Another story... I am so stupid. Well, a mixture of smart and stupid. SMUPID, as Machinima says. LOL. This time I'll make it a multi-chapter, so whenever I get bored, I'll just type things. Sorry for the grammar, I'm no perfect. Sorry, for everything (eh?).

There's something you need to know about this thing first. I got inspired by someone whose name is raizael, her story were fabs. She's from Fan Fiction though. To see her amazing works of literature, go here(minus the spaces):

http:/ www. fanfiction .net/ ~raizael

I seem to talk a lot. ^_^. She got a story in which I got this idea from, titled ~

http:/ www. fanfiction .net/s/4705486/1/The_Devil_the_Angel_and_the_AntiChrist

MAYBE it's different, but I still want to give credits to her. It's pretty much the same, so if ever there's someone to claim this story, I would be glad to put this down. I'm no ORIGINAL. There. So, if the cops came to my house with a warrant, I'll just say that I did... this.

Lalala. This'll appear every chapter.

- Wake up from this Nightmare -

"Science may have found a cure for most evils; but it has found no remedy for the rest of them all — the apathy of human beings."

Helen Keller

Chapter 1: Cure.

Aria had her back against the rich wooden wall of the upper deck. Her knees joining on her chest, and her hands were on her ears — as if the silence was far too enough. Her mouth pressed close, and then her eyes were —

Oh, her eyes! Wide open to a bloody sight upon the lower deck of their house. Tears stumbled silently. Her dog. Her grandma. Her mother. Her father.

Shot.

Dead.

For some reason, she just can't tear her eyes away from this scene. Her family gone. Thick red blood, making a huge puddle on the living room. It's bad. A family photo, ruined. Everybody sprawled across the floor. Everybody but Aria — who will carry the burden of being the only one left.

She cried.

Aria was woken up by five loud gunshots. Five fatal shots. Four bullets. Four killed. She was having a beautiful dream, wherein her prince came to save her from the monster. And that was it. No happy ending; just an unfinished story.

From a wonderful dream, she woke up to a nightmare.

There was a tapping sound. Someone stepped into the room. With teary eyes, she looked up to see who it was. Somebody. Please anybody. A man clad in a black suit — like a tuxedo —, white gloves, and a handheld-gun. A gun. She shook much more in fear.

The man stepped closer, "Don't be afraid, little girl. I already killed the one who did this." He said, his voice a little shaky and hoarse, yet kind and gentle. And he lifted her up in his arms, carried her into a beautiful Ferrari. She sat still on the passenger seat, afraid but with trust. "Don't be afraid."

It was then that she saw several vehicles, with red and blue lights that go swoosh; ambulances, police cars, news mobiles, then there were medics, cops, reporters, and sorts. It made her dizzy. She cried, now softly. They passed through all of them.

It was night that they left that horror-filled mansion. In her pjs, Aria and the man drove a long way. The man thinks. He thinks deeply. They're to travel to a faraway place. It's like a fairytale. No. Not a fairytale, but a movie.

They were quiet. Nobody speaks, except for the casual;

"Are you alright?"

"Do you need something?"

"Are you thirsty?"

Several days. Gas stations. Drive-thru-s. Toll gates. Inns. She thought that it will never end. Looking at the sky the sun goes down and goes up. It's like watching a replay again and again. It gives her time to think. It gives THEM time to think. And they were satisfied. The silence of the strangers seems to help them in being comfortable.

On their first dawn, the twilight helped Aria to stare at the man for ten seconds, even though her eyes are swelled-up. Red and gold. Red and gold. Red and gold. The blood which was staining his hair and face reminds her of the murder she just saw hours ago. And his golden hair, of how she wonders to touch, reminds her of dog, Bernadette. She looked away. Aria is not stupid. She's 17 for Pete's sake!

Then they in a small stop-by restaurant. They dressed in a new outfit, washed their faces, and bought out some high-class low-calorie fries and burgers. "You look really tiny in that shirt." He said, acting much like a mother to her, but she didn't reply. Aria just bit into her food, trying hard not to think about... blood. They moved for two straight days.

