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Title: Resistance 01: Knowing
An exciting new series by Vickie Moseley Summary: It's 2012. William Vande Kamp knows more than his parents think he knows. He's about to embark on an adventure that will change his life forever. Category: Mytharc, Williamfic, pre and post colonization Rating: E for everybody Disclaimer: Well, it got pretty darned hard to make it sound like something a 12 year old kid would buy into, but I made him psychic, so that helped. Otherwise, I sure don't intent to infringe on that mangled mess that was S8 and S9 and don't even want to infringe on the good stuff in S1 through S7. Archive: yes Author's notes: this is a series. It's not really a WIP, because I plan on keeping it going for a while. I bow to DonnaH, who has blazed one heck of a trail before me with both After the Future and Goodbyes/Hellos. I take a slightly different route. This is part one of I don't know how many. Resistance 01: Knowing by Vickie Moseley Nebraska, 2012 I am not who they say I am. I remember when I first realized that I wasn't the son of the people I called 'Mom' and 'Dad'. I was five years old and had just come down with a bad cold. That night, I had a dream. I dreamed of a red haired lady with blue eyes who smiled at me, even though there were tears on her cheeks. I knew it was a dream because it was the first time I'd ever seen the color red. I was born red-green colorblind. I dreamed of that lady often after that night. Later, about a year later when I turned six I had another dream. This time I dreamed of a man. He was tall and had dark hair and his nose was too big for his face, like mine, but on him it looked good. His eyes were what made me remember him. He had eyes that were brown and green and had yellow flecks. I'd never seen eyes like that before so I had to ask my mom if they were real, if anyone could really have eyes that were so many colors. She said they were called 'hazel'. The man had hazel eyes. Of course, I didn't tell Mom about the dream. She doesn't like me to talk about my dreams. There have been times when my dreams came true and that upset her. I knew when Granddad Wilbert was going to have a heart attack because I saw it in a dream. When he died in the hospital, my dad told me never to tell my mom about my dreams again. But the man in my dreams, he seemed larger than life. He was like a superhero or something, Bruce Wayne just waiting for the right moment to slip away to the Bat cave and become Batman for the night. For a while I thought that's what he was, but a little later, I found out more about them.
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