Black Lightning Productions presents:
Is This a Dream?
Or a Nightmare?
a Ranma 1/2 Fanfic
I wake to my alarm buzzing in my ear. At this time in the morning,
it is a very unwanted thing, but, then, I need to get to work soon.
I look at the clock, which reads 11:00 AM, and I moan, "Just five
more minutes..." The clock just glares at me with its baleful red glowing
digits. I sigh, and hit the blasted thing, "You're SO ungrateful. If I
hadn't picked you up off that shelf, you'd have been taken by that guy who
trashes clocks. Oh, well." I grin at my monologue, and then tap the OFF
button. Thankfully, the button worked. I then get up and get dressed.
Then I decide to look in the mirror and see how bad I look today.
I chant:
There I be,
Only me,
Tall and slim,
Flat and trim,
Mark Athagrita I be!
I grin at my little rhyme, and continue to look at myself in the
mirror. At 6'3" I don't look too bad, and my light brown hair doesn't do
any wonders, my blue eyes, from my point of view, do most of the work at
making me handsome.
I had noticed that the meter of my rhyme was lacking in something,
so I gave myself an extra long last name, that wasn't even close, to boot!
I sigh. But then Mark Reddale isn't even a good name, by my standards.
I wish that I could actually watch where I'm going, for once.
Too bad that I didn't, for if I had, I would have noticed the
great, big, gaping hole in front of my closet. One that seemed to resist
my falling 'till I was half-dressed. After all, the gods DO have a good
reason for everything, and I think that launching me into a new universe
naked wouldn't have been very funny for them. Well, it would have, until
I found out a way to get back at them.
But what they had in mind was MUCH worse.
I remember watching some anime about a person who changed sexes.
Ranma I think it was called. I remember something else about a training
ground in china, a training ground called Jusenkyou, or something like
that. The reason that I'm remembering this is that I'm looking at it.
I remember something about a prince ... Herb his name was, I think. Lo
and behold, there be he, in all his glory. I seemed to be heading for a
spring close to the one he was at. Oh, well, I wonder what I'll turn into?
Better that I don't know, but then, these things happen, right?
I hate my life.
The spring I am heading towards LOOKs harmless, but then, I knew
about the curses. Herb seems to be grabbing that ladle of his for something.
Then it was too late for thinking.
SPLASH! We have touchdown! I remember thinking, as the water
started working its magic on me. But something was WRONG. Ranma didn't
feel any pain when he changed, neither did Genma. Either they did feel
pain, or I'm in a spring that DOESN'T care if you have pain or not. I
feel pain as all my limbs shrink, become smaller imitations of themselves.
My body shrinks to more pain, and I wonder what I'll be. That was my last
coherent thought for a while.
I wake up, to see a face unfamiliar to me. "Where am I?" I groan.
Then I noticed my voice. It was a small child's voice. I cover my forehead,
then notice something else. Something is missing. Seem as I can't put my
finger on it yet, I sit up and look at the person in front of me.
The man is short, fat, and is looking at me like I said something
he couldn't understand. This was the case as I see him walk over to a
bookshelf and take out a book. I can't read the title, it's in some
oriental language.
I groan and feel my head. Not sick, no fever. That's good, right?
The man finds what he was looking for, and then comes to me. he reads
from the book, with no inflection, "Hello little miss, I am Jusenkyou guide,
sorry about this, but oth- other guide on vacation right now. Would you
follow me and get dressed, please?" He looks up, mightily pleased with
himself. I then notice the title he used. Little miss? I shrug, maybe
he read it wrong. Only way to be sure is to check. I reach under the
covers, into my now, large pants, and feel around. IT wasn't there OH
SHIT! I look under the covers to see if my hands missed it or something,
but no luck. I start to cry.
The guide looks at me, and frowns in confusion. Then he gets out
the book and starts reading from it again, "Miss, you fell in very bad
spring called Changing Spring of Drowned Young Girl. Only spring known
of that makes change permanent." The guide looks confused for a second,
and then shrugs.
Permanent? I start crying harder. This definitely isn't my day.
A thought occurs to me. *If the change is PERMANENT, does that mean that
the other pools will still work on me?* I decide to take a chance and ask.
I calm down, then say this slowly, as I don't think he can understand me at
all, "Will the other springs work on me?" The guide then picks up his book
and starts leafing through it. after a few minutes of waiting, he shakes
his head. I feel the tears start welling up again. *NO! I will NOT cry!
