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 Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 4:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 6:54 pm
 Dream Disturbances
Barnaby didn't dream much. Or, at the very least, he didn't seem to remember his dreams.
Tonight was different.
The redhead opened his eyes to find himself standing in his basement, the one that he'd had at his old house. It wasn't finished yet – Dad never had been around long enough to finish it – and there was pink insulation sticking out from behind the unfinished walls. Uh-oh. He had better make sure Minnie wasn't down here. Mom had always said not to let her get into the insulation. It was bad for her.
Glancing around, he put his fingers to his mouth and whistled sharply for his canine companion. Instead of the sound of her nails clicking on the floor, signaling her approach, he could hear her barking in the distance. Was she upstairs? He frowned and ran up the stairs and through the open door at the top, finding himself in his old mud entrance. Only Minnie wasn't here either and she'd stopped barking.
"Minnie? Minnie? Hey, where are you kiddo?" Barnaby called, making his way through the house. The kitchen, like the basement, was empty. None of the appliances remained, and even the counter top had been ripped off. Had the people who moved in after remolded the place? It was always possible. Confused, he made his way through the kitchen and out to the yard, cupping his hands around his mouth and calling for his dog again.
"Minnie! Minnie where are you?"
Ah, there was the barking again! It almost sounded like it was coming from the front of the house. Oh s**t! Was she outside on the lawn?! Barnaby slammed the screen door shut and raced for the front door, only somehow it didn't exist anymore. No matter how many rooms he went through, none of them connected back to the mud entrance where he'd come up from the basement. What the hell was going on here?!
On his forth trip through the living room he caught sight of the window, screeching to a halt when he caught sight of something big and furry on the front lawn. Minnie! There she was! Running for the window, the redhead began banging on it, hoping to catch her attention. Her ears perked instantly and she barked at him, wagging her tail furiously. Barnaby couldn't resist breathing a sigh of relief. Thank God she hadn't been hit by a car or something. Stupid dog.
"Here girl! Come on girl!"
The mastiff had only taken one step towards him when a van screeched to a stop next to the curb. Three men jumped out, all with red hair, and grabbed at his dog. Where had the restraints coming from? What were they doing to her?! She was just a dog! She hadn't done anything wrong! Barnaby felt the blood drain from his face as he banged harder on the window.
"Minnie! MINNIE! FOR GOD SAKES! FIGHT BACK! DO SOMETHING!"
This time, the noise didn't seem to reach. The harder he banged, the further and further away he seemed to be from his dog and her captors. Three times Barnaby tried to get to the front door only to find that his house had turned into a maze, with every room now bearing a window out to the crime scene. They seemed to be taking their time, duct taping her mouth shut first before they started on the mastiff's legs. It looked like they were shaving her so they could get closer to the skin.
Desperately, the redhead tried to force his way through the window, but the glass wouldn't budge no matter what he did. With no furniture left in the house and nothing heavy to throw at it he was forced to simply bang as hard at he could against the glass, threatening them with everything from calling the police to their lives.
Nothing seemed to deter them.
Barnaby could feel tears, hot on his face as they tossed his dog into the van. Despite the fact that none of his bangs could be heard from the outside, the glass didn't seem to stop the sound of Minnie's final howl from reaching his ears. "I'll find you..." he whispered, both palms resting against the window, "I'll get you back, I promise."
As he looked helplessly around for something to help him get through the window the front door lock click and the sound of his mother's shoes against the marble floor. Hope flared up inside of him faster than fire alighting on a straw house and Barnaby made a run for the front entrance. He would make this time! He would make it!
"MOM! MOM THEY HAVE MINNIE! YOU HAVE TO STOP THEM!"
He skidded as he rounded the corner, socky feet finally making contact with the slippery marble floor of the mudroom. "MO-" The redhead was cut off mid sentence at the sight that met him there. The entire door had been filled with bullet holes, though he hadn't heard a gunshot in his mad dash for the front door. Some of the holes still smoked, but Barnaby wasn't look at the door anymore. Horror mixed with pure terror threatened to take over his brain as he looked down to the body on the floor. Despite the fact that she was face down, he didn't have to look twice to know who it was.
Evelyn Prince. And she was wearing her favourite Christmas sweater.
Barnaby stumbled back, feeling bile rise up in his throat as he tried to get his bearings. No. No it wasn't possible. Jude had said bad things would happen but he wasn't a senshi. He wasn't a senshi! He hadn't become one after Jude had gone!
Hiccupping, the redhead turned to flee deeper into the house, only to find himself face to face with the barrel of the gun. "I find you~" the wielder sing-songed as Barnaby slowly lifted his eyes from the gun to his attacker's face.
Was that--?
"It's over."
Barnaby jerked awake to the sound of a gunshot, frantically looking around in an effort to find the noise. It took him several minutes to realize that he'd fallen asleep and left the TV on. Judging by the cowboy hats and the leather chaps it looked like he'd been watching an old school Western film. The sheriff had just shot the bad guy.
The redhead stared blankly at the television, listening more to the beating of his heart in his ears than the TV. His mother was dead. They took his dog. Oh god, his dog! "Minnie?" He called, almost fearing what he would find. When nothing happened he felt his hands started to shake, a lump welling up in his throat. It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. "M-Minnie Mouse?" Barnaby called, louder this time. He jumped when the bed next to him creaked and something yawned loudly. Then, a very wet tongue licked his ear, the mastiff's breath huffing softly against his ear. Barnaby through his arms around her neck instantly, burying his face in her fur.
She let him stay there, tail thumping softly against the edge of the coffee table. Finally, the redhead managed to pry himself away, rubbing his eyes with the back of his sleeve.
"I just need to check on something, stay here."
Minnie tilted her head curiously at him as he trotted quietly up the stairs. The television was on in the living room, and Barnaby peeked in his head to find his mother curled up in her favourite chair, very much alive. Breathing a sigh of relief, the redhead trotted back downstairs. Suddenly the thought of watching another shoot-em-up moving made him queasy and he hastily turned off the TV. The last thing he needed was another dream like that.
Still shivery, Barnaby curled up in his bed with his dog, pressed tightly against her.
"It's going to be okay, Minnie," he whispered, more to himself than to the dog. "I won't let them take you away from me."
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Posted: Fri Apr 23, 2010 1:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 9:50 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 29, 2010 10:02 am
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