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This Isn't A Dream

Chapter 13: Illusions

My adventures thus far were crazy. Still are crazy, to be honest. But…well, you get the point.

Our mismatched group had slowly grown from only Serge and I to five strong fighters. (Well, four strong fighters and me). Still, I had a feeling deep in my gut that even the five of us couldn't take Lynx as we were. We needed to stop him. Serge needed his body back, and, whether I liked it or not, I had to get home. Especially if that dream last night had any truth to it. If Lynx could somehow attack people in my world…well, first off, that meant he knew how to get there, so if we were lucky, we could maybe pry the information out of him; but it also meant that my family could be in danger.

I shuddered at the thought.

Sure, my family had never been a "Leave it to Beaver" kind of family. We weren't insanely close or near perfection. Mom and I fought a lot. She didn't understand me. Ever since my brother left…things had been different. Of course, Shane and I got along great-he was my best friend. I prayed he was okay, and that Lynx couldn't find him at Harvard. Still, I wouldn't trade them for anything, and if Lynx ever did anything to them…

He'd be lucky to get away from me.

I tried not to dwell on the dream. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it could be true, or at least going to happen. After all, I thought my new adventures with Serge were only a dream, but now I knew they weren't. All in all, I just decided it'd be easier if I didn't think about it.

Usually that'd be easier said than done.


I jumped, being pulled from my thoughts by Kid. "Sorry. Yeah?"

"Wow, she really was out of it. She didn't hear a word we said," Kid replied with a laugh. "Ya okay? Yer being quiet…"

I shrugged. "Sorry. Just thinking." I hadn't told any of them about my dream. It wasn't their burden to carry. I would do whatever it took to keep it from coming through. They all had too much else to worry about. "What's up?" I questioned.

Serge turned his feline eyes to me. "Any suggestions on where to go next? I mean…since you know most of this…what word did you use?"


"Yes, game," he said with a simple nod.

"Well…" Truth be told, I hadn't actually beaten Chrono Cross yet. I know, I know. I needed to, seriously. Especially for situations like this. I had gotten to about this part, so I was stuck on where to go next.

The only thing I could suggest was… "Fargo."

"Fargo?" four pairs of eyes stared at me, confused.

Kid broke the gaze first. "What tha hell is a Fargo?"

"Not a Fargo," I corrected. "He's the captain of a ship. The S.S. Zelbess."

Norris nodded. "I've heard of Fargo…but, how will he help us?"

I could vaguely remember that I was supposed to do something with the Dead Sea back when I was playing the game. That was the farthest I had gotten before my memory card died and forced me to start the game anew…which led to this crazy adventure. "I think we need to go to the Dead Sea."

"The Dead Sea?" Guile asked. "It's impossible."

I nodded. "I know, I know. But maybe that's why we need to talk to Fargo. If he can give us anything to go off of, maybe we can figure the rest out."

"It's worth a try," Kid muttered. "And I think I know just the way to get to the Zelbess."


I had forgotten Korcha. Gladly, he was as obsessed with Kid here as he was in the real game. Easily enough, he agreed to take us to Zelbess, if he could join our team.

And like we were really gonna say no?

Well, it was better than his last demand. At least Kid didn't have to marry him now. But that may come up later…For Serge's sake, I hoped not.

It only dawned on me now, as we were speeding across the ocean and I was feeling the salty sea air, that this was different than the game. Some things were similar, but Lynx had changed everything up so that I couldn't use my "game knowledge" to help us. Maybe seeing Fargo was just going to be a waste of time…

"Are you alright?"

I still hadn't gotten used to Serge's new voice. It made me jump at first, but then I felt foolish. I nodded. "Yeah. Sorry. Just…thinking."

"You seem worried."

I was, but I wasn't sure how to tell them that. Thankfully, Korcha interrupted us. "Is that the ship over there?" he asked, pointing at a ship in the distance. I nodded. "That's it, Korcha!"

Nodding, he steered us towards the ship and my stomach tied up in knots. "Just warning everyone, they're pirates. So…be careful."

Korcha managed to stop the boat right next to the ship, which, thankfully, wasn't moving. I was instructed to go first, since I had at least some idea of what to do. Though I didn't have a clue, I decided I had better not say that. So I grabbed the tight, woven rope in my hands and, using all the strength I had, managed to climb onto the ship.

"Uh…" It was all I could say when I reached the top. I blinked a few times, looking around. I knew now why the ship hadn't been moving.

The others followed me quickly. As they got to the top of the rope, the seemed just as shocked as I was.

Norris cleared his throat. "This…isn't right, is it?" he asked, which I guessed was the polite way of asking me what the hell was going on.

I shook my head. "No…" The ship was destroyed. Every pirate was killed and the bodies were strewn about. The mast was cracked and looked as though it could fall any second; the deck had several holes in it. Everything was burned or stained crimson. And Fargo was no where to be seen.

"What's going on? Don't cha have any idea?" Korcha asked, but sadly, I didn't. More destruction by Lynx.

"It's my fault…" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes.

A coy laugh was the only response I got. "Why yes, Savannah, it is," said a deep, menacing voice. I jumped, peering around for it. Lynx walked out from the shadows, still in Serge's body, though his face was twisted in evil so dark that it could've never been on Serge's true face. "If you hadn't suggested coming to the S.S. Zelbess," Lynx continued without much of a pause, "I never would've had to come and kill all these innocent people."

