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Ann and Rachel
Part 5
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Contains: YURI, Shoujo-ai, death, violence and angst. Centered on two OC, the G-boys play supporting roles. Enjoy!
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I’m dreaming, I know I’m dreaming. I can
always tell when I’m dreaming and when I’ awake, I just know. I know
because I’m a 21 year-old woman stuck in a 6 year-old’s body. It was
once my body, but I grew. I shouldn’t have to be in this body ever
again, but here I am. I always know when I’m dreaming.
I’m in that same room I’m always in, it isn’t
dark, but it isn’t well lit either. The floor is concert and the walls
are metal, but screams don’t carry well in here. I should know, I
scream so often in here. The door is metal too, simple with a small
glass window at adult height, so they can look in and see if I’m dead yet.
There is a drain in the middle of the floor and in various place there are
wall mounting brackets and floor mounting brackets where chains can be
attached to keep me still. From the ceiling hanging a set of chains, and
a water outlet. There is the corner Rachel usually sits, but right now
she isn’t here. I’m alone and I feel a great deal of relief with
that. Maybe this dream will just be about being in the room, not what
the room is used for.
But, Socrates comes in the door with Rachel being
pushed in front of him. She always looked so sad when she had to come
here. She didn’t love me then, she just felt sorry for me. She
looks at me and smiles a very weak smile. She knows what is going to
happen. So do I, but I know that this is just a dream; she doesn’t.
If I could find the control in the dream, but I never do. At this point,
I’m just a six year-old with the vocabulary of a 21 year-old.
Socrates is a large, blond god. Or at six I
thought he was. Cruel is the best way to describe him to anyone.
He is my aggressor, and he really enjoys it. But, I’m strong.
Even at six I can take most of the abuse. He knows it, but I think his
favorite part is hearing me scream and bleed. Luckily, at six the rapes
hadn’t started yet. But, I know when they do. I am after all,
just looking back through a dream, I know it.
Socrates picks me up by my neck; I don’t weight
much, and throws me to the other side of the room. I hit the wall with
my back and slide down. All he has done is knock the wind out of me.
I smile at Rachel; I hope that will keep her calm. But, She looks
worried; she knows what is going on. Socrates walks slowly over to me
and pulls me by my feet until I’m flat on my back. He sits my chest
and then shows me his knife. It’s the same knife I will use to kill
him when I’m 19; it’s the same knife I still carry. I hate this
knife. He likes to flash the blade at me before he starts to cut away my
shirt. With my chest exposed he starts to cut delicate scroll designs
into the skin around my collarbone. It doesn’t hurt me, but I rather
he didn’t do this. I never scar from this, he has cut me so often that
I should be nothing but a scar, but I don’t scar. The blood is flowing
now and I can feel it make its way down my shoulders. I think at this
point he tries of doing scrollwork on skin that doesn’t scar, so he rolls me
on to my stomach and starts to work on my back. Here he is allowed to
cut deeper, make scars and improve on the designs he has already put there.
This hurts more, he cuts deeper and I bite my lip trying not to scream.
I know that this will worry Rachel. I know that she doesn’t know that
this is just a dream.
Socrates gets bored easily, and once he is finished
cutting scrollwork into my back, he gets up and kicks me in the abdomen.
Again, this just knocks the wind out of me. I think it makes him angry
when I don’t scream out, but I can’t. Rachel is watching. I
need to be strong for her. Besides, I scream out and I get hit or
punched or kicked. I don’t scream and I get the same thing. I
look at it as a way to converse energy. The pain isn’t so bad, I can
live through it. Socrates continues to beat me and Rachel is crying now.
I wonder what it is like to cry so openly, without fear of punishment.
But, I don’t cry. Not even in a dream.
Socrates leaves and I am a bloody mess on the floor.
But, I know it isn’t over yet. I know that Socrates will be back.
He’s just teaching me, like Socrates taught Plato. Only he is teaching
me to deal with pain. He gives me a blow, and then watches to see what I
do. If I cry out, he does it again. If I don’t, he may or may
not hit me the same way. If I had know that he was just teaching me to
deal with pain, I might not of hated him so much; but some parts of the lesson
were lost in screams. Socrates comes back and I scream. But, this
is only a dream, so no one hears it.
