Frenemy Part 16

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Frenemy Part 16

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PART SIXTEEN
I called Sashay that night. I talked her out of coming over, thankfully. I loved her dearly, but I didn't want compant right then.
"What was it like?" she asked after I convinced her not to bother.
I shrugged, mostly for my benefit. "Like living in the hot, dusty desert. They hated my guts, I ignored them. ow they're dead and it's all over."
"Were you scared?" she pressed in a breathless whisper.
I luahged. "At first, but once I realized they weren't going to kill me and that the fear was mutual, no." I hesitated, afraid to continue my thought. Sash had been my friend for years, but I couldn't be sure my next words wouldn't get back to BLI, to Korse. I decided to say it. Comet, Danzing, and Puzzle deserved something positive said about them, even if it was a little late. "Actually they were really nice. They didn't deserve to die."
Sashay sighed. "I know. None of this makes much sense." Her voice was sad. "I'm glad you're okay and ecstatic you're alive. When I found out you were missing...I'm not oging to dwell on that. I'm really happy you're home. This weekend we're going out to celebrate, no protests."
"I'm not agreeing to that. Hey, who told you I was missing?"
"Turtle. I went up to BLI when I hadn't heard from you in a few days. He's sweet. And cute. I thik he's got a crush on you." Her voice took on an excited, gossipy quality.
I groaned. "Sashay, we're not in high school any more. Besides, I don't need the distraction of wondering if one of my teammates is interested in me."
She laughed. "But still, he seriously does. Have you even considered dating since, you know, Dax?"
Whoa.
"Sash, please, I don't want to go there. I'm not ready. Besides I've got more important things to worry about than boys."
"Really? Like what?"
I normally sugar coated my daily life when it involved my work where Sashay was concerned. But not this time. "Like staying alive. Look, I'll talk to you later. I need to get some sleep-I wiped."
"All right. Glad you're back, girlie. Sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite."
It's not the bed bugs I'm worried about, I thought. "Yeah, thanks."
I hung up, tossing the cordless to the end of the couch. I hunkered down into the cushions. It felt odd being back in my apartment.My things were covered in a fine layer of dust and bills sat on the table, unopened and demanding. I yawned and went to my room, falling on the bed. I took a shower as soon as I got home, washing the desert sand from my hair and skin. My blankets rubbed across my skin, soft and comforting. The mattress felt like heaven compared to the hard floor of the concession stand; I think it was the the one thing I missed the most while I was in the desert. I wasn't looking forward to work in the morning. The last place I wanted to be was in the BLI headquarters near Korse.
Safe behind a bolted door, comfortable, and warm, I closed my eyes. For the first time in a long time I dreamed. I dreamed of Dax. It didn't feel like a dream though. It felt too real to be only in my head.
~Dream~
I stood in Dax's apartment, the one we lived in before his death. The house was filled with the smell of real food and warm sunlight spilled through the balcony door, bathing me in yellow light. I felt peaceful for one, content. Dax joined me, wrapping his arms around me. We stared across the city, the desert edging the horizon.
"Something wrong?" he asked.
I shook my head. "No, just admiring the view."
I laid my hands over his. He kissed my hair and I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, wishing this would last forever. I opened my eyes, expecting to see skyscrapers and traffic congested roads. Instead, I was in the desert, standing by as Dax stared down the barrel of Korse's pistol.
His face was expressionless, calm, his eyes blank. Korse glowered at him, his hand clenched around his gun. Neither paid me any attention. I noticed Korse's finger flex over the trigger, a single word falling from his thin lips: "traitor."
"No!" I screamed, the word a desperate plea. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing to be back in the apartment, safe, warm, home. Not hearing the shot, I hesitantly opened my eyes, but the scene had changed. Dax and Korse were gone, replaced by Domino and Turtle, the pistol now firmly held in Turlte's hand.
This bothered me. Turtle wouldn't do this. His heart wasn't that cold. Was it? Domino smirked at him, looking completely unconcerened. Didn't he see Turtle, sweetheart Turtle, aiming for his heart?
"Turtle..." I murmured.
The gun went off, sounding like a cannon. I saw everything move in slow motion. I felt myself jolt forward, screaming as if that would stop the bullet. Suddenly I was standing in front of the bullet, Domino no longer behind me. I staggered to a stop, straightening. I stared across the gap, the beam hovering halfway across. I stared down the barrel of a pistol held...
In my hands.
My other self smirked evilly at me. She was nothing like the real person. The humanity, the heart, was completely gone. Korse would love this version of me. She would give up the Killjoys without a second thought, pull the trigger without conflict. She would have taken out Comet and his gang, weaponless, and injured or not. She didn't have a conscience.
She was dressed in a Drac uniform minus the mask. I glanced down at my clothes, stunned to see the colorful, dirt encrusted, ragged garb of a Killjoy on me.
"Deviants have no place in this world," she gloated. "You have no place in this world."
I gaped at her as the bullet continued its progress, moving swiftly, directly toward my heart. ~End Dream~
I jolted awake. Sweat beaded across my forehead and streamed down my feverish cheeks. I trembled. My breath came in short, labored gasps.I pushed my blankets off, swinging my feet to the floor. Too much in my life had become good versus bad. The same conflict was tearing apart my psyche.

Part 17 in the works. It'll be ready soon!