Delusion Of Danger- Waking

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Delusion Of Danger- Waking

1- Mirror Image

There was light. So much light. It burned a hole in her very essence. She didn't know where she was,

she knew nothing. Only that she was dying. And she wouldn't have to suffer her loss any more.

There was pain building up inside her mind. Soon it had filled her body and she felt like something

was drawing out the life from her. Stealing away all her experiences, her memories. Emptying her out

so there was nothing left.

No. She didn't want to forget. Those memories were hers. Memories of the family she used to have

when she was younger, memories of laughing with her friends for the last time, memories of Caleb.

She would never let them go. Not ever.

And so she fought the pain, like the spy she had been trained to be, and slowly but surely she won.

And when the light slowly began to fade away she found that she could still remember everything.

But now the light was clearing away and looked out into the afterlife.

Whether it was heaven or hell.

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"Wake up!" Someone was shaking her. And yelling in her ear. Okay so maybe not heaven.

"God, Di, wake up already!" Was the person talking to her? Her name wasn't Di. What was going

on?

Groaning she opened her eyes. A girl that looked about 19 was practically on top of her. When the

girl saw that she was awake she jumped up with a squeal of delight.

"What took you so long? We're going to be late!" The girl was already up and running across to a

wardrobe on the other side of the room. She sat up slowly and looked around. The room was quite

large but it was very full. There were two beds, one of which she had been sleeping in, a massive

wardrobe, a desk with a computer on it and books everywhere. Except now she looked she realized

they weren't books. They were too thin and they were made of metal.

She picked up one off a stack near her and opened it. Instantly a hologram flickered into life on the

screen. She watched in a amazement as the pages flicked through to find wherever the last personhad left. It stopped on a page with a picture. She gasped. It was beautiful. In the picture a girl sat

surrounded by light. Fire and water flew from her fingertips, her power was awesome. But she was

alone, the shadows were gone, but the light filled the girl's world. She had all the power possible, but

now she looked she see tears in the girl's eyes

She slammed the book shut. Sometimes power was not what you really wanted. She knew that now.


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"Di, come on, we need to go, the others will be waiting!" The girl was back. But why did she keep

calling her Di? This new world was so confusing. She looked up at the girl. She was tall and beautiful,

elegant curves, filling out her slim frame. Blond curls that were almost brown fell to her shoulders

and grey-green eyes glittered on her pretty face. But who was she?

The girl threw some clothes at her. Skinny jeans, a band T-shirt she didn't recognise and fresh

underwear. Slowly she got up and pulled on the clothes while the other girl did her make up in frontof a full length mirror. She was wearing a similar outfit. When she was ready the girl caught sight of

her in the mirror and gasped.

"Diamonique, you look perfect!" and the girl moved away from the mirror. And she saw the

impossible.

Gone was the straight sleek black hair and dark eyes. Gone was the small skinny figure that had

made her the perfect spy. Gone was the person she used to be. Instead a girl almost identical to the

one on the other side of the room scared back in shock.

She looked at the girl that could only be her twin sister and then back in the mirror. Thorn was gone.

Now she was Diamonique.

2-Robotic World

WAKING:PART2

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Confusion filled Diamonique's mind. What was going on? What had happened to her? And who wasthe girl who looked identical to her? Only one way to find out.

"Who are you?" she asked. The girl laughed.

"Get up on the wrong side of bed this morning sis? I told you not to have that much last night. " then

she started talking like Diamonique was a two year old. "I'm your twin sister Dakota. Remember

yet?"

No, she did not remember. Since when had she had a twin sister? Her confusion must have shown

because suddenly the girl, or Dakota, looked concerned.

"You really don't remember, do you?" Diamonique shook her head sadly. She wanted to get out ofthis cramped little room, she wanted to see the sky again, she wanted to find Caleb. Because he was

dead too so he must be here, wherever here was. But what would he look like? Would he have the

same face, the same name? No, that didn't matter, he would always be Caleb to her. But then an

even worse thought came smashing it's way into her mind.