The chair, he brought the chair with him.
It’s just a plain metal chair, but I hate it. It has no arms, just a
back, a sit, four legs and brackets that clamp shut and keep you tight to the
chair. He puts the chair down and picks me up by my hair. Makes me
walk to the chair on my tiptoes. Then he makes me sit in the chair as he
closes the brackets. The chair is freezing; to the point of making the
skin touching it think it is on fire. IT BURNS!!! I want nothing
more that to scream, but no one will hear it and Rachel will get scared.
So, I bite my lip until it bleeds and I know that I have bitten through my lip
again. Socrates pushed the chair so that it falls over, and I am on my
back looking at the ceiling. The drain is underneath me and the water
outlet is over me. I know what is coming next, but this is just a dream.
I’ll be okay; it’s just a dream.
Socrates leaves the room and the water starts.
I taken in as much air as I can fit into my lungs, but it won’t be enough.
The water hits my face and it is burning cold too, just like the chair.
I can move my head any way I like, but the water will still block any access
to air. I hold me breath as long as I can, but I finally can’t live
without air any more and I scream into the water. I breathe some of the
water in before my brain can stop my body. The water stops for a brief
moment and I taken in huge gulp of air, but my lungs want to push it out as
quickly as I can breath it in. Then the water starts again. It
seems like hours before they allow me to breath again. The water’s
temperature no longer matters to me, it could be boiling and I don’t think
I’d notice. I just want to breath. I need to breath, why are
they killing me like this? But, I know it is a dream. At least, I
hope it is a dream.
The water stops and Socrates comes in for the chair.
He gives me one last kick to completely leave me gasping for air and maybe
break a rib or two. Rachel is now on longer in the corner, but by my
side. She puts my head in her lap, pets my hair and makes soothing
noises. I wonder if she knows what is going to be coming in the future?
If we really have a future, or if this isn’t a dream. Maybe what I
think of as being awake is the dream. Maybe I am six.
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“Ann will be just fine. She needs rest and
some time to recuperate from her injuries. She’ll be just fine.”
Rachel had told Noin that now several times and was completely ignoring the
woman’s questions. Noin didn’t usually see were hitting another
person was of any use, but she was sorely tempted to slap Rachel just once,
just to make her stop sounding like a broken record.
Heero, Duo and Quatre were there, in that small
room too. Rachel was still wearing her blood stained uniform; she
didn’t seem to notice it too much though. ‘Maybe she’s use to it,
but I’m not. I’ve got to get that girl cleaned up and out of this
state of hysteretic she’s in.’ Noin stepped in front of Rachel and let her
hand fly.
Rachel caught Noin’s hand before it could
reach her cheek. “If you think you can hit me, you’re dead wrong.
No one hits me, not even Ann. You want someone to abuse, try Ann.
She doesn’t seem to mind it, but no one hits me. Not even an Ozzie.
Now, I need to be with Ann. You can go away, I can take care of her.”
“I’m sure you can, but you seem to lack the
ability to take care of yourself. I think a shower and a change of
clothing are in order. Maybe a meal, I bet your blood sugar is low.
Then I think some sleep. Then you and I will have a talk about what Ann
was doing and why she came back to the school with her back burnt and filled
with shrapnel.” Noin tried to sound caring, but the girl had pushed a
button that she thought no one could push. Heero, with his stony silence
and difficult manners hadn’t pissed her off like this.
“Noin, I can take care of myself just fine.
Now, I’m going to check on Ann. I need to be there when she wakes up,
if that means that I am covered in her blood and a bit pissy from low blood
sugar and lack of sleep; it’s fine with me. You don’t know what
she’s like when she wakes up after something like this, you couldn’t
possibly handle her. And I would like you to remember that I am older
than you Noin, I’m not a school girl.” Rachel pushed past Noin out
of the small room and into the room where Ann was sleeping.
‘Like a quiet angel, that’s what she looks like
right now. She’s dreaming right now, I bet it is a terrible dream too.
