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Date Posted: 18:08:55 03/20/01 Tue
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's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" on 18:00:27 03/20/01 Tue
I press the accelerator harder as I sense the car in pursuit is gaining on us. I know this road well for I’ve traveled it many times in my youth. Maybe I can lose them.
Gunfire rings out, dinging the backside of the Pathfinder. I look beside me to see Nikita’s hair flying back as she reaches out the window to shoot at our pursuers.
One shot.
Then, a second.
The car behind us swerves as one of Nikita’s bullets hits their windshield. But it does little to slow them down. After a few more shots, Nikita ducks back in and crouches down by her seat.
“My clip’s empty.”
“Take my gun, Nikita.” I shout as the words burn in my throat.
I shift my body to allow Nikita access to my holster. With my gun in hand, Nikita reaches out again, releasing several more shots. Each bullet hits the target, but to no avail.
I focus hard on the road, as the turns get sharper. I sense Nikita beside me again, having emptied the round.
“I don’t think we’re gonna make it out of this one.” Nikita’s eyes look hollow as she sounds resigned to this fate.
“Have I ever told you I love you?” I ask, sensing that we’re not going to make the approaching curve at our accelerated speed.
“Actually, no.”
“Well, I do.”
Everything seems as if it were in slow-motion, as we hurtle toward the guardrail. The white posts and rail strangely resemble a series of crosses, with the center one carrying a wreath, mourning the loss of loved ones. I turn toward Nikita as the Pathfinder crashes through the wooden rail.
“I don’t love you. I never did.” Nikita answers coldly as she turns from me. But for some reason she looks back at me as her eyes begin to shed tears of blood.
“Nooooooo….” I scream as we fall toward the jagged rocks engulfed by the sea.
“No!” I gasp for air as I’m shrouded in darkness. But soon I find myself in a soothing embrace.
“It’s okay, Michael.” Nikita’s gentle voice calls out. “You were having a nightmare.”
I sense Nikita reaching over to the nightstand. With a click, the light shines on us, extinguishing the darkness.
My stomach is still tied in knots as I nervously examine her. Stroking her face, I see that her worried blue eyes lack any trace of blood. Brushing my hand down her chest, I feel the thumping of her heart. Finally, my hand comes to rest on her bare stomach. I expel the breath I’m holding as Nikita places her hand firmly atop mine.
“Everything’s okay.” She reassures, as her free hand smoothes the hair from my damp forehead. As I lean into her embrace, she begins to gently rock my sobbing body.
Nikita’s lips press against my forehead as she gently pats my back.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Nikita whispers. Remaining silent, I rest my head on her shoulder.
I’m uncertain she’d understand any explanation I could give at this point. I’m not even sure what I’m feeling. All I can do is grip Nikita tight to me, as I try to steady my breathing.
I’ve withstood so many losses, so many heartbreaks, without shedding a tear. Why should a simple nightmare bring forth this deluge?
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