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Amnesia and Star Child	By : coldblood Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Linkin Park Views: 1666 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“He’s been sleeping for three days... There’s something wrong...” Chester choked softly, gazing worriedly down at his friend who was still asleep.
“I told you - I told you something was up - but of course you wankers wouldn’t listen...” Brad sighed agitatedly.
Joe elbowed him in the ribs hard - and suddenly the two turned on each other - shoving and wrestling.
“Okay - c’mon - break it up!” Rob intervened, keeping Joe and Brad safely apart.
Everyone was confused and worried, but there was one in the room who was even more so - that one sat in the corner, safely concealed from anyone’s view by the advanced camouflaging pigments in its skin.
The chameleon of course, was no less than Rosie, sitting hunched and forbidding, feeling an intense loneliness that no one really knew the extent of.
Mike was gone - truly detached from her for the first time in many a year.
He was sick, that much Rosie knew - but what ailed the human failed to become apparent.
Ah, a mystery it was - and Rosie most definitely didn’t like it.
Inwardly she scoured years and years of memories, struggling to find something that could explain why Mike was sleeping all day and night, why his body couldn’t wake him even for food or water - and perhaps the most important question - how to fix it?
But nothing came up.
Rosie’s heart light glowed as her sharp eagle eyes turned to linger on the other humans standing next to the bed.
They were scared, the tattooed one - Chester - appeared to be more so disturbed by Mike’s unknown illness than the others.
Not that the others didn’t care - no, no, they were worried for him too.
Rosie sighed and rested her head on the carpeted floor, weary and confused, a headache was brewing and she knew to stay here would only make it worse.
An excursion to the garden Mike had last taken her to might help.
Yes, maybe spending a few nights serenading to the moon while keeping telepathic waves monitoring Mike might soothe her shattered soul.
Rosie stood up using her long double jointed ape arms to pull herself to her feet.
Too long had been spent inside, and to spend it without even Mike for company was just too unbearable.
Rosie’s bladed tail suddenly struck her shoulder with deadly speed, accuracy and precision, cutting a shallow gash which seeped dark blue blood.
Rosie sighed again.
She had to stop thinking about the loneliness, had to stop thinking about how they had left her...
Another strike of the tail and a gash identical to the last appeared on her middle arm.
Forget it - time will tell... Time will tell...
Rosie blinked sadly and swiftly made her way out of the room through the open door.
The people in the room felt nothing of what had passed them, and remained arguing over Mike.

~*~*~

The dreams were strange, there was a house, an old, run down kind of mansion place that you’d see in a typical ghost movie.
Mike walked up the path and opened the creaking door to the dark, sinister corridor beyond.
He was scared, but the cries of children urged him to keep going, so he did, following their voices that seemed perpetually far away.
His footfalls echoed loudly, and every step made the ancient floorboards creak with weariness.
“Hello?” Mike called out, daring to break the holy silence.
Alien cries echoed close by and Mike whipped around - only to find the door had closed - and an empty passageway.
The sounds of terrified children however, made Mike swallow the terror racing through his veins and turn back, to keep walking down the hall.
There was an open door on the right up ahead; Mike’s heart beat faster as he cautiously edged towards it - the other sounds vanished and were replaced.
There was the sound of a piano, and as he tentatively peeked beyond the door, he saw a little girl playing the yellowed ivory keys, her raven hair curling around her shoulders, her slight features concentrating on the notes she played. She was wearing a long girly dress, pink and frilly, hanging all the way down to her ankles; her feet were only just visible, swinging lazily about a ruler’s length off the floor.
Mike swallowed and stepped into the room - instantly the music stopped and the girl turned to look at him, her bright icy blue eyes boring into his skull.
“You’re Mike aren’t you?” She asked.
“Yep.” Mike answered after a moment of hesitation.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” She said.
Mike couldn’t think of anything to say - he just stood there like a statue.
The little girl looked at him with all seriousness, like a mother about to give instructions.
“It can’t be a person who drinks, or a person who smokes. The person has to be fit and strong; they have to be able to sleep well, able to cook for themselves, and you have to be able to keep an eye on them.” She advised, looking up through her eyelashes in a serious kind of way.
“What do you mean?” Mike asked, taking a slight step back.
The girl didn’t say anything; she just sat there watching him, then turned back to the piano and started playing again.
Suddenly the music dawned on him.
“Fantaisie-Impromptu... Chopin...” Mike whispered.
That piece of ancient music was all too well known by Mike, it had been playing when Gracie had been taken away by social workers and the police...
It replayed in his mind every night.
“Gracie?” He breathed and took another step back.
The girl smiled slightly, but didn’t look up or stop playing.
Mike took another step and suddenly found himself falling - he cried out as the door fell away, watching as he fell down, down into a whirling vortex of darkness, the only light, the door that was rapidly shrinking to a speck.
He blanked out.
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