Adnai

I remember I was inside of this school. I loved to climb about the outside, to jump all over the railings and discover new shortcuts and ways for me to sneak in and out. I also had a favorite teacher, one of the few inside of the school. Her name was Ms. Honey, and she was in charge of the younger kids, ages 7-12. I often found myself dropping by the large windows outside of her classroom, waving to her before I continued about my day.

But something was different about my town. It was tense. It was scary. People talked in hushed whispers about the government and refused to tell the children why.

I ignored all of this, and went about my day at school. But while I was in the hallway to the upstairs apartments, I saw something. . . strange. Men in military garb, in the janitors apartment. They murdered him, a quick knife slash to the throat, and quickly left. I was shocked to my very core. I had liked the janitor, he had been a nice man. . . But he didn't stay dead. What seemed like seconds later, his eyes opened, bloodshot and dialated, and he shuffled back up to his feet.

I don't know how I knew, but I knew the children and Ms. Honey were in danger. Quickly escaping the building, I climbed on the outside and dropped by her window, frantically banging on it. She opened it up, allowing me inside, and closed it again. I was out of breath, my heart was hammering in my chest, and all I wanted to do was get them the hell out of there.

I began to tell her that we had to leave. Right now. If we didn't, people were going to get hurt and the children wouldn't be safe.

She didn't believe me.

I told her the government had just paid a visit to the janitor upstairs.

She paled, and looked at me. I nodded my head back at her, and she quickly spurred into action.

"It's time for an evacuation drill." She said, a slightly serious look on her face, "Kyleigh will help you outside. Today we'll be learning how to get out of the window."

The hallways weren't safe. No telling how many people the janitor had infected. So I hurriedly opened up the window and helped the kids out, one at a time. I helped them to the edge of the roof, where they all dropped, one-by-one, into the street. Ms. Honey came out last, when the classroom was empty.

She paled.

"I'm missing three children!" She told me. I ambled over the rooftop, back to the window, and found those three kids returning, with a zombie in tow. They didn't seem to realize he had his throat injured, and nor the way he tried to grab at them.

The girls saw me and walked over to me, loving the way I walked so easily over the school's exterior. They thought I could walk on air. I smiled as calmly as I could and said we were doing a drill. One girl I helped up and ushered to the window. The second followed. The third was a little bit short.

"Oh, don't forget my new friend. He'll get lonely."

"I won't, honey. Up, c'mon, jump up." I said, also as calmly as I could manage. She did, right as the zombie shuffled to greet us and I got us away from it. The stupid thing didn't know how to get on counters and through a window.

Ms. Honey looked at me, relieved as she collected all of the children - including myself - and directed us away from the building.

The government came shortly after. I remember watching as we were all quarantined, tested, and released, and then the building was set on fire. I watched that firery inferno lick and eat away at the building's insides. One of my most beloved playgrounds was toppling to the ground. I cried a little as it went, but said nothing more.

I had saved Ms. Honey and twenty children from becoming zombies, and that was all that mattered to me.

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This next dream was very misc. and slightly fragmented.

I remember there was a construction sight where the men there decided to shave a hedge to make it look like Genie just because they felt like it.

I felt very exasperated throughout the course of the dream.

For some reason, Vincent Valentine owned an ice cream/bakery stand. I knew not why. He also owned a celllphone, haha.

I woke up roughly 2 times this night. Once at 3:55, and the other a minute before my alarm clock went off.

This took place in the eyes of Newt. She was in the colony, as was a large fraction of people and US Marines. Newt was incredibly worried, because she knew what would happen if the monsters came out of the planet and began to attack the colony.

That is exactly what happened.

The Marines were holding off the Xenomorphs to give the civilians enough time to escape. It was working very well, with the Marines holding up an incredibly formidable defense inside of an armored dome. It had machine and rail guns attached to every bit of it. As Ripley was piloting one of the civilian carriers away, she saw Newt, left behind in the middle of an alien fight.

She promised herself she would come back for the child, even if it meant getting kicked out of the military.

Newt, once everybody had left save for a skeleton crew of Marines, took over an empty gun turret and shot at one of the few remaining aliens. She hit it, and it fell down with a screech. This also alerted the Marines to her presence, but right as they were about to say something, they saw a dog that had been injured.

"Hey, hey. Watch it, that dog's going straight for the. . . Fence." One of the Marines sounded fearful as he remembered the perimeter fence. Obviously the dog had found a hole.

The Marines opened fire again, on a new onslaught of aliens, and Newt was quickly shooed off the turret and told to run. She did, fearing her life and running faster than she ever had in her life. Unfortunately, two of the aliens tore off of the attacking pack and proceeded after her. Newt tripped, a rock tangling around her ankle. She got back up to her feet, but it was too late. The aliens were right there, and she had nothing to defend herself.