I will show how mature I am by holding the feelings in!* Unfortunately,
the spring did more than just change my form ... it changed my mind,
somehow, and now I have just as much control as a small girl. I can't
hold the tears back. The guide nods to himself and quickly leaves the
room. I can't see, or care for that matter.
I can't really believe it. I'm a girl. And from what the guide
says, forever, to boot. After a few minutes I start to calm down. *There
HAS to be a way to get out of this, or, at the very least, a way to console
myself. Waitaminute! Jusenkyou? Ranma! I could go with Ranma and search
for cures with him! Will he believe me? Probably not, but it's my only
chance.*
With that, I set off for Japan, hoping to all the gods out there
that I will succeed.
******
Black Lightning Design Group presents:
Is This a Dream?
Or a Nightmare?
Chapter 2
A Ranma 1/2 Fan-fic
*I finally made it to Japan* I think as I walk off the boat. That
was the scariest ride of my life. I didn't know what anyone was saying,
and I didn't know what their intentions were. I remembered how I noticed
that I had put on my pants with credit-card first. That was my first
life-saver. The second was finding a translator at the nearest Chinese
city, boy was he helpful. The first (and most important) detain that he
helped me with was getting clothes for myself. I was slightly embarrassed
by having to try out the girls clothes in the store, but the guy was
helpful. Even though he couldn't find the store to begin with.
The other thing he helped me with was getting on the boat to Japan.
He acted as my father and got me on, handed me the card back, and got on
the boat too. I haven't seen him since. Oh, well. At least I found this
cute black piglet in my room.
My room. The one thing I hated, for it was there that I found out
something about my new body.
*** Flashback ***
I was getting ready for bed, and my piggy was sitting in the corner,
with his back to me. I found that funny for the first few days, but I
thought that that was the way he had been trained. I was taking off my
pants when my hand slipped. somehow, instead of slipping outside the
pants, they fell in.
White fire gripped my mind as I tried to move my hand. The pig heard
me and came up to me. Probably to see what was wrong. I couldn't see, or
hear for that matter. The pig, somehow, managed to pull my hand out of my
pants. I lay there gasping for breath. That felt ... weird. I felt tears
welling up again, but this time I managed to stop them. True it felt good,
but the good feeling was doing something to me ... I can't remember my
father anymore. I was scared, and somehow the pig felt that. He snuggled
up to me and we both fell asleep, me half clothed.
*** End Flashback ***
I didn't try to take off my clothes very often, after that. Only when
my pig was nearby or some nice woman. That didn't happen again, but I am
scared that it might.
The first thing I tried to do is look for that nice translator again,
but he didn't seem to be on the boat anymore. I shrugged, and then walked
to the nearest store. I had to be able to understand people somehow ...
and I don't think that the translator would be coming back. I was in luck,
the first store I came across had a Japanese-English computer translator.
for how much credit I had left on the card, I could afford it, and still
have some cash for later.
First thing I did was buy the translator, then ask the cashier where I
could get cash withdrawals from my card. The store owner asked what
currency, I said Yen. He asked for how much, then I thought, *How much?
Well, cab, train, Nabiki... I'd say about 100,000 yen would do... I think I
have that much left...* I asked for 100,000 yen, and he obliged me. The
account said it was completely empty now, so when I got out of eyesight of
the store, I shredded the card, and threw it out.
Now that I have money, I should try to get to Nerima. I walk over to
one of those police-box things. I ask if he understands English. He
nods. I ask him how to get to Nerima. The police man looks at my piggy,
at me, then calls a cab. He tells the cab driver something, and pushes me
into the back. I pull my piggy along with me. It wasn't too long of a
drive. When we get into Nerima itself, he asks me something. As I can't
understand him, I look up what he said in the computer. The computer
translates I type madly for a second, then I tell the
cabby "Tendou Dojo" The cabby nods and we're off again.
We finally make it to the Dojo. I ask the cabby how much, and _he
just waves the money away_. I'm surprised at that, but nod, and thank him.
I get out of the car, and walk up to the house. I hear from the other side
someone shouting "Ranma no baka" or something like that. I guess that I'm
at the right spot. My piggy is wide eyed as I walk up to the house. I
wonder why?
A nice woman opens the door after I knock, and asks me something. I
look it up in the translator, and I type in my reply ... the woman watches
me for a second, then calls to someone inside. I watch intently until this
other girl walks up to me. I think that I should remember her for
something. Remember. I can't remember very much anymore. I can't even
remember my own name.
