Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Dark Thoughts, Dark Secrets






"Today, I gather all of you in order to witness something that will change the landscape of our world forever."

The man pulled out a rectangular prism made out of crystal. My body began to sweat.

Reporters and cameramen all around the world were ready to broadcast in Europe, in Asia, in Africa; the global nation was ready for this long awaited presentation.

The teleportation crystal.

The man regarded as the greatest scientist of our time - even being compared to the likes of Einstein - activated the crystal for millions of people to witness. The crowd watched silently as a portal in front of him began to emerge from nowhere; a sight that looked like a rip in time space continuum.

As he approached the portal, ready to enter whatever it was he was entering, his eyes turned towards me. He smiled and gave me a wave.

The last wave I would ever see from him again.





"Gabe," I heard a voice whisper. It felt eerily distant and irrelevant to what was going on.

"Gabe," the voice called again, it's presence beginning to feel more vivid.

I glanced at the scene that was taking place, my eyes completely stuck at the image of the portal beginning to close shut. My heart raced rapidly as my body seemed to want to stop the man from doing what he did.

"Don't do it!" I said in my head. I wanted to scream it out loud, but for some reason I felt like I couldn't. "Don't go!"

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">All of a sudden, as the crowd began to chatter amongst themselves, I heard the familiar voice in my head...

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Gabe!" Mia said as she shook my body with her hand. "Are you awake? Are you okay?"

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I opened my eyes, startled; my neck lightly sweaty. I sat right up on the mattress and looked around, confused at what I was seeing. A room with too beds, a table and Mia in her under garments sitting on the edge of my bed beside me.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">Finally, after a few seconds of lag time, my mind began to ease; It all came back to me.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">It was just a dream.

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Y-Yeah... I'm fine" I told Mia.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"You sure?" She asked me, a worried tone voice evident in her question. "You were moving a lot and looked to be at discomfort... I decided to try to wake you up but you didn't. And then you started to say stuff in your sleep... that's when I shook you around and--"

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"I'm sorry," I apologized to Mia. "I didn't mean to worry you, I'm fine now. I was just having a bad dream."

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">A nightmare even. A nightmare that repeated itself every now and then. It's something I've been having for a long time. Something I've probably seen in my dreams ever since the day when...

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"It's okay," she answered comfortingly. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">Mia smiled at me, but I knew she was still bothered by the occurrence. She sat directly beside me, one of her legs laying crossed on top of my bed while the other simply dangled to the floor. Her fit body was toned elegantly by the moon's beam, the contrast of shadows and light painting a picture of pure bliss. She wore her white undershirt that fell just above her navel, and a beige pair of short-shorts from the waist down. My eyes looked at her, enraptured by her character.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I smiled back, to the delight of her beauty as well as to her caring personality.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">But that smile didn't last long, as I began to look out the window, contemplating deep on my thoughts.

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Gabe," she softly spoke, the sound of her voice matching the voice I heard in my dream. "I have something to ask you."

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I opened my Soul DP, checking the time of day. It was around 1 AM in the morning.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Go ahead," I told her as I closed my Soul and let out a deep breath to relax.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">Mia began to draw circles with her finger on my bed as she asked, "If you don't mind telling me..."

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I looked at her and she met my eyes with her own.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Who were you telling to 'not do it'? To 'not go'?" She finished.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I took another deep sigh as I thought about what she asked.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"It's a long story," I told her.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"We've got all night," she smiled. "I trust you, and you can bet that I'll be just as trustworthy as you are."

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"That's a clever thing to say," I teased.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"But it's the truth; it's the golden rule. You ever heard of it?" Mia asked.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"The exact same golden rule on Earth," I told her. "Treat others the way you want to be treated."

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Exactly. So, do you trust me?"

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Of course. I trust my entire life to you because I don't have anyone else to rely on in this world. Is that even a question?"

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Then? I guess you have no problem telling me," she winked as a smirk appeared up on her face.

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">Mia definitely had a way with words. She was really good at manipulating them to the point where she could get what she wanted or expose someone to say something that was probably being kept a hidden. Regardless of the fact, I still saw it as a brilliant skill rather than a devious weapon.

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<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I returned her an expression myself, a "well-played-there-miss" kind of face, as I sat myself on the bed sideways, leaning my back against the wall.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Fine, but I warning you; it's a pretty long, complicated story."

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">She moved herself to sit beside me, leaning her back against the wall as well while we both faced the opposite end of the room where her bed was positioned.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"I'm all ears," Mia told me, her warm smile still glowing on her face.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">I sat back and tried to recall everything that happened. I tried to go as far back as I could. I tried to remember the past; the past I was unwilling to remember, but at the same time, unwilling to forget.

<p style="margin-top:10px;margin-right:0px;margin-bottom:0px;margin-left:0px;">"Well, I guess... it all started on October 26, 2026." I said. "The greatest scientist in the world - of our time - was about to beta-test his newest invention. The greatest scientist in the world, was my father."