Would he still remember?


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Dakota was saying something, but Diamonique was too absorbed in what was happening to notice.

After a while she realised that her 'sister' was calling her name.

"Diamonique!" The name sounded strange, alien to her. It wasn't her name. Her name was Thorn. Or

Sarah, because Thorn wasn't her real name. But was Sarah right? Maybe Dakota was right. Maybe

this was who she really was - Diamonique.

"Di! We need to get you to the hospital!" Diamonique turned to look at her sister. Dakota was

worried scared. The girl grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room. She was pulled through

a lounge and then a kitchen. Through the front door and then she was being dragged along a bright

corridor, the big window that filled an entire wall showing beautiful gardens several stories below

them, water cascading along beautiful streams and over tiny waterfalls. Flowers in all the colours of

the rainbow blossomed in every corner and figures moved around, tending the gorgeous gardens,

figures she couldn't make out from this distance.

Diamonique stopped and felt Dakota tug on her again, hard enough to make her stumble. This body

was weaker than the last one had been. Dakota followed her line of sight and saw the garden too.

But unlike Diamonique, she wasn't as impressed.

"It's a garden. Are you going to stand there and gawk at it all day? We need to go Di, I think there

might be something wrong with you. Now come on!" Her sister pulled again, finally tearing

Diamonique away from the splendour that lay before them.

They reached the end of the corridor and scrambled into the lift, which was empty. Why? She had

seen plenty of rooms on their way past, presumably just like the ones she shared with her sister.

Diamonique looked down at her watch, which she hadn't realised she was wearing until now. It was

nine o'clock. Surely the apartment block should be really busy now, it should be rush hour, people

everywhere.

"Where is everyone?" she voiced her inner confusion. Dakota looked at her strangely.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean it's nine. Shouldn't everyone be going to work right now?" Dakota laughed at that. Her laugh

was tinkling and light, like that of a mischievous sprite.

"Honey no-one works here. You still in the dream world?" What? What was the dream world? What

did Dakota mean? Nothing made sense here and Diamonique's head spun as she tried to piece

together her sister's cryptic message.

Then the lift door opened. And as she looked out she gasped in horror. Many figures moved across a

well lit room that opened out into the beautiful gardens. Everywhere the figures were carrying,

lifting, cleaning and caring. Working. But Dakota had been right. No-one worked here.

Because they were all robots.

***

"And you say she kicked the robot?" the doctor asked looking at her disapprovingly, putting

particular emphasis on the 'kicking' part.


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"Yes, she did doctor" Why were the acting like she wasn't here? Diamonique lent back against the

wall with a sigh. The thing that made all of this worse was that she knew the man in front of her

wasn't real. He was another robot, one that had been programmed very, very well.

She hadn't kicked the robot hard. But the scene had been too familiar, too similar to her death scene.

The robots coming closer ... One of the robots had turned towards her... Raising their weapons... The

robot raised it's hand in greeting... Firing the bullets at her already torn heart... "How are you todaymiss?"...

She had freaked out and kicked it. Her muscles weren't used to the sudden movement and had

screamed, putting her shot off. The kick that should have taken off the robot's head only dented it's

chest, her foot colliding hard with the strange strong metal. These ones had been better made than

the last.

Diamonique would have done more damage if Dakota hadn't screamed at her to stop. And now here

they sat, in the hospital, with some weird machine taking all sorts of measurements off her while

Dakota quickly explained what was wrong to a humanoid robot 'doctor'. Diamonique hadn't trusted

them at first, but when Dakota had calmed her down enough, she had soon realised that the many

machines in the room meant her no harm.

"Now young lady" the robot-doctor was talking to her "what can you remember?" What kind of a

question was that?

"I can remember lots. I can remember my name, my family, my friends. I can remember my life

before this, my life when I was a spy and no-one stood in my way. And I can remember dying, dying

in pain, only to wake up here, wherever here is." The room fell into silence when she was finished.

