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Summary: Claire begins to have a recurring nightmare. These are all depictions of characters through her subconscious and imagination. Basically, I wanted to have it written out once so I don’t have to keep writing it over and over and over again each time it happens. Warnings: death, blood, guns, stabbing, dismemberment. Characters Mentioned: @ofbandits @camxhuynh @sarpelui @micahz @silentkept @wrathfillcd @bencvolentways (also including both Aaron and Claire’s parents) All playable characters mentioned do not have any written dialogue.

(you can find a TL;DR at the bottom)

A small string orchestra plays sickeningly sweet music that sounds all too light and airy for Claire’s taste. While she can’t exactly put her finger on what the song is called, she knows it is far too fantastical and mushy for a wedding between two people who have practically fought tooth and nail to get to this day. She looks at herself in the mirror and blames her pure nerves on the fact that it all seems like a big white blur to her. She can feel it hugging her body tightly, as though it were keeping her from gliding off the floor and floating down the aisle.

Claire hears Cam’s voice doing what was usually the redhead’s job during important dates and events; micro-managing everyone and everything. Dressed in a haze of pastel pink, she walks up to Claire and merely touches her shoulder, probably the only thing she could do without disturbing her hair and make up. She mutters something inaudible, yet the words go straight to Claire’s heart as she already begins to feel a sweep of happiness and anxious anticipation falling over her.

After Cam makes her big entrance into the ceremony, it is Rigel who enters to see Claire next, looking like he had just heard the sweetest words in the world from someone out there before coming to see her blushing face accompanied by her thundering heart. Claire cannot possibly comprehend why she feels so anxious even more so now, because that look of comfort on his face should have settled every last nerve as he practically slapped the sense back into her. Yet she feels heavy at the same time. It doesn’t go away once he enters into the ceremony next.

The cheesy music changes a bit as she can hear from the room where she waits to make her grand entrance, but the room feels so empty and cold now. Perhaps it’s because the window is open, causing the white sheer curtains to dance with the wind. One big gust of wind nearly ruins Claire’s perfect up-do, and then she feels a warm hand on her upper back near her left shoulder blade.

“It’s like looking at my mother’s wedding photos come to life...” a deep, warm voice says.

Claire immediately spins around to see the face of a man with thinning hair and stubble on his face, a smile brighter than the sun itself, everything about him was warmer than anything she had previously experienced, which meant that this could only be one man.

“Dad...” she sighed as though it were from complete relief. She frowned at herself, wondering why she didn’t sound more surprised that her father, who has been dead for years, showed up just in time to walk her down the aisle, “I didn’t think you’d make it...”

“Why?” he asked, sounding a little sad that she’d even ask such a thing, “No matter where I’m coming from, I wouldn’t miss this day for anything...” He turns her gently with his hands until he looks at her in her dress up and down, “Did you know that the happiest wedding I ever attended was-.”

“I know, dad,” Claire said with a playful roll of her eyes, “Grandma’s wedding with grandpa. You always said they looked so happy and in love in their photos that anyone who looked at them could swear they felt like they were there, like their love was so... alive and thriving.” Her father chuckled before he sighs, kissing his daughter on her forehead. “Hey! I’ve still got make up on!”

He laughed harder, the boom of it could have shook the whole building, “I am so proud of you, my seraph... you picked a good one.”

The mention of Aaron flooded her with joy, seeing his smile in everything, the way his eyes lit up when he saw her, thinking about how happy they were going to be for the rest of the day and for the months to follow as they dwelled in the newly wed glow. “I don’t know... sometimes I feel like he picked me... and then he dusted me off and... he saved me.”

Her father looks at her for a moment, sniffing and wiping away a tear from his face. “Come along,” he quickly says afterwards, holding out his arm to her, “Let’s get this show on the road before your bother gets tired of waiting and leaves.”

Claire stands completely still, “Can’t we wait 5 more minutes?”

He laughs, shamefully shaking his head as he tugs her forward towards the double doors that soon open up to a large venue covered in white. The ceilings were white, the chairs, the flowers, the aisle. Everything was bathed in purity and happiness. Hints of pink and mint green peppered in different places as if they were beginning to create a collage on a big canvas.

And at the very end, there he was, looking so handsome that Claire could abandon all tradition and just jump right into his arms, loathing the long walk she would have to slowly take. So she looks at him long enough to get his full attention on her face after he’s done gawking at her dress. That’s when she mouths ‘i love you’ to him, followed by an ear-to-ear smile. His lips part to say it back when, suddenly, the sound of footsteps unfamiliar to her own that she makes against the floor. She looks over towards the groom’s side and finds his mother and father, rushing along the sidelines.

