| Subject: Oh that was mean... |
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Redd
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Date Posted: 20:29:02 05/18/01 Fri
((I know you warned me in advance, but that was mean, Sang-mun, and don't think I won't ahhhh "punish" you for it XD! Inside joke n.n;; And yeah I know it's been far too long since I posted too but...I lost the link! O.O! Gomen, gomen, peoples...))
Redd was...sitting where she was when they left to fight, in front of the control panels, except now she was asleep, one hand folded protectively over the growing child inside of her. And she was dreaming. Horrible pictures of abortions, a half-formed child, burned and bloody, being ripped from its mother's screaming, writhing body, flashed through her mind. She obviously didn't want it to happen. And Redd was just standing there in the operation room, an impassive, silent observer. Knowing it was wrong, but unable to do anything about it. And as she got closer, unwillingly, she saw the mother's tortured face. It was a mimic of her own, but pale and gaunt, damp crimson hair sticking to its skeletal features. When the dreamshot changed to a full-on shot of the child, with a shock of black/red hair, its skin hanging off its body, she awoke with a start.
She had no idea why she'd jsut dreamt that...but apparantly the child didn't like it either...she could feel him shifting about within her body, his thoughtwaves disgusted. Bile rose in her throat. That last image stayed in her mind, whether she wasnted it to or not. She shoved from the seat, one hand held over her mouth, and made a mad dash for the bathroom, barely able to close the door before.....*SPLAT!*
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