Title: Vortex
Author: LucyRasmussen
Disclaimer: not mine
Notes: re boot of an earlier story, worked out some kinks I had with it.
Vortex
Mara always bubbles to the surface when no one is looking. Story of her life really.
She peers around at the stumbling injured people who were once her friends.
"Now, who's going to help me get William back?"
The journalists cower in the corner, the smaller of the two clutching his shoulder. He'll do just fine. If she remembers correctly, anyway. She touches his shoulder and feels the pain as it leaves his body.
There's a man who looks like a pirate stumbling around and a brown haired girl laying lifeless on the floor. He has all the The Troubles, billowing and fighting one another. Later when she's finished here she'll take them from him, one at a time.
„Audrey"
She turns to the man who was foolish enough to keep her here. Audrey's love. Betrothed, almost.
„Oh, Audrey's gone away, she sends her love though."
What she doesn't see is the tall man sneaking up on her with his gun held high. Before she can dole out more sneers she's engulfed in darkness.
When she wakes she finds herself tied up to a post, with the pirate still stumbling about. She marvels at his strength.
". Pirate…Colorado. Never tell."
She ignores the pleading voice as the men circle her carefully.
The Pirate has picked up the brown haired girl and is laying her down at her feet.
"Fix her."
She just laughs. The back of his hand hits her jaw before she can even think of another insult to hurl at him.
"Fix her."
They're circling her again. Like she's supposed to be afraid. It's happened before, in torch lit rooms with much scarier men. But not this time. Mainly because she knows that they'll never hurt her. Because even though Audrey Parker is nothing more then a still small voice in the back of her head, she's still their savior and their princess and their devotion is infinite.
The Lover is approaching her again.
"Nathan. Home. Where you are."
He has pretty blue eyes. Not quite the same blue as Williams were, but they are kind and loving.
Then the wave hits her, a vortex of images and sounds and noises.
„It's a boy, Sarah, just like you said."
„Come on, Luce, it'll be fun. You know it."
"Nice day for a funeral, isn't it, Miss Rasmussen?"
„You're not just my partner, either."
"You'll be safe here, James, for as long as it takes."
The next time she wakes, the brown haired girl is hacking and wheezing and slowly coming to. She calls for The Pirate who manages to grab her and they sit huddled together as yellow bilges slowly leave his system.
She looks at it in wonder.
It's so dusty here, and she feels like a blank page.
There's a man asking if she's ok.
She nods because it's the only thing she knows for sure.