Claire tries to grip onto her father for security, but he has vanished. In shock, she nearly falls back, but she is caught by Niko, whom she hadn’t even seen anywhere until that moment. His face is stern, stoic, unassuming. He tries to drag her away, tries to stand in front of her, tries to shield her eyes from what’s about to happen, yet Claire can’t help but scream at the top of her lungs. She looks from guest to guest, seeing Tas and Bash standing in front of their chairs, their hands simply folded in front of them as they watch Aaron’s parents grab onto him and drag him away.

“Aaron!!!” Claire screams, though it feels like no air is leaving her lungs. She chokes on the words, coughing as she falls to her knees, Niko gently guiding her down into a pool of her own tears. She can see Aaron trying to fight against the pull, one hand reaching out towards her. She reaches back only to see Aaron cry out in pain while Claire’s mother seems to appear from thin air, using a blade to cut off his hand. He screams in agony and Claire feels the pain as if it were her very own. She tries to pick herself up off the ground, but it feels like the air is pushing her back, the ground pulling her deeper and deeper in. Yet she fights back anyway as tears fall down her face, as she keeps screaming.

Niko tries to reach out for her again, but she barely escapes his grasp, feeling like as though she’d just swam a thousand miles just to finally reach Aaron’s body, her tears falling onto his white shirt and staining like blood. She looks up and sees his father holding a gun and pointing it directly at Aaron.

“No!!” she cries out, throwing her body over Aaron’s. And then there’s a boom and everything goes dark.

When the vision comes back, civilians are being chased after and run down by Savages, Lion heads blazing all over the place. Chaos ensuing, though it’s all white noise to Claire as she is held back, once again, by Niko. A blur of red finally comes into focus and she sees Aaron with a bullet in his chest. She screams again and again and again and again. “Let go of me!!!” she shouts at Niko, though he doesn’t yield as the smoking gun still remains in Aaron’s father’s hand as he looks over his son’s body.

“He made his choice,” someone’s voice says, though Claire can’t seem to make it out. She doesn’t know if it came from any one particular person, though it could have been anyone as each and every Cobra in attendance stands as on-lookers.

“Help him!!” she screams again. She tries to run to Rigel, but he also stands as still as a statue next to Cam. “Someone, please help my husband!!!!” she cries as every single part of her body falls heavy and weak, causing her to fall to the ground again, landing in a pool of Aaron’s blood. “He’s dying!!” she hears the sound of his scattered breathing, as though he’s about to draw his last. “Let me go!” she begs again, only to feel like she was practically thrown into the direction of Aaron, but by the time she is able to lay a hand on his body, it has gone cold. His chest is covered in blood and Claire’s dress is thoroughly soaked in his, the redness seeping all the way up her hands.

“Help me! Please, help me!” she sobs as she touches his hand, a silver band now appears over his ring finger. Claire can feel the presence of all of those people who just stare mindlessly at her. She tucks her hands under Aaron’s body and holds it close to her, hugging him, begging for the chance to say goodbye, for him to open his eyes, for him to come back to her. Yet no one is helping. Everyone is watching. They let him die. Everyone had at least one chance to save him and none of them took it.

And now... thanks to the people she hates the most, combined with the people she loves the most... her true love is dead and the evidence lies cold and lifeless in her arms, never able to hold her back again. It’s a betrayal and heartache that she can barely take all at once, and so she does the only thing she can do. She lets out a scream so loud, that it shatters the windows, causing colorful glass to cut each and every person who stood by and watched as Aaron died. That scream rings through all of Valdez, so everyone knows what has happened on this day.

It is that scream that carries her as her eyes open wide, feeling like thunder as she looks into the night sky that rests in the thickness of reality. Her eyes are wet and the tears are immediately released once they’ve opened. While it was only a nightmare, Claire still clutched the sheets tightly in her fist, fearing and praying that this could be one dream that would never, ever come true.

TL;DR: It’s Claire and Aaron’s wedding day and it’s super sappy! Her dad is there and she’s really happy, but she gets literally halfway down the aisle when it gets pretty bad. Her mom chops off his hand and his dad shoots him while the Savages chase after the civilian guests and the Cobras kinda just chill and watch Aaron bleed out and die. She wakes up crying and screaming a bit. Poor Claire.

#self para 1 #❦ ~ AARON ~ heaven's perfect angel #♜ ~ NIKO ~ valdez's strongest leader #✵ ~ RIGEL ~ orion's brightest star #☾ ~ CAMMY ~ world's greatest friend

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