|Jungle Blood (standard:science fiction, 1706 words)|
|Author: shadowsinflames||Added: Dec 12 2003||Views/Reads: 2017/1209||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Dreams haunt Lily's sleep, dreams that evoke memories of a past long buried. When she begins to delve into it's secrets, she finds others like her, others kidnapped from the heart of a jungle, where worlds collide.|
Lily slipped into the steaming bath, hissing as the hot water hit her body. Once she settled in, she leaned her head back and closed her eyes. It had been a terribly long day, one that she would just love to boil away. Exhausted, she slipped into a restless sleep. 'The jungle trilled with the sounds of life, birds talking, the leaves rustling, it was a place filled with the essence of the universe. The giggles of children echoed unnaturally in the tropical shade, sounding more like the laughter of spirits than true beings. She was running through the lush green, playfully jumping through the undergrowth, dodging branches, and batting vines out of her way. 'Chalula, wait up,' another child's voice called, sounding like he was a distance away. Though the heavy atmosphere of the forest tended to distort the way sounds carried, the way sight worked.' Lily twitched violently in her sleep, causing water to splash over the side of the tub. Her eyes moved rapidly back and fourth beneath her lids in the vivid embrace of a dream as her hands clenched into fists at her side. 'Faster she ran, hearing her friend trying desperately to follow behind. Daring a glance behind, she saw his chest glint with the sparkling light that weaved through the thick branches overhead. His body was that of a seven year old, and the gasping grin on his face announced that they were playing tag. Like she would ever let him catch her. She laughed and plunged with more determination forward. Suddenly, she caught sight of a shadow beside her. Something moving fast, much faster than her. Aware that it could have been a creature hunting her, she should have stopped and waited for her friend, but her feet carried her unafraid forward. This time, she saw the movement on the other side of her. Vainly, she tried to see what it was but only caught sight of eyes, eyes so blue they glowed. Those eyes terrified her.' Lily sat straight up, causing waves of water to slosh onto the floor. Her heart was racing violently within her chest, an atestment to the horror that haunted her dreams. Quickly, she looked about, verifying that she was still in her bathroom. Sleep had taken so little time from her that the water still steamed with heat. Slowly, assured that she is in a place of safety, she sinks back down to think about her reoccurring dreams. When she was six years old, she and a group of children were kidnapped from the jungles of Africa. They'd been brought back to the states as unfortunate orphans rescued from certain death. They'd been spread from corner to corner with only dreams to remind them of the truth. Lily had no recollection of where she'd came from, what people, anything. Her only memory of life before the states was in dreams, and she was never sure how true they were. Though this dream, she always had the feeling that it was true. Something had stalked her in the jungle, something with less than good intentions towards her. But, she would probably never know what, due to the trail that lead to her home being severely cold. When she finally rose from the water, it had grown cool and chilled her skin. Wandering into the living room, she leaned down and plugged the phone back into the wall. The she hit the message machine to listen to the four messages that had been left. It was pretty much a guarantee that Richard had called. Though, she prayed that he hadn't. Of course, the first message was from Richard, 'Lily, I know you're there...please pick up. Damn it, Lily...I'm sorry. I really am. I admit it, I was a prick, unsupportive and selfish. Sigh, fine, whatever, maybe you can call me back later.' She snorted objectively to that comment. It wasn't likely that she was would be calling him for quite a while. He had yelled at her for obsessing about a past long gone. Claimed she was wasting her life away, trying to find unneeded answers. Nervously, she glanced down at her hand where moss had spread from her finger tips. He didn't understand, it was necessary. His ability to judge so harshly had cost him greatly, for he refused to listen to her when she needed him too, and so she refused to ever go back. Click here to read the rest of this story (86 more lines)
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