One of them approached, examining her, and then sniffing her. It growled, low in its throat, and then turned to its companion and growled again. Both of the Xenomorphs quickly ran off, presumably to go fight against the Marines. Newt, at this point, thought her heart was going to explode in her chest from beating so fast.

She didn't stop to wait. She turned back around and started running again. That was when Ripley found her, having kept her promise and tightly embracing her. She said she had the rest of the Marines and it was time to go. There was no use in waiting.

They did.

Newt was safe, and she curled up next to Ripley the entire trip back to the space colony, which was both alien-free and safe.

At the first the dream had nothing to do with me. I was watching a man at nighttime that damn near drowned in a bayou. He was tearing up a rotted dock in his attempts to get to land - and eventually he made it. He laid there, spluttering and gasping as he rested half-in, half-out of the water. I also saw the shadows that rose up out of the water and towered over him silently. Around seven foot, heavily muscled, and it had horns. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew it was an incubus. The man turned around - and was about to scream before the shadows converged on him and it entered his body.

Then the dream switched to me, and I walked outside, trying to find out what the source of a odd noise was. I'd just stepped to the rotted dock to find it unoccupied - until somebody grabbed me from behind and threw me down on the ground. The man was there, red eyes staring at me as he smiled. Then he raped me.

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A few weeks later, I avoided his place like the plague, not wanting to admit what had happened between us. He was supposed to get married in two weeks. I started to feel sick, so I decided to go to the doctor's, though I already knew what had happened. Somehow I'd gotten pregnant from the encounter. As I sat in the counselor's office, I impatiently twiddled with my fingers and kept absolutely to myself.

The demon inside of him seemed to know what I wanted to do, for it impersonated the advisor I was about to see, but another counselor was supposed to be in the room with him. His plan half-failed right then and there.

I go in, sit down, and both of them give me a small phamplet with some questions. Namely, can you take care of a baby, are your parents supportive, blah blah blah. There were nine of them. I circled NO for 7.

At this, the Incubi got mad that I was going to get my way, and he turned to violence. He followed me upstairs and began to throw people through windows, break down doors looking for me. I hid behind a small alcove, watching the man with red eyes rant and rave about how I'd lied to him. How I'd willingly bedded him in an attempt to ruin his marriage.

That's when I saw his wife's car out in the parking lot.

Taking a risk, I dashed out there and found her right as she was about to drive off. I told her everything in a hushed, hurried voice. I started to cry towards the middle of it, because even though none of it had really been my fault, I still felt guilty that this had happened.

Though the wife just told me it would be okay, and she wasn't angry. He'd been acting different ever since that night on the dock, and it was only a matter of time before she found out what was causing it. She believed me. Then she stepped out of her car, her fiance stepped out of the clinic, and they were about to face off.

I woke up right after that.

I was a child soldier. I'd been blown up in battle, though I don't know it happened or why. My primary caretaker, a man I'd known for years, was hovering over me as I woke up. IVs and tubes were stuck into my arms, and it hurt to even turn my head to look at him.

"You've been out for a while," He said softly, "How are you feeling?"

I grunted in acknowledgement. Of course I wasn't feeling good. I'd probably been shot and blown up to kingdom come.

"Here. I have to adjust the medicine. You're going to be out of it for a while, okay?" He did, and instantly I felt pain shooting down my arm. I hiccupped in agony for a moment, but then I relaxed and the pain died off. Another doctor entered my field of vision - my doctor's colleage.

"So she's the child soldier I've been hearing about, huh?" He said, brushing some of my hair out of my face.

"Yes. She's the only one to have survived the conditioning and training. She's WAR's Patient Zero."

"I bet she's a sight to see in battle. Elegance and grace and all that."

"If you're into watching children murder, then sure."

The other doctor scoffed lightly, and my primary doctor looked down at me before patting me on the shoulder gently, "It'll be a while before you're back in action. Just rest now, okay? I've got to go fill out some paperwork."

Then he left, and I laid against the bed, silently willing the pain to go away. The other doctor was back in my line of sight again in no time. He placed a mask over my face.

"Some people just can't appreciate a good power when they see one. Don't worry, dear. I'll make sure you're put to good use."

He gassed me, then, and I dozed off, unable to help myself. I felt strong arms lifting me out of the bed and unplugging the IVs and needles. But by then I was too asleep to care.

