The Sirens: Extinction

Our universe is a dangerous place, and our peace is fragile. Dark lord's are trying to claim the many worlds we occupy, create giant massacres, holocausts, start galactic wars, you mention it. Therefore, we create heroes.


12. A vivid dream


She gave a loud gasp as she woke up, curled up in the softest bedsheets. She glared at the bedsheets, in their bright red that matched the flowers coloured on the walls. The bed was so comfortable and warm, that she had to fight to get up, and as she pulled away the covers, she felt her heart beat extra hard.

As she saw her arms, there were no scars and no tattoos. They were clean and smooth, her nails were done and bore a dark red colour, same went for her toe-nails. She pinched her picture-perfect skin several times, until she began leaving marks on her skin. She felt every pinch.

”Was it all just a dream?” She thought to herself and stepped out of the bed.

All the furniture was of a white wood, filled with girly drawings on of flowers and butterflies and birds, all in the most beautiful and magical colours.

Everything looked like her own room. Her old room.

The moment she saw the full-bodied mirror, she rushed to it, turning it her way and again; her heart began beating her deaf.

She froze at the sight of her own reflection. Brown hair hang straight down to her waist, yet a bit tousled from her sleep. She felt her own face, a bit rounder than what she were before. This had to be a long time ago. Again, she looked at her hands and then up at the mirror. She were wearing some kind long shirt, white with a doll's face on. With a quick peek underneath her shirt, she saw that her breasts hadn't yet grown.

”How old am I?” She thought and ran through her bedroom door.

”Mom? Dad?” She yelled and ran down the stairs, but there was a dead silence.

Down stairs looked like itself in this enourmous house they lived in, filled with family memories. She had a smaller smile on her lips, hoping that this was real. But something broke it, when she walked in the dark hallway and saw a shadow quickly passing in the light from the kitchen.

”Hello?” She hesitantly asked with a low voice.

She stepped into the kitchen, but within seconds she quickly looked away in horror. She felt so scared, and didn't want to look again, as a voice spoke.

”Oh! Hello there Gwyneth” a voice sang, as Gwyneth kept looking away.

”Come now, don't be like that! Did I do something wrong Gwyneth?” The voice of a woman asked, and Gwyneth could hear her walking closer and closer.

”Or did WE do something wrong?” She asked, and Gwyneth accidentally let a glance slip, giving out a whimper at the bloodied knife in the left hand of the other person.

The blue haired older version of herself knelt next to her with a wicked smile.

”Come now Gwyneth; we're used to this, are we not?” Gwen looked at the dead bodies and then back at Gwyneth.

Why was she scared? She was used to this. This was only a dream, right? She were shaking and wanted to cry.

”I...” she mumbled something.

”What?” Gwen asked, inching closer.

”I...” she kept the same volume and couldn't seem to make out any words properly.

”I'm sorry Gwyneth, but you need to speak up!” Gwen said and touched her arm.

”What do you want to say? Are you not satisfied with what we've done here?! Don't you feel the pleasure of taking their lives?! Your own family's lives?! You used to enjoy this so much! We used to! Their cries! Their crazy begging!” She yelled, and Gwyneth kept quiet.

”We love doing this! And then we had to go and agree with the leaders! Why didn't we just-”

”Shut up!” Gwyneth suddenly interrupted her and made Gwen go quiet, with a bit of a satisfied smile.

”I-I hate you! I hate me! Us! I hate what we've become! Just leave me alone! I don't want to do this anymore!” She screamed with tears flodding in her eyes.

”Hah! What? Then what do you want?!” Gwen asked teasingly, forcing her to yell as she waved around the knife and the blood dripped off of it.

”I-I don't know...” Gwyneth stuttered.

”Of course you don't! You're just a child!” Gwen used as her defence.

”Why did you do this?!” Gwyneth screamed again, crying a sea of tears.

”Well why don't you tell me? You know it just as well as I do!” Gwen said and spread her arms, waiting for Gwyneth's response. But there was none.

”Exactly... you don't want to admit it, do you? Well why don't we just do this the easy way, huh?” Gwen knelt down next to Gwyneth, she now spoke with a crazily calm way as she offered the knife to her.

”Just end it now... think of how many lives you'll save. Think of all the evil you will get rid off from the future. Just with a single, hard, stroke...” Gwen stood up and stopped talking.

Gwyneth looked at the knife, and up at Gwen's mildly smiling face. ”I'm doing this for the greater good. I'm redeeming myself.” She whispered before digging the knife into the artery in her wrist.

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