Posted By: Frensa Geran<email@example.com>
Date: 5 October 2003, 1:47 AM
The sun was just coming up as the dream began. I did not look behind me, but gazed out onto the risen deck, with the grandiose view of the ocean, and seagulls flew overhead. Off in the distance the chiming of a clock-tower, and the sound of laughing children on the beach.
Had I known it was a dream, I would've jumped off the deck, and flew out into the ocean, soaring freely, unconstrained by the bounds of reality. But I knew nothing, and I sat on the deck, sipping ice cold lemonade, feeling the warmth of the rising sun heat my body. I closed my eyes.
I opened them, and the dream changed. I was sitting in a car, covered in light green clothes. It was dark out, and I couldn't see much from the smoke billowing all around me. I looked at my hands. A gun lay in them, with my fingers laying gently on the trigger. I began to recognize everything.
I was not in any car. It was the M12A Warthog. I looked behind me, and saw the massive triple-barreled rocket launcher, with an officer controlling it, waiting for action. I had a wallpaper of this in my room, and now there I was, sitting in the passenger side, holding an Battle Rifle tightly.
Where was I? I couldn't tell, but screams of all kinds began to reverberate off my ears. Woman were crying, after a concussion of what sounded like plasma. My body I was seeing through began to speak. It was faint:
"Sergeant, HQ wants us to fall back to secondary positions!" My body said.
"Damnit! We're not finished yet!" The voice to my left said.
"The enemy is closing in too fast, we have to move!" My body replied.
Moments later plasma scarring hit my bodies arm, and a shout of pain echoed through the wasteland we were in. The gunner was shot in the head, and his limp body fell to the ground. Seconds later the Driver was moving fast. I could see tall buildings around me, and the street was covered in damaged gravel.
I lifted my arm to cover my eyes from the billowing smoke, and shards of gravel being flung from exploding cars, and everything else in the city. During small segments, when both the dream, and the smoke was clear, everything seemed familiar.
I looked up at the sky, watching tiny purple dots orbit. I could see orange balls of fire being launched from them, and the now familiar rumble of destruction and death.
Gunner-less, we drove quickly and oddly past charred Warthogs, and broken Ghosts. I had never seen a Ghost before, yet there it was, lying in my subconscious.
From behind, a speedy Transport Warthog drove by, a bloodied body in the back, and a few Medics trying to patch him up. The drivers left eye was missing, and a dribble of blood soaked his uniform.
Seconds later, a low rumble became a loud one, jolting at my fast paced heart. A blue ball of fire struck the Transport, sending it into blue, then orange flames, charring all the occupants.
My eyes squeezed, and my stomach churned.
"Rest in Peace..." The driver said, dodging plasma bolts from behind.
I looked back, and a floating purple ship sped up, firing thick bolts of blue, making glowing dents in our fender. I fired a few shots out of my gun, but they merely dinged off the front. I couldn't see the driver, but I had a feeling I already knew what it was.
My body grabbed a bluish sphere, and pressed an orange button on the surface, sending it ablaze in blue mist. I chucked it, and it stuck to the front. Moments later, a blue flashed blinded me.
When I looked back again, the ship was gone. I smiled. We were going up a ramp, and a sign overhead made my heart sink and my blood freeze:
WELCOME TO NEW MOMBASA!
Seconds later, a shadowy figure jumped onto the car. Its hand lifted, and swiped me in the head.
I woke up in my bed, drenched in sweat. I breathed deeply, telling myself over and over it was a dream. I was back now, 16 years old, and living with my Grand Parents. I got out of my bed and looked out the window. The buildings rose high in the air, not smoking or on fire. The people walked happily. The sign off in the distance:
WELCOME TO NEW MOMBASA!
To Be Continued...