I look at the two women in confusion. I look at the computer. I
can't read anymore. I blurt out the one thing I can remember, I hope it is
important. "Ranma." I say, even as I fall unconscious.
******
Black Lightning Design Group presents:
Is This a Dream?
Or a Nightmare?
Chapter 3
A Ranma 1/2 Fan-fic
I wake up slowly. *Who am I?* I think. I feel the bed moving.
Maybe that's what woke me up. I look at the other person in the bed.
She's tall, has long brown hair, and is startled. I feel some connections
making themselves known. I remember some words. What do they mean. Then
I know.
"Konnichiwa, Okkasan!" I blurt. The woman ... no, my MOTHER looks at
me, startled. She says something, but I can't remember those words. She
feels my forehead, and I relax. She then starts going through a ... waking
ceremony? I'm startled, but I watch her, and try to follow along. Mother
smiles at me, and I feel happy. I feel more connections making themselves
in my head, confusing as they are. Mother asks me something. I ... try to
remember the words, then I have it. Mother wants to know where my parents
are.
I'm confused. I search for the words, and I eventually find them.
[Authors note: From now on all dialogue will be in Japanese, except for
the amazons, where their talking will be delineated by {this}.]
"But mother, don't you remember?" The words come slowly, but I _DO_
remember them. Mother looks startled.
"Are you sure that I'm your mother?" she asks.
I'm confused, of course she's my mother, why can't she see that?
"Don't you love me anymore?" I feel tears start to well up. I hold on to
my piggy for support. I feel hurt, and mother looks startled.
Mother then looks pityingly at me, and then asks me, "Can you remember
your name?" I shake my head, and she looks even more sad for me. "Well, I
don't know if I'm your real mother," Tears start flowing from my eyes,
*Can't she see that we're related? Please mother, try to remember me, at
least take me in...* Mother continues, "But if you want me to, I'll adopt
you, so that I'll be your mother in other people's eyes, at least, is that
okay?" I nod, for having your mother adopt you is better than having to
mother at all. I then notice another woman standing at the doorway.
"Hey, Kasumi, did you find out how she got all this money?" The new
woman holds out a LARGE bundle of money. I look startled. Me? Have
money? I don't think so.
"Who had the money?" I ask. Then another connection is made. Nabiki.
This is my aunt Nabiki. "Did that person say you could take the money,
aunt Nabiki?" She looks startled, as if she didn't expect me to know her
name. Oh, well.
Nabiki looks at me strangely. Then she asks something that even I
don't know. "Who's your father?" I'm startled, I don't know. I can't
remember my father's name, or mine, for that matter. I'm afraid. Mother
sees this, and holds me close, whispering comfortingly in my ear. "Did I
say something wrong? By the way, why did you say Ranma's name when you
came here?"
I'm confused. Ranma? Ranma? I try to remember him, calling up every
dredge of memory I can, then I find it. Uncle Ranma, well, he will be,
after he marries aunt Akane. I tell Aunt Nabiki this, and she looks
startled. Then she asks why I find it hard to remember. The word is there
somewhere. I'm confused, but mother holds me tightly, so it's not so bad.
The word, I heard it before, somewhere. I got it! "Amnesia" I say
confidently. Mother and aunt look startled. But they then nod.
Mother gets up. "Nabiki, put the money back where you got it from. I
have to make lunch." Lunch? I perk up at this.
"Mother, can I help?" Mother looks startled, but nods. I happily get
up and throw on my clothes. Aunt Nabiki looks startled for a second, and
then mutters something about Akane's cooking, or something like that.
Piggy just gets up and follows me.
Mother waves at me to stay where I am for a bit. I nod. Mother goes
up to aunt and whispers something in her ear. Aunt looks confused and
whispers back. Mother whispers again. Aunt looks at me, shrugs, and nods
to mother. Mother comes back to me and says, "I know you can't remember
your name, but could you think of Naiko as your name?" I look at mother,
and nod. After all, she knows my name, even if I don't. "Well, shall we
go to the kitchen, then?" I nod happily, and then hold onto mother's hand.
I still can't remember our house.
Oh, well. It will come back to me.
******
Black Lightning Design Group presents:
Is This a Dream?
Or a Nightmare?