I don’t think she can have any other kind. I wonder what Socrates is
doing to her right now. I bet it’s the water torture, she never could
handle too much of that. Her eyes move so quickly, I can see them moving
and her hands flex and clinch; but her body stays so still. Oh Shadow,
why do you let that man hurt you now that he’s dead? Isn’t the fact
that you killed him enough for you?’ Rachel reached out a hand and
smooth the hair around Ann’s face and sighed. She did need a bath, she
didn’t like the feeling of dried blood on her skin. If Ann woke up and
she was there what would happen? If she was quick enough, Ann wouldn’t
know that she wasn’t here for the entire time she had been under.
“I’ll be right back, I promise. Don’t go anywhere.”
Rachel walked out of the room and went up to Quatre,
“can you stay there with her? I don’t think she is going to wake up
anytime soon, but if she does stay out of reach and cover your ears.
She’s in restraints, but she’s been known to work her way out of them.
If she does wake up and I’m not there just be reassuring and tell her I’ll
be there quick. I need to clean up some; I’ll be back in twenty
minutes. Thanks Quatre.”
Rachel left before Quatre could answer one way or the
other. He looked at Noin, then to Heero and Duo. “Anyone want to stay
with me?”
Noin put her hand on Quatre’s shoulder and just
smiled at him. Duo smirked and Heero was his stony silent self.
Quatre walked into the room where Ann was sleeping. She had IV’s
running into her carrying blood, fluids and anti-biotic. A mask carried
nearly pure oxygen to her. Her mouth twisted in dream pain, and Quatre
tried not to stare as she pulled against the restraints. Now the dream
was worse for Ann, Socrates was not only strapping her to the frozen chair;
but had turned his attention to Rachel. She wanted to kill him, no one
hit Rachel. She fought the chair in her dream; in real life she fought
the bed restraints.
“So, do you know what they’re up to? Rachel
won’t answer any of my questions.” Noin sat down in one of the few
chairs. She wondered what had possessed the designer of the bunker under
the Sank Royal Family’s Home to make the recovery room so small that it
would only comfortably hold the patent and two other people.
“How should we know? That one girl was
talking to us at dinner last night about knowing some of Heero’s friends on
L1 and had us come by their room. When we get there this one is hooked
up to a simulator and their talking about operation meteor. Then the
other one says to stay out of their way and this one starts pulling out
plastic and we leave.” Duo was a fast talker, but that was the whole
of the situation. They knew precious little about Ann and Rachel.
“Hn, she talked about Dr. J. She said that
they went through training under him. Said I wasn’t finished.”
Heero turned and walked out the door. He had said his piece. Duo
started to follow him, but he then just sat down in the other chair.
Quatre was still watching as Ann struggled against the restraints.
“What do you think Quatre?” Noin want
Quatre’s opinion more than the other two boys’. He had a deeper
sense of what a person was, or so she thought.
“I think Ann needs help. Look at her, she
pulls and pushes in her sleep. Even with the sedatives she still fights.
I wonder who it is that makes her so unpeacful.”
“Socrates.” Rachel stepped through the
door, clean and wearing one of her flight suits.
“Who?” Noin knew who Socrates was, but she
didn’t see how a man long sense dead could do anything to anyone.
“Her aggressor. It is all part of the
training. She doesn’t normally dream, but when she’s weak she
can’t help it. The loose of so much blood and the drugs probably
don’t help any either. She’s going to wake up tried and cranky.
Oh and screaming. And if she works her hands or feet out of the
restraints who ever is closest will either get a beating like they have never
had before or will die a quick death. It all depends on where in the
sequence she wakes up. Oh Shadow, where are you in there?” With
one hand she was smoothing Ann’s hair and with other checking the restrains.
“So, who are you two and how did she get hurt?”
Noin didn’t get up; she didn’t offer help or reassurance to the girl.
She normally would have, but there was something about Rachel that pushed her
the wrong way.
“I’m Rachel. She’s Ann. We come
from L1. We have no parents. We were made and trained to be a
team. She kills, I repair. We have for the past year been working
on Operation Meteor, but now we are working on our own. She was getting
information from a near by Ozzie base and then she was going to blow it sky
high. She got the info, so somewhere between that and blowing the base
sky high there was a problem. She got back, I took care of her and now
I’m answering silly questions.”
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