Dakota looked hurt and scared. Diamonique felt ashamed. This was her twin sister and she'd just said

that she couldn't remember her, that she belonged to another family, maybe even another sister.

She'd never thought about Dakota until now and she realised that having your twin sister not

remember you must be a very horrible thing indeed.

Then the doctor spoke up. But his voice sounded even more metallic than before, like a default that

she wasn't meant to hear; "Insufficient data... Program overload... Going into hibernation..." The

doctors eyes glowed a brilliant scarlet and then all the machines in the room switched off. Even the

lights and the twins were plunged into darkness.

"Now look what you've done!" Diamonique didn't need to see her sisters face to know she was angry.

"You see Di! This is why you don't lie to the doctor!"

"What! But I--" Dakota didn't give her enough time to answer. Again, she was dragged out of the

hospital and out into more beautiful gardens. Was everything here beautiful? And was it custom to

be dragged everywhere? But as she thought it, Diamonique realised that she needed her sister. As

they walked, she finally began to see some real people. They weren't busy, in fact most of them were

just chilling out. There were people playing on the luscious lawns, families laughing as they went for

a day out, children squealing in the golden sunlight. This place was perfect. Well, almost perfect, she

realised as she looked up. The sunlight was fake, coming from huge lamps , hundreds of metres

above them. There was no sky. Diamonique sighed. Maybe she would never see it again. Who knew

anything in this strange place?

Finally they stopped. Dakota spun around to face her. There was no-one in this part of the gardens,

robot or human.


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"Stop it Di!"

"Stop what?" What was going on now?

"This game! You've nearly broken one of the housekeepers, shut down the doctor and now your

acting like there's nothing wrong! Because if there is you need to tell me! We're sisters Di, we'remeant to tell each other everything. I don't like this, you lying to me the whole time. So either tell me

why you're doing this or go away! Because whatever happened last night was only a dream Di, you

have to remember that. It wasn't real."

What? What game? What dream? Was her sister suggesting that her life had been a dream? No she

couldn't be. It had been real, he'd been real! Pain and anger swelled at her loss, her frustration and

confusion. Even her own sister couldn't help her anymore.

So Diamonique turned to run. But she ran straight into someone coming round the corner into their

part of the garden.

"Careful Dia!"

3- Garden of Answers

Diamonique found herself in the arms of a tall young man with thick black curls. She was so close she

could feel the muscles in his arms and chest. His warm brown eyes were amused at what he was

seeing, and they were exactly the same shade as Caleb's had been. But the boy must have seen the

look of pain on her face because suddenly he looked worried. He asked her again.

"What's up Dia?" But she didn't have time to answer because right then more people came round

the corner. At the front was a girl whose dark hair was trimmed into a short bob, with powerfulplatinum highlights. She saw them.

"Finally we've been looking for you guys everywhere- you are so late!" She scowled at Diamonique

but she was too confused to really care. Who were all these people? What was going on? But there

was worse still to come.

A boy with longer brown hair pushed past the girl and saw the strange man with his arms around

her. His face distorted in anger-"Hey idiot, get your hands off my girlfriend!"

WHAT!?

She had a boyfriend?! That was the final straw. This guy was not her boyfriend, Caleb was. Thesepeople weren't her friends, Blizzard and Vida were. Dakota wasn't her sister, she didn't even have a

sister. This life, this world, it was all fake. And no-one could ever tell her otherwise.

"NO! I have a boyfriend and you're not him!" She screamed and pulled away from the boy with black

curls. Her 'boyfriend' went pale, the girl's eyes went wide and Dakota yelled:

"Di!" but she was already running, round the corner and out through the small group that had

collected behind the others, fast other the glowing lawns and along beautiful paved pathways. Then


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she took a dive into the undergrowth, pushing through the thick shrubbery. Thorns scratched her

arms and a branch ripped through the side of her T-shirt. Mud splashed up her legs, staining the

jeans, but she kept running. She wanted to escape this place with no sky where everyone was either

robotic or crazy and nothing was what it was meant to be. It was time to escape. But how?

