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Myka had the distinct feeling that she was flying. She felt the air sift through her hair as she flew high above the ground. She didn't stop to wonder why she was flying, more like swinging actually. She found herself swinging like a pendulum, back and forth. She didn't even bother to be afraid. She felt incredibly safe. And then as if it suddenly dawned on her, she realized she wasn't alone. She was swinging in midair with someone wrapped around her. Myka looked to her right and was face to face with H.G. Wells. The dark haired woman smiled at her, reassuring the Secret Service Agent.
Myka looked below her dangling feet and saw nothing but blue sky and clouds. She knew she should have been terrified but she felt perfectly safe. She looked above her head and saw that H.G. was holding on to a strange gun. Myka felt herself hold on tighter to the British woman. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the woman's shoulder. She felt at peace, swinging rhythmically in the air and being held so tight. She almost drifted off to sleep until she heard her name spoken by the most beautiful voice.
"Myka" she heard the woman say. She was too relaxed to answer her.
"Myka, wake up darling." Myka smiled at the sound.
"Myka, wake up!" The voice screamed at her to wake up. Myka didn't want to leave this fabulous place. It was at that moment she realized she wasn't swinging anymore but rather falling to her death. She reached out for that beautiful woman but she was no longer there. Myka felt panic strike as she grasped for something, anything to save her from her untimely death.
"Helena!" she called. No answer.
"Helena!" It was if she was yelling into an empty void.
"Myka wake up!" She heard a voice say. She realized it wasn't Helena at all.
The agent gasped as she sat up in her bed, soaked with sweat. Her focus cleared as the worried face of Claudia came into view.
"Hey…you okay, man?" Claudia sat next to Myka on the bed. The senior agent had been making quite a ruckus in her sleep which disturbed the young girl's sleep. She rushed over and heard her colleague frantically screaming and writhing in her slumber.
Myka had the look of a deer in the headlights. She looked to Claudia then to the wide open door. "Did I wake everybody up?" The young girl shook her head. "Nah, just me. I do sleep right next door ya know. You looked like you were having a rough time. You alright?" Myka sat further up and looked at the clock on her bedside table: 3:32 a.m. Running her fingers through her damp hair she shivered, unable to shake the terrible feeling of falling.
Panicking, Myka put her hands to her face covering her mouth. "Oh God, did I say anything?" She mumbled through her fingers.
Claudia looked down at the bedspread, deciding whether to tell her friend the exact details of the ordeal she overheard. "Nah, nothing specific", Myka let out a deep breath as Claudia relieved her worries, "you were just rambling. It wasn't until you started thrashing around that I really got scared. Do you remember what happened?"
Myka closed her eyes for the briefest moment debating on what to say to her young friend. "I uh…I remember falling. I had the grappling gun and I was falling. That's really all I remember." Myka looked down at her shaking hands as to avoid Claudia's gaze. She didn't want the girl to know she wasn't telling the entire truth.
Claudia rubbed Myka's arm in some form of consolation. "I'm sorry Myks. That must have been terrifying. Why don't you try to get some more sleep and if you need anything just holla. After all we have a big day tomorrow!" She gave her another reassuring smile and slithered off into the night, leaving Myka there alone with her thoughts.
Neither agent admitted the truth to one another. Myka kept her vision of the dark haired woman a secret as did Claudia keep hidden the name her friend had been screaming out during the night. Helena Grace Wells seemed to be haunting the agents even after her detainment.
Myka lay back against the cool pillows and stared up at the ceiling. She knew Claudia was right; they did indeed have a big day tomorrow. She and Pete were on another mission but she couldn't stop her mind from wandering to the beautiful woman's face. It had been three days since she had last seen Helena in her parents' bookstore. It had also been her first night back at the Inn without Helena's presence lingering within the building. She closed her eyes and tried to fall back to sleep but couldn't shake the feeling of some part of her was missing. Myka had to get it back.
Attn: This is a trial chapter my friends. I just want to know if its worth continuing. Please review and let me know what you think; if you want more, if you want less, and if you want anything at all. Thank you!