Beep.
I had to run.
Beep.
He was going to catch me.
Beep.
He was going to trap me with my own c4.
Beep.
Blood.
Beep.
Krism's blood.
Beep.
Run.
Beep.
He's going to capture her.
Beep.
Krism's voice.
Beep.
"Minx." Why was she here?
Beep.
"Minx!" She had to run, the c4 was going to go off.
Beep.
"MINX!"
I woke with a start, a thin sheen of cold sweat covering my body. Krism held my arm tightly. Her eyes were puffy and red. She pointed weakly to the black rectangle on our nightstand.
"It was just the alarm clock. You're fine," she said, her voice cracking. I understood in an instant what had happened. I shakily hugged her, burrowing my head into her shoulder.
"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I thought it was getting better."
"I know," she cried. "I know."
I tightened my hold. These nightmares affected us both, and I hated that. I hated him. Why was he allowed to affect us like this?
"It's gonna be okay, just," I shook. "I'll go to a doctor, or, or not sleep at all, just please stop crying, Kristen."
Krisms breath gradually slowed until she was asleep in my arms. I gritted my teeth.
This had to stop.
A/N: Teaser update! This is the sequel to Love and Reality. Tell me what you think! kthnxbaiiiiii
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The Aftermath
FanfictionIt's been six months since Moriarty was killed. Six months. Krism and I are alive, and safe. So why do I feel like we're just falling deeper and deeper into this pit of fear? You were right, Dad. The aftermath is worse than the bomb.