There was a large group of us that were in a bus. Almost convientely, the bus decided to break down and we crashed - right outside of Silent Hill. A group of sixteen of us wandered into the town, but I felt very wary. It was almost snowing outside - it was ash - but the buildings looked to be about half-destoyed and there was not a single person in sight. I wanted to leave the town, but the group convinced me to keep moving on. Eventually we entered a building, and the group got into a small arguement.

Go find residents of this own,

Or.

Leave.

I was in full support of the latter option, and did not hesitate to say it. But the group ignored me, and soon they left, leaving me with only five people. A girl clung to my leg and buried her head into the fabric of my pants. A teen, roughly my age, looked at me.

"I don't like this place. It gives me the creeps."

I nodded my head at her, "Good. Hold that close. That'll get us the hell out of here."

"No it won't," Came a new voice. A girl's voice. I turned around and found a very grungy, dirty girl standing behind us. She reeked of power, and I cringed away from it subconsciously.

"The Red God senses sin, and he's moving to deliver just punishment. . . He wants something. Silent Hill is his home."

The town's name. I shivered at the thought of the "Red God." Anything with the name God in the title was not a good sign. As I suspected, this town was filled with creepy people.

"I'll take you to safe haven." I believed the girl - knew I could, on some level - and after a short trek further into the building, she admitted us into a room that just had some tables and chairs. As soon as she closed the door, the building began to shake and everything warped to the Dark Time.

I closed my eyes, because somehow, I'd felt like I'd been here before. Alessa was standing in front of me when I opened them again.

"I can help you leave." She suggested, voice echoing in the caged room we were now in. I nodded my head, and soon the three of us (me, Alessa, and the other teen girl), were talking about the best ways out of Silent Hill. Eventually, however, I felt a shiver crawl down my spine.

Alessa walked over to the door, peeked out into the hallway, and softly muttered something beneath her breath.

"The Red God approaches. We must go. My power and his are evenly matched, and with you, I would not be able to win."

I nodded my head, shuffled the rest of the group through the other door, and as soon as I was about to close it, I got my first glimpse of the Red God. Pyramid Head. I shut the door and ran down the hallway like the rest of my group, and we soon found ourselves climbing up a staircase.

"What's he after? We haven't sinned." I said as I picked up a girl and threw her over my back. She was light, so I was able to run just as quickly. She'd been falling behind.

"He wants something. Craves it. It would tip the balance in his favor. . . I do not want that."

She stopped, and I realized why she had. There was a room, filled with. . . Medical garbage. But everywhere else was blocked off. She gestured for us to get in, and we did. It was digusting, it had used needles, but we did. I hid the girls before I crawled into the garbage, and suddenly Alessa was laughing, frolicking about and singing, "where are they? Where have they gone?"

I heard the screech of a sword as it was drawn close, and my back began to itch. It hurt. I bit my lip and watched as Alessa looked up at Pyramid Head and grinned.

"I just don't know." She said cheekily. He groaned angrily in response before turning away. The fierce pain in my backside relieved itself almost immediately. I groaned in relief.

We were safe - for now.

I was with Ominae Yu at this archelogical dig site. We were moving to the back of the room, where a man was trying to access a power core of some kind. We passed a room full of mirrors, a room full of chests, and another room I don't remember too well. Upon reaching the back, however, the man we'd been trying to stop turned around and flashed us a wicked grin.

"You can change it all, Ominae," He said, moving his hand, "Everything. Cosmos. Your mother and father. It can all go to the way it was supposed to be. This place has the power to change time. Events. History itself."

A mirror began to flash with Ominae's memories, to the most significant parts in his life. He stared at it, and eventually his eyes got all blank and he reached forward. I wasn't sure if he was possessed or hypnotized or whatever, but I rushed forward and latched onto him.

"Don't! Ominae, if you change the past, there's no telling what could happen! It could make things worse."

The man got angry at me, strode forward, and knocked me away from him. Ominae reached forward again to touch the mirror, but this time I screamed.

"OMINAE!"

That seemed to snap him out of it somewhat, because he paused, and the mirror started to crack. The man growled and rounded on me angrily, but not before I scrambled up to my feet and tried to run. He didn't chase me, but instead looked to Ominae - and Ominae did.

I raced back through the rooms, trying to stay a foot ahead of my Spriggan bodyguard. Eventually I made it to the room with the chests, and I hid as Ominae went about tearing through them. Something in my pocket vibrated, and I reached down to find Ominae's communicator. It was Jean.

"Jean, Ominae's gone all crazy and I can't stop him."

Jean might have said something, but I don't know what. In the next second Ominae was there, flipping over my cover and grabbing me around the waist. I dropped the communicator and struggled against him. He started to pull me back to the room where the man was waiting, and I just knew that the reunion was not going to be a pleasant one.