Suddenly the undergrowth stopped and Diamonique found herself by a gorgeous sapphire pool with

a cascade of silver water flowing into it nearby. She realised that crashing through these gardens wasgetting her nowhere and she sat down on a nearby rock. The pool was completely surrounded by

thick shrubbery, an island of silence and peace in a crazy world. How could something this beautiful

be so well hidden.

Then she noticed something odd. Where was the birdsong? The fishes splashing, the little animals

crying to each other, even a spider would be nice now. Because she was the only living thing here.

She was alone. But not for long.

Dakota came crashing through the bushes, screaming her name. Seeing her sister sat on the rock,

with tears in her eyes Dakota stopped and stared.

"Di. Look I'm sorry about what I said, there's obviously something seriously wrong here, so... " shesat down "I'm not leaving until you tell me."

"I want to go home." Diamonique replied simply, feeling the great sadness in her voice.

"What ? But this is home."

"No it's not!"

Dakota sighed sadly and sat down next to her. "Okay, maybe you've lost your memory or something.

So why don't you start by telling me everything you remember."

And so she did. Diamonique found herself telling her entire life story to a complete stranger. Hersister was a good listener and didn't interrupt at all, even when she found it hard to say what had

happened. Diamonique knew she wasn't a very good story teller. When she was done she looked up

to see Dakota staring at her in awe.

"And your sure you died?" Dakota inquired and Diamonique could tell instantly that her sister was

onto something.

"Felt my heart stop beating."

"Um, okay, well I think maybe, and this is just a thought, you Chose."

Diamonique looked up at the girl sat next to her. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Let me tell you what I know. I know that this world is called Paradise and it's all pretty much city,

except for the gardens of course. The people that live here are very like the people in your

memories, only much more technologically advanced. That is why we have robots doing everything

for us, so we can do whatever we want all the time. The real magic happens at night." Diamonique

stared. Magic? "When everyone goes to sleep we all dream, like the people in your world, only our

dreams are special. They last a whole lifetime."


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"What, so you mean you dream out your entire life? "

"Yeah, well not yours, some other persons, but your there the whole way, you are them. Everyone

does it, but when we wake up in the morning, we soon forget it and life goes on. Like normal

dreams, they fade with the morning." She stared at her sister long and hard, trying to put together

what she had just been told. And the answer made her heart sink like a stone.

"So are you telling me that my entire life, everything I can ever remember, was just a dream?" Her

voice was desperate, she wanted to be wrong. Dakota must have sensed that too.

"I'm sorry Di..." she felt a sob rising in her throat. It couldn't be. They had been so real. Blizzard, Vida,

Seth. They had always been there, even if some of them didn't get along, they always stuck up for

each other. How could they have been just a figment of her imagination, a wild night-time fantasy, a

dream that should be fading. Except it wasn't. Because she didn't want to forget her friends, her life,

her love. She would never forget him because he was the world and everything else beyond it. He

was the stars she could no longer see and the air she breathed in. He was the life running through

her. He was Caleb.

How could a life like hers have been a dream? It had felt so real, dangerously real, with all the spyingand the hiding, a life on the edge. Dangerous happiness. A delusion of danger.

No. Dakota was wrong. She had to be. But when she said so, she knew in her heart that her sister

was correct.

"Di, it's not all that bad. Everyone has those dreams, but we soon move on. You can fall in love in a

dream, but in real life, you're coming home to someone else. Family changes, faces come and go. It's

just part of life. It's time to move on." Her sister put her arm around her and Diamonique sighed.

Was Dakota right?

Was it time to forget her delusion of danger?

No. It was a simple word. But it controlled her life, her existence, her world.

