Detention - The nightmare
Continued from the Detention nightmare.
“But…” She stopped. Her parents were gone. And she was no longer in the living room. She recognized the White Room and drew back in fear as the door open and Agent Pierce walked in.
“Hello Isabel. We need to talk.”
She couldn’t focus on him though, her attention caught by the people that walked in behind him, carrying the trays of medical instruments.
****
Suddenly the White Room was gone and Isabel was in the second floor common room watching as people ran about frantically. She tried to reach out and stop Sam as she ran past, confused by the fear written across her face. But it was like Isabel wasn’t there. “They’re coming,” she said as she stopped where Janet was standing next to the couch.
BOOM!
Isabel ducked as the room exploded, debris flying through the air. She looked up squinting through the smoke and then froze as she took in the carnage. Her friends were sprawled around the room, some merely shocked, other’s severely wounded.
Above the sound of moans and frantic shouts for help, she could hear the sound of running feet approaching. Suddenly brilliant lines of red light traced through the smoke, each line ending in a small red dot on the chest of the people still moving through the room.
“NO!” she shrieked as the shots rang out.
****
And then the common room was gone. She was in Caritas? It was hard to tell. The normally organized bar was a wrecked, chairs overturned, tables broken. She saw bodies amongst the wreckage but she didn't recognize anyone she knew. At least not until she looked at the bar itself, and saw Parker, desperately trying to tend to a severely injured Jarod.
"Jarod. Jarod. No. Please?" Parker was whispering. "No, you promised not to leave me." She looked up at Isabel, and her expression shifted into rage. "You. This is *your* fault."
Isabel stepped back as Parker left Jarod’s side and stalked towards her. It was getting to be too much, her parents rejecting her, Pierce, the horror of the common room. “Parker, I’m sorry. I never…”
"Damn you to *hell*, Isabel,” Parker said, cutting her off. “It's not enough Alex died because of you and your family? You have to take my friends with you too?! Could you be more *useless*, with your little tricks? And dangerous, with your goddamn destiny you're running away from. You *coward*.
She flinched when Parker mentioned Alec and then shook her head. She never wanted this. She just wanted to be normal, never wanted to worry again about aliens or the FBI. “No,” she said quietly. “I just wanted...”
“I thought we were friends!” Parker hissed as she loomed in front of her. “I thought you were a good person! Now look at what you've done, you've ruined everything!" Parker pushed at her, nearly hysterical. "You're so smart, fix this! Fix it fix it *bring him back* damn you!"
“I’m sorry, I can’t…”
****
Again, she didn’t know where she was. But unlike earlier, there was no feeling of happiness, no laughing friends. Instead, amorphous shapes ghosted around in the shadows just outside her line of sight.
It felt alien. It was alien.
“Vilandra!” A voice boomed out from no where, from everywhere.
“You have returned to Antar.”
“And now you will die.”
Isabel screamed as a pain unlike anything she’d ever felt before raced through her body.
[ooc: Massive, massive *glomps* and thanks to mparker17, both for writing her bit with me and then for holding my hand and encouraging me as I wrote the rest. She did this despite curently being traumatized in her own thread.]
“But…” She stopped. Her parents were gone. And she was no longer in the living room. She recognized the White Room and drew back in fear as the door open and Agent Pierce walked in.
“Hello Isabel. We need to talk.”
She couldn’t focus on him though, her attention caught by the people that walked in behind him, carrying the trays of medical instruments.
****
Suddenly the White Room was gone and Isabel was in the second floor common room watching as people ran about frantically. She tried to reach out and stop Sam as she ran past, confused by the fear written across her face. But it was like Isabel wasn’t there. “They’re coming,” she said as she stopped where Janet was standing next to the couch.
BOOM!
Isabel ducked as the room exploded, debris flying through the air. She looked up squinting through the smoke and then froze as she took in the carnage. Her friends were sprawled around the room, some merely shocked, other’s severely wounded.
Above the sound of moans and frantic shouts for help, she could hear the sound of running feet approaching. Suddenly brilliant lines of red light traced through the smoke, each line ending in a small red dot on the chest of the people still moving through the room.
“NO!” she shrieked as the shots rang out.
****
And then the common room was gone. She was in Caritas? It was hard to tell. The normally organized bar was a wrecked, chairs overturned, tables broken. She saw bodies amongst the wreckage but she didn't recognize anyone she knew. At least not until she looked at the bar itself, and saw Parker, desperately trying to tend to a severely injured Jarod.
"Jarod. Jarod. No. Please?" Parker was whispering. "No, you promised not to leave me." She looked up at Isabel, and her expression shifted into rage. "You. This is *your* fault."
Isabel stepped back as Parker left Jarod’s side and stalked towards her. It was getting to be too much, her parents rejecting her, Pierce, the horror of the common room. “Parker, I’m sorry. I never…”
"Damn you to *hell*, Isabel,” Parker said, cutting her off. “It's not enough Alex died because of you and your family? You have to take my friends with you too?! Could you be more *useless*, with your little tricks? And dangerous, with your goddamn destiny you're running away from. You *coward*.
She flinched when Parker mentioned Alec and then shook her head. She never wanted this. She just wanted to be normal, never wanted to worry again about aliens or the FBI. “No,” she said quietly. “I just wanted...”
“I thought we were friends!” Parker hissed as she loomed in front of her. “I thought you were a good person! Now look at what you've done, you've ruined everything!" Parker pushed at her, nearly hysterical. "You're so smart, fix this! Fix it fix it *bring him back* damn you!"
“I’m sorry, I can’t…”
****
Again, she didn’t know where she was. But unlike earlier, there was no feeling of happiness, no laughing friends. Instead, amorphous shapes ghosted around in the shadows just outside her line of sight.
It felt alien. It was alien.
“Vilandra!” A voice boomed out from no where, from everywhere.
“You have returned to Antar.”
“And now you will die.”
Isabel screamed as a pain unlike anything she’d ever felt before raced through her body.
[ooc: Massive, massive *glomps* and thanks to mparker17, both for writing her bit with me and then for holding my hand and encouraging me as I wrote the rest. She did this despite curently being traumatized in her own thread.]