achanceto_dream prompt set 1.7.2 [thunder]
2) thunder: thunder in a dream symbolizes inspiration. It can also be seen as a warning to the dreamer to pay attention.
Claire didn’t know what to do. She was confused and lost, and she knew there was something behind her. A part of her knew it was a dream but this was the first time that her dream took place in the village. All her other dreams took place somewhere else; sometimes somewhere fantastical where it just didn’t seem real and other times her dreams took place in locations she actually knew. Texas, New York and California though the latter of the choices was the usual for her repetitive dreams.
The house that should have been her safe haven but became a cage the day Sylar came for her ability.
But she wasn’t at the house in California but the feeling was the same. The feeling of being stalked, of knowing someone was behind her but they were never there when she turned around. It was enough to have her heart racing as she looked for whoever it was that was stalking her. Even in the confusion, she had an idea of who it was but it wasn’t possible. He wasn’t supposed to exist anymore but she could feel him. She could always feel him.
As a shadow passed out of the corner of her eye, she swallowed the almost desperate sob as she turned around to face her stalker.
“Galen.” Her breath caught as she faced her boyfriend.
“Claire, what’s wrong?” He looked concerned just as he always did when he knew there was something bothering her. He reached out to her, probably to take her into his arms, but he didn’t get the chance as suddenly he was thrown away from her by an invisible force. Right through the window of their room, the shattering glass filling the air and catching the moonlight with a haunting glow as he dropped out of sight.
She was sure she screamed his name as she ran after him, as though she thought she could catch him somehow despite the fact he was already gone. As she skidded to a stop in front of the window, she looked down with the expectation to see his beautiful form broken on the street below but there was nothing. Not even shattered glass.
Her breath shuddered as she lifted a hand, her fingers touching the cool pane in front of her and confusion had her brows drawing together once more. It wasn’t possible. She had just seen it break and she had watched Galen fall to his supposed death but there was no sign of either. When the door slammed behind her, it sounded like thunder to her ears, causing her to jump as she whipped about and looked over her dark hotel room.
“Who’s there?” She called out, trying to force herself to sound braver than she felt. As she started forward slowly, she looked to the block of knives that were sitting in the kitchenette and she could only hope she would reach them before whatever it was that was stalking her got to her.
When she made it to the knives, she curled her fingers around one of the handles and listened to the hissing noise the knife made as she pulled it from its resting place. As she turned slowly, she caught another shadow but this time it didn’t move.
He was standing in front of the window she had just abandoned, the moonlight embracing him from behind and making him seem larger than before as he was cloaked in shadow. It was just like the first time she had seen him in the locker room of the high school, holding a dying cheerleader pinned to the lockers but now he held nothing. He didn’t need to. She knew what he was capable of as she had experienced it firsthand.
“No.” Her heart was in her throat as she tightened her fingers around the handle of the knife, trying to hide the tremble. “No, you’re not real.”
The world exploded with thunder as he moved faster than she could imagine, disappearing in a blur and then suddenly appearing right in front of her. His hand wrapped around her throat, clamping down to stop the scream that was about to burst free as the other hand grabbed her wrist to stop her from slashing at him. The laughter that spilled out of him sounded like the soft rumbling in the distance as he lowered his face to just inches from hers.
“Aren’t I, Claire? You know better than anyone I can’t be killed.”
The thunder echoed again as he brought her hand up, twisting her wrist hard enough to break it and she screamed because she could feel it, especially when he drove the knife into her chest.
Claire came awake with a gasp, her whole body rigid with the imagined pain and her heart pounding in her ears. As she brought her hand to her chest, she half expected to find the butcher knife resting there but there was nothing. Nothing but the cloth of her nightgown and a fine layer of sweat that left her chilled.
“Claire?”
It was Galen with his ever concerned look as he lifted his head from the pillow that rested beside hers. His hand slid over hers and he frowned as he could feel the pounding of her heart. Not that he needed to feel it because the emotions that came off of her were almost distracting and disheartening. He wanted to know what she had dreamed but she shook her head as she slid down beside him, her arm curling around him as she pressed herself to his side as though he could stop the nightmare from coming back. He frowned but he remained quiet as he curled his hand in her hair, holding her tightly.
“It’s just a nightmare. It wasn’t real.” She murmured after a moment, trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince him.
The only problem was that she wasn’t sure she believed it herself.