The second night, they turned into an inn. It's a small one inside a village. It was when they checked in that Aria came to have knowledge of this man's name.

"Luca. We'll be staying for the night."

Luca is a pretty name. She smiled. Then they were led into the room. There, Luca, with his bag, quickly went into the bathroom, while Aria sat herself on the bed. She's thinking. It's only two days and she already misses the sweet smell of the grapes, and the tiny popping sound from the winery at the back of their house. Sometimes, she runs around the grape yard with her dog, and her grandma sits at the balcony, knitting another pair of blanket for the winter. Her mother preparing lunch somewhere in the kitchen, then her father, instructing the harvesters but then,

The bathroom door opens; Luca came out with a towel in his hand. He's wearing a white crisp cotton shirt, a pair of pyjamas, and some pink bunny slippers. He doesn't want to meet her gaze. Probably, embarrassed. "Your turn." He said.

They were escaping their lives. Well, at least, this man took her away from the horrid. She's grateful. It's like a new life for her, a new life with this man. It's like the road was theirs, and the days were making the both of them happy. For some, it's may seem like a runaway couple. It may seem like that, at most.

The shower was pounding on her head. It felt so good on her flesh. She found a new set of pyjamas and other separate hygienic things inside the cupboard. It feels fresh, and the thoughts for her family vanished in an instant. She went out of the bathroom only to find Luca sitting on the bed, cleaning guns.

Guns.

She stood still. The sick feeling in her stomach came rushing back again. Like fear and hate."Oh, sorry." Was the only thing he said as he pushed everything inside the black bag. And he smiled at her. She smiled back. Afraid but with trust. That's what she feels. Luca slept on the couch nearby. Aria stared at him for quite some time. She says, "Luca-san is a real gentleman, like a prince." And she drifts off to the long-awaited slumber.

Luca grinned.

She woke up around 10 in the morning. And he was already eating breakfast. "G—... Morning." He greeted her, wanting to be careful of his words. "G' Morning." She replied, a small frown on her lips; Luca noticed. This is the first time that she actually talked to him. Luca already decided; even though slowly, he will heal her. He will, because the girl lost his family, and—

"You were dreaming. There was your smile." He took a sip on his coffee. Aria looked up to see his ocean eyes, in which she thought that she will drown if she gets too close. "I always get wonderful dreams in my sleep." And she stepped out of the bed, sat beside the coffee table, and took in her chocolate. "What was it?" he anticipated while he reached into his pocket to turn off his vibrating phone. "My... family."

Almost immediately he apologized. And they were quiet.

Luca excused himself towards the bathroom — of course, only after saying that they'll have to move again in an hour. He brushed his teeth, the water warm against his lips. He tried. Tried, at least. When he got out of that room, he found Aria crying again. Silently, as she can. Aria was thrown back to zero.

She tuned in the radio to lessen the awkward silence. There were sweet songs like Everywhere by Michelle Branch, and the Jai Ho of the Pussycat Dolls. But now, she nearly lost her mind creating a sense into some words she heard just some minutes ago.

'Dead.'

'Rich family.'

'Missing.'

'Kidnapped.'

'Bullets.'

'Pity.'

'Lost.'

Luca threw his arms around Aria. He knew. She cried on him as he hushed her down. Don't be afraid. She laid her head on his lap, wanting — needing his mother's embrace. Afraid but with trust. The remorse that he never felt before, now dawning on him... slowly, painfully. He ran his fingers on her scalp, her smooth honey-brown hair refusing to entangle its strands to him.

Sleep; go get your wonderful dream. Wish that you may never wake up from it. Hold it close. Don't let this nightmare catch you. They stayed for hours more. And then, they will escape again. The road was theirs. It's a new life; no one can take it away from them.

Certainly, he will heal her, because he chose to let his life twine with this girl.

He will find the cure. He will, because he loves her. He will, because he already had taken away the justice from her. He will, just because.

Cure.

There~! Done~! Again. Bear with it please. I'm no original.