Kandar Ep. 34 The Dream
I am in an elevator, I know where I am going. I have been there so many times before.
Again? Must I really see this again? How may times I have? How many times tonight? How may more times must I?
That was it, the final straw. I was on my way in to talk to the director. Why had he ordered this. It had to be him. I know what I saw.
This is strange, it normally does not start this far back.
I walked right into the upper level, past where tourist can go. The automated bio-scan informs the desk and control who I am and grants me access to go right through all security check points. I am running up the flights of stairs. Here is the real check point, nobody comes past here that is not one of us, not even clergy. Bio-scan, retinal scan, key-card, and pass codes are required just to reach the front desk. The doors open allowing me into one of the most secure area. 'These makes no sense, if they wanted to...'
Even what I was thinking that day, it's all here.
'I had been called in two weeks ago about the medications that I was not taking, but I had been doing fine with out them. In fact, I was feeling better and better everyday. What was the deal?' After clearing, I walk right to the front desk in to reception. It was a very plain dark wood desk in the far corner of a large room. The floor, walls and ceiling were all completely tiled in a green and white marble making every sound carry and echo. Two people sat at the desk 30 hours a day 10 days a week. I replacement would step in anytime one of them had to leave, even if it was just to go to the bathroom.
Something happens here I can feel it.
Today a female hunter sat here with the receptionist, how odd, at best it would be a junior agent. I demand to see the director "Where is he?" I scream at them. "Sir..." the one on the left, Connie, the hunter, started. 'Sir?' I think to myself. 'I have known these two for years, and we are on first name bases. Something is about to happen.' She starts to reach in her coat. I am over the desk in a flash, my left hand jamming her gun back into its holster and pinning her arm there across her body. The barrel of my right gun is pressing hard on her left eye, threating to pop the eyeball out of its socket.
I am angry and have every right to be, but I am not normally like this.
"YOU MISUNDERSTAND ME, THAT WAS NOT A REQUEST! WHERE IS HE RIGHT NOW!" the one on the right, Sara, starts to move, I freeze her with just a glance. I can see the terror in her eyes.
"Please, just let me check," her words are shaky and nervous. I really didn't mean to scare her, she is just a receptionist.
As I stand, I help Connie to her feet, removing her gun as I do. I completely disassembly it and scatter the pieces across the black and white marble tile of the room. "That was unnecessary," she says dejectedly.
"Was is?" I reply
"He is in the big conference room Charlie. He is expecting you Blackwolf."
I am watching through my eyes, but I cannot control anything. I am just along for the ride.
I am looking down at that ugly paisley carpet they had in the halls, makes me think of a bad marmoset flick.
A few quick turns and I am standing in front of the director. The tables and chairs are gone from the room, it's wide open. He has her long, beautiful hair wrapped around his left fist and holding a gun to her head with the other. "You should have died with your team Blackwolf. Take your guns out and lay them down on the ground, now."
Five people quietly enter from behind me forming a semi-circle.
I cannot see them... I feel them... they are all assassins...they are strong, but they are scared. How do I know they are there? How do I know what they feel. I didn't hear them and there are no mirrors.
Quietly I hear her speak these words to me, "I will always love you." That is when everything begins to slow down like adjusting the frame rate down on a holoviewer to catch something you missed.
I see his muscles flex in his forearm. I see his finger pull the trigger. I watch horrified as the bullet leaves the gun and enters her temple.
It is impossible, but I saw it.I know I did and see it here, again and again unable to look away.
I see the bullet exit and hit the wall. I can see the blood drops one by one hit the wall to my right. I look right into her eyes as the light fades from my my mothers eyes. I felt something inside me...click, like a heavy switch, almost audible, and the whole world slowed to a crawl.
I am dropping down to one knee and spinning around. I fired at them as they were still aiming, left... right... left... right... left. I see each of the five bullets I fired hit their mark, entering each one, just below the chin, in the soft flesh and exiting through the top of their skulls. The 11mm hollow points doing exactly what they were designed to do, instant death.
How am I so fast?
Again, I am standing in front of the director, my mothers body has not even hit the floor yet. He is drawing on me and taking aim as I fire again. The bullet hits him in the shoulder. I see and feel 'Yes I feel it.' his ball and socket join shatters as the bullet passes through. His arm goes limp, the gun dropped from his hand. He has this look on his face, it's not pain or shock, it's fear, pure unadulterated fear as he looks at me.
He knows it is over for him, but there is something else there. Our kind do not fear death, yet he is consumed with it.
This rage swells inside me I have never felt before, over coming me, exploding into my mind and my body bursting forth like a broken water main. Such sound erupted from me that I have never heard from any living thing before or since. I swear I see the world tremble or wobble, just before everything turns red.
I don't mean figuratively, this weird red tint took over my vision. It is the same here even in my dreams.
I fire again, my right gun, and more than I aimed, I willed the bullet out of the gun. I do not sense my finger pull the trigger yet, I watched the bullet leave the gun and enter his right eye. I screamed again. "AAAAAARRRRGGGGGG"
"JESSIE!" It's Jack's voice. "Jessie! Are you ok? Are you back?"
I am laying in the kitchen floor, the back of my head resting on his stomach with his legs to either side of me, his arms are holding my head up. It is dark outside and the light are dim inside. I hear this strange rhythm, just drums, no other instruments, playing softly. "I'm awake." My own voice sounds far away. My clothes are stuck to me. Then it all came rushing back to me, where I was and, why I was there.