by A Returning Charlotte Mon 10 Aug 2009 - 18:52
"Eve... Eve..."
Someone was calling out to her. She tried to call back, but she made no sound. Everything was grey, like in a thick fog. She couldn't see anything except herself. Trying to move, she found she walk but when she did, it was at high speed.
Speeding through the fog, it cleared and she came to a building in the middle of the night. It was an aeroplane hanger. A plane was being loaded with prisoners wearing orange full body suits and hoods with masks. More prisoners were arriving in SUVs. One closest to her opened and she saw a few more being dragged out. A hood fell off of one, and she saw it was... herself??
She was drugged by a shunt up her nose and she was wearing an orange body suit like the rest. Her hood was put back on and fastened on so it wouldn't fall off again.
Suddenly, the fog drew in again and she was being pulled back out of the hanger by some invisible force. As suddenly as it began, it stopped. Black letters began to form in the fog, and the whisperer spoke to her.
REBEL
"Contact REBEL, Eve... REBEL... Don't forget..."
Groggily she woke up from her dream, and found she couldn't move or see anything other than the insides of something like a hood with a mask. There was something shoved painfully up her nose. She seemed to have a suit on on top of her clothes, like in her dream...
That couldn't have been real, could it? How could she have seen herself? It was impossible. She knew she could do special things, but not that. She shrugged away the thought but she couldn't get rid of the feeling that there had been someone else from somewhere safe in the dream with her, walking around in her dream, showing her things to help her.
Suddenly the seat started to vibrate and shake. She realised she must be on the plane and it was taking off. Trying to move, she found she could wriggle her arm out of the sleeve and move it inside her suit. She was glad they hadn't bothered to change her clothes in their rush to bring her to wherever she was. Slowly bringing it to her jeans pocket, she eased out her iPhone, a plan forming.