No, she would not forget. She never would. Those days, those years, they had been better than she

could ever have imagined. Even if they were now gone, like the last frost melting in the morning sun,

they would always remain in her memories. No-one could take them away from her. But even as she

thought it she realised that those memories should be gone by now. Were they going to fade too?

Was she still holding onto something that could never be hers?

She asked Dakota, the tears welling in her eyes. They couldn't be gone. If they were gone then she

was all alone. She didn't think she could bare the thought of living through the years to come, the

lifetimes that came with the night, without even a whispered memory of what she had lost.

"Hold on, Di. We don't always forget." What? There was a chance. Dakota had just shown her the

last chance.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what I said. I think you Chose." Again, that word. How could that small word mean so much

to her? Dakota saw her confusion.


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stood up to her and dived off into the undergrowth again. Diamonique took one last look around the

beautiful gardens and then dived in after her.

They came out to find the two boys from earlier rolling on the ground in an all out fight. The spy in

her kicked in instantly and she soon had both of them pinned down. The whole group just gawped at

her for a second, the chant's of "FIGHT!" dying on their lips. Silence filled the air, a silence too heavy

for a normal garden. Where was all the wildlife?

Dakota broke the awful silence with a sentence that changed everything.

"She Chose."

The effect was worth seeing. The boy with black curls stared at her hard, pity and shock obvious on

his face. The girl with highlighted hair let out a horrified gasp, and the four others stared at her. But

the guy that was meant to be her boyfriend was the craziest. He just snorted and rolled his eyes

saying; "Like I believe that. It's obvious you're just making this up so that you can get away with

cheating on me with that-"

"Connor!" The girl with blond highlights shut him up before things got nasty. But his statement hadleft Diamonique so shocked that she had loosened her grip, and Connor jumped to his feet, ready to

start fighting all over again. But Diamonique had recovered and stood in his way, wondering what

kind of person she had been to date this jerk.

"What do you think you're doing?" She demanded. Time to get a few things straight. "You're just

gonna beat someone up when your girlfriend has lost her memory?!?!"

Silence. She didn't know if the others had been anticipating this or dreading it.

"Babe, you're not going to lie to me again..."

"Don't you 'babe' me! No-one tells me when I'm lying, especially jerks like you. So now I'm finishingwhatever we started. It's over, and I'm sure glad I can't remember any of it." Connor looked like

she'd slapped him with a dead fish. Which she probably should have.

"You can't do that!"

"I just did." Then she turned and walked away, helping the boy with black curls up out of the mud.

She heard Connor shout at her back.

"Fine! And for the record, I dumped you! Clarissa is way prettier than you anyway, you-" She

silenced him with a glare. In a previous lifetime she must have been known for that glare, because

Connor went whiter than she thought possible.

He turned slowly and walked away, the eight of them that remained staring silently. It was the boy

with black curls who broke the silence.

"Thanks Dia. That guy has a nasty right hook." The boy grinned and the girl with blond highlights

spoke up.

"To be honest, we'd been hoping you'd dump that idiot for a while. None of us really liked him."

There were murmurs of agreement from the rest. "But is it true? Did you Choose?"


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Diamonique sighed. "I don't know. It's just everything I can remember seems to have been a dream.

" She could feel the sobs rising in her throat, just from saying it.

"It's going to be okay Dia. I promise." whispered the curly-haired boy in her ear. "If you can't

remember, then my name is Hayden. We've been friends, well pretty much forever, so if you need

me just ask. I'm not going to leave you like Connor just did."

The others must have heard because the girl with blond highlights stuck out her hand and said with a

smile; "My name's Katie. If I managed to become your friend the first time round, I'm pretty sure I

can do it again."

Soon the other four were introducing themselves. Mollie, Eva, Ethan and Jared. She looked around

at her friends, her almost family in some places. Dakota smiled and joined in, adding information

about the people that surrounded her. Diamonique smiled. She did know them, they were her

friends, and good ones too. She was wrong earlier. She wasn't alone.

She would never be alone.

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