up, her heart racing.
She doesn't even want to think about what that dream meant. She gets out of bed and puts on her flip-flops. She searches through the bedroom for a moment and finds a flashlight. She heads for the door and grabs a light jacket before she leaves the room.