[Galen is
starkiller_sith and Sylar is
notacompanyman , both are used with love!]
Claire didn’t know what to do. She was confused and lost, and she knew there was something behind her. A part of her knew it was a dream but this was the first time that her dream took place in the village. All her other dreams took place somewhere else; sometimes somewhere fantastical where it just didn’t seem real and other times her dreams took place in locations she actually knew. Texas, New York and California though the latter of the choices was the usual for her repetitive dreams.
The house that should have been her safe haven but became a cage the day Sylar came for her ability.
But she wasn’t at the house in California but the feeling was the same. The feeling of being stalked, of knowing someone was behind her but they were never there when she turned around. It was enough to have her heart racing as she looked for whoever it was that was stalking her. Even in the confusion, she had an idea of who it was but it wasn’t possible. He wasn’t supposed to exist anymore but she could feel him. She could always feel him.
As a shadow passed out of the corner of her eye, she swallowed the almost desperate sob as she turned around to face her stalker.
“Galen.” Her breath caught as she faced her boyfriend.
“Claire, what’s wrong?” He looked concerned just as he always did when he knew there was something bothering her. He reached out to her, probably to take her into his arms, but he didn’t get the chance as suddenly he was thrown away from her by an invisible force. Right through the window of their room, the shattering glass filling the air and catching the moonlight with a haunting glow as he dropped out of sight.
She was sure she screamed his name as she ran after him, as though she thought she could catch him somehow despite the fact he was already gone. As she skidded to a stop in front of the window, she looked down with the expectation to see his beautiful form broken on the street below but there was nothing. Not even shattered glass.
Her breath shuddered as she lifted a hand, her fingers touching the cool pane in front of her and confusion had her brows drawing together once more. It wasn’t possible. She had just seen it break and she had watched Galen fall to his supposed death but there was no sign of either. When the door slammed behind her, it sounded like thunder to her ears, causing her to jump as she whipped about and looked over her dark hotel room.
“Who’s there?” She called out, trying to force herself to sound braver than she felt. As she started forward slowly, she looked to the block of knives that were sitting in the kitchenette and she could only hope she would reach them before whatever it was that was stalking her got to her.
When she made it to the knives, she curled her fingers around one of the handles and listened to the hissing noise the knife made as she pulled it from its resting place. As she turned slowly, she caught another shadow but this time it didn’t move.
He was standing in front of the window she had just abandoned, the moonlight embracing him from behind and making him seem larger than before as he was cloaked in shadow. It was just like the first time she had seen him in the locker room of the high school, holding a dying cheerleader pinned to the lockers but now he held nothing. He didn’t need to. She knew what he was capable of as she had experienced it firsthand.
“No.” Her heart was in her throat as she tightened her fingers around the handle of the knife, trying to hide the tremble. “No, you’re not real.”
The world exploded with thunder as he moved faster than she could imagine, disappearing in a blur and then suddenly appearing right in front of her. His hand wrapped around her throat, clamping down to stop the scream that was about to burst free as the other hand grabbed her wrist to stop her from slashing at him. The laughter that spilled out of him sounded like the soft rumbling in the distance as he lowered his face to just inches from hers.
“Aren’t I, Claire? You know better than anyone I can’t be killed.”
The thunder echoed again as he brought her hand up, twisting her wrist hard enough to break it and she screamed because she could feel it, especially when he drove the knife into her chest.
Claire came awake with a gasp, her whole body rigid with the imagined pain and her heart pounding in her ears. As she brought her hand to her chest, she half expected to find the butcher knife resting there but there was nothing. Nothing but the cloth of her nightgown and a fine layer of sweat that left her chilled.
“Claire?”
It was Galen with his ever concerned look as he lifted his head from the pillow that rested beside hers. His hand slid over hers and he frowned as he could feel the pounding of her heart. Not that he needed to feel it because the emotions that came off of her were almost distracting and disheartening. He wanted to know what she had dreamed but she shook her head as she slid down beside him, her arm curling around him as she pressed herself to his side as though he could stop the nightmare from coming back. He frowned but he remained quiet as he curled his hand in her hair, holding her tightly.
“It’s just a nightmare. It wasn’t real.” She murmured after a moment, trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince him.
The only problem was that she wasn’t sure she believed it herself.
[Galen is
starkiller_sith and Sylar is
notacompanyman , both are used with love!]