Chapter 4
A Ranma 1/2 Fan-fic
I follow mother down to the kitchen, with Piggy following me. I hear
uncle Ranma and aunt Akane fighting, again. Poor uncle, getting himself in
those predicaments. It's funny, but I hope he will stop, soon. I don't
want aunt Akane to kill him, accidentally. With a cry of, "Ranma you
Jerk!" she sends him on a one-way flight to pain. Poor aunt. I know she
loves him, but she will only shove him away if she continues with this.
I follow mother into the kitchen, as if it was a shrine instead of a
normal kitchen. Mother puts on an apron, and I grab one myself. I follow
mother up to the counter. Something feels familiar about this. Oh, well,
I'll remember later, I'm helping now.
*****
Ranma looks funny. Sitting at the table with a big bruise on his
head. Mother asked me not to call them aunt and uncle anymore. I liked
calling them that, but whatever mother wants, I'll do.
I put out the salad that I made. Ranma looks at me funny, like I
poisoned it, or something. Mother just tells them to eat. For some reason
no-one will even try my salad. I feel sad, but I try it anyway. I like
it.
Ranma looks at me like I have a death-wish. So it looks funny, at
least it doesn't turn out like Aun... Akane's cooking. I giggle silently
at Ranma's face. Mother just sighs. Then I decide to play a joke on
Ranma. So I'm feeling silly, is that a problem?
I open my eyes wide. I grab my throat. Mother looks concerned. I
fall back, pretending to choke. Everyone runs up to me. All they see is
me grabbing my chest and giggling merrily. Ranma looks like he's been hit
by Akane again. That was fun!
Mother scolds me, but I only half-listen. Until she asks me to not
pull tricks like that again. I pout, but agree. Spoilsport. Oh, well.
It was fun while it lasted. Ranma still looks funny, though.
Mother asks me to go to the bathroom and have a bath. I nod and
happily go up, then realize something. I walk back to Mother and ask her
where my other clothes are. Mother looks startled. She then does
something unthinkable.
"Nabiki? could you please go get Naiko some clothes, please?" My
eyes go wide in shock. Asking Nabiki to do anything? That's expensive.
But to my amazement, Nabiki nods and leaves the room. She comes back a
minute later with a small pile of clothes. I grab the clothes, and thank
her. She just waves me away. I shrug, and run up to the bathroom.
I wonder where Ranma is? Oh, well, it doesn't matter. I take off
my clothes, put my clean clothes to the side. As I throw my dirty clothes
in the wash, I hear a small splash in the bathroom. I think it might be
Akane, so it doesn't matter. I walk in, to a surprising sight.
"Ranma!" I shout, "Leave my piggy alone!!!" I run up to Ranma and
start hitting him. Ranma is looking at me, surprised, and has my piggy
in his hand. They are both standing over the bathtub, which is full of
hot water. Ranma is so startled that he drops my piggy ... into the
tub. Shortly after my piggy hits the water a man appears. My eyes
are wide. I start crying, "Where did my piggy go?" Ranma looks
startled, looks at the man. The man looks scared or something. I just
want my piggy, where did he go?
Ranma comes up to me and says, quietly, "Naiko, see that man over
there? Well, that man _IS_ your piggy. He was put under a curse by some
magic water that changes him into a pig." The man, NO, my _piggy_
looks scared of me. I run up to him. Ranma looks startled, for some
reason. Ranma quietly says, "Do you want him to be a pig again?" At my
nod, the man-form of my piggy gets out of the bathtub and turns on the
cold water and splashes himself with it.
Mother knocks on the door as I pick up my piggy, who is a piggy again.
Mother asks, "Is everything all right in there?"
I finally slow my crying, as Ranma replies, "It's all right, Naiko just
had a little scare here. We'll be out soon." Mother bursts into the
room, looking for something, probably me. When she sees me, she asks
Ranma something. I can't hear, as I am still crying, and they are
whispering. I finally stop crying, and see mother sitting beside me.
Mother tells me, "Naiko, that man you saw? His name is Ryouga. But
he prefers to be called P-chan when he's a pig." I nod, trying to
understand. Then I do. He doesn't want people to know that he turns
into a pig, so he uses another name. For some reason, that strikes me
as hilariously funny.
"Just like Ranma!" I say, then giggle some more. Ranma looks surprised
that I know. I'm surprised that Ranma thinks that. "Ranma, I thought
_everyone_ knew?" Ranma blanches. "You mean _not_ everyone knows?"
My voice is a tiny whisper. Then IT happens. I feel fire through my
body, my mind. It hurts. I can't control my body. I try to call to
mother, but Ranma is there first. Ranma holds my arms down, mother comes
up and holds down my legs. I can barely feel this as I have so much pain
running through me.
