Black Sees White
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He saw her eyes so clearly—white and empty. Any essence of her was gone. It was as if she was lost behind these eyes. Soft, familiar music filled the air. The music came from an open pocket watch on the floor that the girl had dropped. She wore a long white gown that dragged behind her with each slow and stumbling step. Her hair draped over her face making it hard to see her. Her skin was pale and white as a sheet. She reached out her hand reaching for him, speaking his name over and over again.
The sound of her voice was almost haunting, it sounded nothing like herself. It was monotone, like she was being controlled.
He turned to see her walking towards him, reaching for him. He reached out his hand in an effort to get hers. He smiled when he felt her touch, although it was very cold. Just as he grabbed her, he felt her being pulled away from him. The figure pulling her away was hard to make out due to the darkness of the room. He could only make out the figure's silhouette—the frame of this mysterious person was nothing like the average person, it was a lot larger. The large person held the girl in one hand and a large sword in the other. He seemed to glisten in the light like he was covered in silver.
"Dillon…" the girl spoke again.
The voice calling out to him seemed different this time—it almost sounded afraid. He gripped her hand as tight as he could to keep her near him, but the figure pulling her away was stronger than he was, he couldn't hang on. With each passing second he felt his grip on her loosening.
Then the strange man in silver turned to him, glaring him in the eyes. His eyes were white like hers and as he peered back into them he felt a strange sensation fill his body. It was as if someone had flip his functions off, he couldn't move, much less stand. He fell hard to the floor completely unable to move. From here, he saw the girl walking away with the strange man without struggle. She seemed to be completely out of it and he didn't know why.
He slowly found the strength to move his arm; he reached out for her, begging her not to go. His vision shifted in and out of blurs, he tried as hard as he could to stay focused on her, but she was so blurry that it looked like she was underwater. Seconds later, he couldn't see either of them anymore—not the silver creature and not her. He called out her name over and over as a tear streamed down his face. Then he saw a strange bright flash that nearly blinded him. But he didn't care about that, he only care about her. He felt himself scream her name.
"Taryn!!" Dillon screamed, jumping up from his bed. He was drenched in sweat and breathing very quickly. He looked around the room to try and confirm where he was, when he realized he was in his room at the Garage. He hadn't been asleep, but at night when he would lay down, his mind tended to wander as if he was having dreams, very vivid dreams of his past. He sighed and threw his covers off of him, and then headed down the hall to the bathroom.
When he got inside, he flipped the light on and closed the door. He walked over to the sink and began to run the water. He looked at himself in the mirror, he never felt more lost. He still had no idea who he was or where he came from, he was a complete mystery to everyone, including himself. All he had of his past was this reoccurring memory—that he couldn't save a girl named Taryn.
All he saw over and over again were he eyes, her empty, white eyes. And he never knew why he had these memories, but every night like clockwork, he'd see these same images. Sometimes he'd just stay up all night training just so he didn't have these thoughts. But somehow they always found him. Over and over again he saw this strange man in silver pulling this girl away while he lay helpless and paralyzed on the ground. What happened to him when he looked this creature in the eyes? And what was that flash he always saw at the end of his dream? All of this was added to the long list of things he didn't remember about his life or himself for that matter.
Dillon just stared at the running water in front of him. "Taryn…" he spoke again. He reached his hands into the cool water and splashed it against his face. As he rubbed the water against his face, he began to think again. All he wanted was to redo that moment, change anything to save this Taryn girl. He thought that if he had been able to do something, maybe she would still be around and he would know more about himself and her.
Dillon leaned against the white porcelain sink as the water dripped from his face. "Why couldn't I save you?" he asked to himself.
Suddenly, he began to see it all again, quick flashes of everything—her being pulled away from him, himself collapsed on the floor, that odd flash, and most of all, her strange eyes. Rage filled his body and he made his hands into fists. The next thing he knew he was punching the mirror in front of him, shattering it into bits. This finally snapped him out of his thoughts.
The next sound he heard was a light knocking on the door. He walked over to see who was there, and he was relieved when he saw who it was.
"Hey, Summer." He said softy as he headed back over to the sink. She was wearing a small yellow nightdress with small daisies all over it.
"Is everything okay?" she asked as she slowly entered the room. "I thought I heard a crash, like glass shattering." It was at this moment that she saw the broken mirror and Dillon's knuckles bleeding a little. "What happened?" she asked noticing his black wife beater shirt was covered in sweat.
"I'm fine." He answered weakly. "I just have a lot on my mind."
Summer walked a little further into the room. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked.
"No, I'll be alright." He told her, running water over his bloody knuckles. He scrubbed his hand way too hard, making his cuts worse. Summer grabbed his hand gently to get him to stop.