"You bastard!" I screamed, clenching my fists until the knuckles went white.

"Now, now, now," he muttered, taking a step toward me with every "now". "Name calling won't bring these people back from the dead."

His eyes zoomed to Korcha. "Sleep," he muttered, and the red-haired sailor fell to the deck, twitching as if seeing a horrid nightmare. Lynx did the same to Norris and Guile, before his gaze landed on Serge.

"Oh, Lynx," he muttered, moving so that he was only a foot away from Serge. "You don't look so good."

"Don't call Serge that!" I yelled.

The evil one turned back to me. "Well, what else would you call him, Savannah?" he asked. "I mean, look at him, he obviously isn't Serge…I am."

"W-what?" asked Kid, who had stayed quiet this entire time. "No way."

"Kid…they tricked you?" Lynx asked, feigning hurt. "But that makes sense. You were sick at the time, bedridden. Doesn't that seem a little too farfetched to you? I mean, you wake up with Lynx suddenly in your team and they tell you some story about how he'd traded bodies with the real Lynx that he was Serge, stranded in a foreign body?" Lynx sighed, shaking his head. "Yes, a little too farfetched."

"Then what really happened?" she asked him, and her tone was different; I wasn't sure if she was being sarcastic or really believed him.

"I'm not sure," Lynx admitted. "I was suddenly turned on by your team- Savannah was the leader, since she knew what to do, apparently. They attacked me and said that they were going to follow Lynx now…I don't remember much."

"Don't believe his shit, Kid!" I yelled to her. "You said so yourself, when you first woke up. You said you knew he was Serge, but you didn't know what had happened!"

Serge just looked on, too bewildered and too sad to say anything.

"I think you should sleep as well," Lynx whispered, and the last thing I could remember was falling to the dock before the nightmares overcame me…


"Shane?" I asked with a huge smile as I ran toward the door. Someone had just knocked, and for some reason, I had a feeling it was my brother.

I pulled it open and my beam grew. It was him! I hugged him tightly, refusing to let go. "What are you doing back?!" I asked excitedly.

"Got some time off. I wanted to come see you," he replied, hazel eyes dancing. "Is Mom home?"

"Yeah," I said, opening the door to let him in, though I wasn't even sure if Mom was home or not. I couldn't remember anything up until answering the door…

We walked inside, and he set his things in his old bedroom. Mom had left it the same, just in case he ever did come home. "I'm gonna go wash up. Can you tell Mom I'm here?"

I nodded, still smiling, and hurried across the little house to Mom's room. It was empty. "Mom?" I called. There was no answer. I checked her bathroom, the closet, the laundry room. She wasn't anywhere.

KILL. I jumped, wondering who had spoken. "H-hello?" I asked, shaking.

KILL! KILL! The voice got louder, but I couldn't recognize it. KILL! My breathing grew hard and quick, and my body was shaking uncontrollably. KILL HIM!

I looked down at my hands and noticed a butcher knife in one of them. How long had I been holding that? Where did it come from? I tried to drop it, but I couldn't get my hands to work.

KILL HIM! I couldn't control myself. I left Mom's bedroom, holding the large knife behind my back as I walked over to Shane's room. He was sitting on the bed, flipping through channels on the television nonchalantly. He looked up as I entered.

"Hey Savvy. Find Mom?"

I shook my head, tears falling down my cheeks. Inside my head, the voice got louder and louder. KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!

"What's wrong?" he asked, standing up and walking over to me. He laid his hands gently on my shoulders. "Savvy?" He looked worried, and scared. I clamped my eyes shut, and, unable to stop myself, withdrew the knife from behind my back. KILL! I couldn't ignore the voice in my head, screaming at me.

I plunged the knife into his heart…


I woke with a start and looked around. Where was I? Everything was dark, and all my friends were gone. I was thankful I wasn't at my house. It had all been a dream again. Shane was still alright…I hadn't killed him. It was a nice realization.

"Serge?" I called. "Kid? Guile? Korcha? Norris?" No one answered.

I was all alone…


That's it for chapter 13! Probably one of my longest chapters in this story, surprisingly. Anyway, review and lemme know what you think! I promise updates won't take as long anymore because I finally decided where this story is going! Thanks for reading. Here's a tidbit from the next chapter.


"Kid?" I asked, staring at her. "Is that you?"

"Well of course it is. Who else would it be?" she asked. It was a good point. Still, she looked…different somehow.

I pushed the thought aside. "Thank goodness I found you! We have to go find the others and make sure they're okay. Lynx could've hurt them or something!"

She sneered at me. "The others? Ha. Ya mean ya really wanna go lookin' for Lynx and his little band of persuaded killers?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Serge told me everythin', Savannah. I can't believe I fell for it. Well, I know now where tha true loyalties lie."

Ironic, I thought bitterly. "Kid…but you know-"

She interrupted me quickly. "I know nothing because everyone told me nothing."

As I stared at her, I noticed the look in her eyes…She hadn't joined Lynx, had she? If she had…it certainly couldn't have been by her own choice. Her eyes would never look so dark and tinted…


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