Then everything mercifully goes black.
******
Black Lightning Design Group presents:
Is this a Dream?
Or a Nightmare?
Chapter 5.lemon
a Ranma 1/2 Fan-fic
I wake up, slowly. Not because that I'm tired, but because I'm
afraid.
I'm afraid the pain is still there.
As I regain consciousness, I find that the pain has receded to
something more bearable. I feel the pain receding, faster, now that I'm
awake.
Now that the pain is less, I notice something else. I feel warm down
by my legs. I try to reach down there with my hands to make certain, but I
can't move them. I just noticed something else. I'm tied up, to the bed?
I raise my head, and see that, yes, I'm tied to the bed. My arms and legs
are tied down. Probably because of what happened, whenever.
The warmth is getting stronger. Now the pain is all the way gone. I
call out, "Mother?" pleadingly, I want the warmth to stop. It's making me
feel funny. For some reason, I like that feeling. All the more reason to
make it stop. I want a bath.
Mother walks into the room, and sees me awake. She comes up to me,
and I see that she's concerned about something. She feels my forehead, and
asks me, "Does it still hurt?" I shake my head, and feel the warmth
getting stronger, still. Mother probably notices, because she puts her
hand on my stomach, now. I start moaning, it feels TOO good.
Mother looks suprised at this, and moves her hand down a bit. Then
she snatches her hand away fast. I feel the pleasure lessening, so I stop
moaning. I breathe deeply. Mother then unties me, and the sudden freedom
of my arms seems to spark another one of those reflex things. My eyes go
wide as I feel my hand flying down to my crotch. Mother sees this, and
politely walks out of the room, telling the people out there that it's
still not a good idea to go in there.
Then I can't notice them anymore, as the pleasure engulfs me. I
regain control of my hands, but I don't want it to stop now. I feel, with
my fingers, down THERE, and find something that feels like "petals". I
move them aside with a finger. I feel more connections making themselves
known to me, and I now know more about my anatomy, somehow. I feel my
clitoris, bringing an even more strong wave of pleasure to myself.
I do this for a minuite, until that doesn't bring any more pleasure,
then I use my finger to explore more of my opening, then shove the finger
all the way in. I arch my back in pleasure, and another moan escapes my
lips. I pull my finger out a bit, then shove it back in, bringing still
more pleasure to myself. Again and again I do this, and I feel a knot of
pleasure expanding more and more. Suddenly the knot explodes, and I can't
move, because of the pleasure.
After a few minuites I regain control of my hands, my entire body. I
look at my hand, it's glistening with something. I taste it, and find that
I like that taste. I lick off my hand, then sit up. the pleasure is still
there, but receded to a point where I can control myself again. I hope I
dont lose control of myself like that when mother is here.
I get up, slowly. I then untie my legs. Now I can clean up this mess
on the bed. I hope mother won't be too mad at me. My stomach growls. How
long was I unconscious? However long it was, it was too long, for I'm
hungry again. I slowly get dressed.
I run downstairs, hoping that I didn't miss supper, or whatever. When
I get downstairs, I find that supper is, indeed, over. But mother saved
some food for me. I grin happily and walk up to mother. She smiles and
tries to hand me my food. I give her a big hug, first. She seems to be
surprised. Oh, well. My stomach growls again, and I sheepishly take the
plate from mother, wanting to get rid of that growling before it becomes a
nuisance.
I sit at the table and start eating my food. After my third mouthful,
my stomach finally stops growling. I quickly finish off my meal, as I
don't want Ranma's father to get a hold of it. All of a sudden I feel
sleepy again...and I feel thirsty for something. I eplore the thirsty
feeling and find out what I'm thirsty for. For some reason I don't think
that mother would appreciate me sucking on her tonight.
I shrug the feeling off, and walk upstairs to the room I share with
mother. Mother takes a while to come back to bed. As she gets ready for
bed, I tell her, "Mother? I was wondering..." I feel sheepish, and
nervous. I don't want mother to get mad at me, "It's been so long, and
I'm, well, I'm thirsty for some milk..." Mother starts to get dressed
again, probably to get me some milk from downstairs, but I coninue, "Not
that milk. I ... please don't get mad at me..." I try not to cry.
Mother comes up to me, and tells me, quietly, "I'm sorry, not tonight.
Tonight has been busy for me. I've got other things on my mind. I hope you
don't mind." I shake my head, and then get up. Mother asks, "Where are
you going?"