"What's wrong, Dillon. If you tell me I may be able to help." Summer told him, looking him in his eyes.
Dillon leaned against the sink again and tightly closed his eyes. "I had that flashback again." He said, "And every time I see it, it always ends at the same place—her being dragged away while I just lie there…I couldn't save her."
Summer opened a nearby closet and pulled out a small white rag. She wrapped and tied the rag around Dillon's hand. "You did all you could." She assured him. "Do you know who she is yet?'
"No." Dillon answered. "All I know is that I have some sort of connection with her. She means something to me…I just don't know what."
"You're smart, Dillon. I know you'll figure this out. And who knows, she may be out there looking for you somewhere." Summer told him.
Dillon whipped his head around to her sadly. "Looking for me? I don't even know if she's alive! All I have is this one memory and it always ends without fail with the flash. That's the only thing I know about my past."
Summer's face grew sad with his, but she was determined to try and make him feel better. "You may not know if she's still alive or not, but I bet she misses you and cares about you just as much as you do with her." In a way, Summer hated say all of this to him. She had a minor crush on Dillon ever since they had their little talk while he was in prison. They both seemed to be real with one another, which gave them a special bond with each other. But if this Taryn person were his wife or girlfriend, she wouldn't want to be the one that kept them apart if she should return.
"I miss her." Dillon said suddenly as he peered down at the sink. "I can barely remember her and yet I miss her."
Summer took his hand in hers and looked into his eyes. "I guarantee you that wherever she is, she misses you too. I know it."
Dillon grabbed one of her shoulder and squeezed it gently. "Thanks, Summer." He told her, looking at his bandaged hand. "For everything."
Summer just shrugged and smiled. "Hey, that's what friends are for." As much as it pained her to refer to herself as just a friend, she knew that her worries wouldn't help his situation right now and if she needed to step aside for this Taryn person, she would--as long as Dillon was happy.
At the Venjix barricades, Venjix was hard at work on a mysterious project. The pit beside the large red machine was smoking furiously. General Shifter was also there helping his master in any way that he could. He picked up piece after piece of bright silver metal shards and threw it down into the pit as Venjix instructed. The General walked back and forth heaving piece after piece of metal, he was growing very tired but he didn't want to say anything to his master and end up getting blasted for it.
The General paused for a moment and leaned against the wall to rest. "Master Venjix?" he whined with heaved breaths, "Can you give me an approximate time frame as to when this project will be complete? I know that you want a strong opponent for the rangers, but this is getting rather exhausting. It's been close to two years now."
"Patience, General Shifter. I know this project has been a complicated one, but each moment we continue working on reviving this monster, the higher our chances are of defeating them." Venjix answered. "Now, get back to work before I throw you in the pit."
General Shifter pushed himself off of the wall and reluctantly began to pick up more scrap metal. "Yes, Master Venjix. But I still don't see why we can't get Tenaya to pitch in and help us. We'd get this finished a lot faster." Shifter grumbled.
"You know that right now Tenaya's job is to preoccupy the rangers. If she knew what we were up to, she would try to use the power for nothing more than herself. She'll see this when the time is right." Venjix told his assistant.
"See what when the time is right?" Tenaya asked curiously as she suddenly entered the room with her arms folded.
"This is doesn't concern you right now! And who said you could come in here?" Venjix shouted at her.
"My apologies." Tenaya said with no sincerity. "I just thought that when my name was said in a conversation, that it concerned me." She snapped back.
General Shifter threw down the chunk of metal he was holding and stormed right up to her. "Don't speak to the master like that! Show some respect!"
"Back off you overgrown toolbox!" she yelled down at him. "I could end you right here and now if I wanted too!" she said as she tightened her black glove.
"ENOUGH!! Both of you!" Venjix boomed. "Tenaya, I want you to attack the city and keep the rangers busy. This process won't take much longer—you'll be included soon enough."
Tenaya looked to Venjix, then to General Shifter with a scoff. "Fine, I'll have those rangers gone in no time, just you wait." As she headed out the door, she stopped and turned around to the General, "You better watch your back, Shifter." She warned him, then stormed out of the room.
Shifter growled in frustration as he headed back to his work. "I don't know why you even bother with her! General Crunch and I are far more efficient than she is, and while showing you respect at the same time."
"I know that she is a nuisance, but she's powerful nonetheless." Venjix told him. "Once the rangers are out of the way she should be more pleasant. Let's just keep focus on the task at hand for now."
"As you wish, Master Venjix." Shifter replied, throwing another metal shard in the pit. He always hated it when Tenaya got the last word in. He wished that he could fight her one on one to prove that he was far stronger than she is. He wanted her gone almost as much as he wanted the rangers gone.