I do the unthinkable, I tell her, "To Ranma. Maybe she'll let me."
Mother looks startled, but just nods. I walk out of our room. When I get
to Ranma's room, I peek in. Ranma is there, in his male form, and his
father is sound asleep in his panda form. Ranma is also sound asleep, but
he's on top of his futon. I quickly walk to the bathroom, grab a glass of
lukewarm water, and walk back. Ranma has rolled over. All the easier. I
quietly step in the room, and pour the water on Ranma. He changes to his
girl form, and moans a little.
No problem. Now the hard part. I pull lightly on her shirt, hoping
that Ranma won't resist. to my surprise, she helps, sort of. She raises
her hands above her head and mumbles something like, "Okay, mother, I'll
take off my shirt," This was too easy. Then I lie beside Ranma and roll
her towards me. Ranma obliges me. I move around until her breast is at my
mouth. Ranma sighs. I start sucking.
Ranma moans a bit, then wakes up. But she doesn't move, so that's
good. I'm still sucking when Ranma asks me, "What are you doing?" As it
is dark, I decide to pretend to be asleep. I close my eyes, and continue
sucking. Ranma just sighs. then I feel Ranma moving both her hands. I'm
afraid that she'll remove me, but I manage to not show it. Ranma's one
hand works it's way into my panties, and her other one finds itself in
hers. I open my eyes wide. Ranma looks impish, while she says, "Well, I
want you to feel as much pleasure as you're giving me..." I just smile,
until Ranma pushes her finger into me.
Ranma seems to have done the same to herself, as she moans at the same
time as me. I try to continue sucking, and succeed. Ranma continues to
pleasure us both, and I feel the need for the milk receeding to nothing.
The pleasure becomes unbearable after a while, and somehow, I feel that
Ranma isn't as far as me. I continue sucking on her one breast, and start
fondling the other, Ranma quickly catches up at that point. We cum
together, and neither can move for a couple minuites, gasping in pleasure.
After we can move again, we disentangle ourselves and walk to the
bathroom. As I'm still small, I can bathe with other people, even boys.
We clean ourselves and then step into the furo. after a while Ranma tells
me, "Thank-you," I look at him, startled, and he continues, "I would never
have gotten up the courage to do that if it weren't for you, thank-you."
Ranma just sighs, and lays back. As I'm warm enough, I get out and dry
myself off. I then walk up to my mother's room. Mother is watching me as
I walk in.
"How was it?" she asks. I just smile. I'm so sleepy, maybe I can
sort out all this tomorrow. I get into bed, and fall asleep.
******
On waking, I'm greeted by Mother, silently tucking me into the
bed, looking as if she had just gotten up, herself. I smile at her,
glad to see her just after she woke up as well. Then the impossible
happens.
The fire comes back.
The suddeness of the pain scares me, and a scream edges it's way
out of my throat. The blackness descends on me again, but not before
one lone thought runs through my mind.
*Mark*
******
Black Lightning Design Group presents:
Is this a Dream?
Or a Nightmare?
Chapter 6
a Ranma 1/2 Fan-fic
I wake again, this time with a splitting headache that makes a
migrane look nice. Then I remember. Memory flashes through my mind,
and then I notice one memory that seems too real to be a dream.
Checking it, I look down. I'm female, that much is plain, and I'm
sitting in bed with four people surrounding me. Memory tells me that
one of the people is my mother, so I call her. Mother hugs me and
says something like, "It's okay...you'll be alright..." Then something
wierd happens.
Pain floods my body, different pain than the pain from before.
Also, through the pain, I see mother fading out, as if from another
dream. Memories start flooding me and eventually, I remember who I
once was. My name.
My name is...
My name is Mark...
Mark Reddale.
I find myself sitting on the floor beside my bed and I start
wondering if that was a dream...or a really funky nightmare. Sighing
immensely, I stand up and get dressed, noting, almost absently, that
there's dust everywhere.
My father barges into my room, carrying a gun, screaming, "You
fucking bastards! Get the Hell..." He trails off after seeing me.
Then he drops the gun and runs to me, hugging me fiercely, crying,
"Where have you been? Where? I've been so worried the last two
weeks..."
I stare at my father in shock, then fall to the floor in a dead
faint.
******
Finally finished this sucker...hope you like it.
As always, comments and criticisms are both wanted, and appreciated.
My E-mail is ShadowChan@cybergal.com, now.
I await the flames!
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