AN: My first Dead Zone fic. Just the first chapter I am in the process of writing more since all my stories I have writers block. Tell me if you like it so I know whether to continue or not.
"She left?" Bruce is sitting across from Johnny in his living room, Sarah has gone into the kitchen, Walt is standing behind the chair she had been in and Dana is walking around the living room. Johnny nods his answer and shrugs.
"We were going to have a little party for her." Sarah states as she walks back into the room with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Well she didn't know that." Dana says. The other three nod in agreement.
"I know it was a surprise party."
"She was never going to stay too long." Johnny pauses and looks down at his watch.
"I told you guys that." They all nod again and Walt glances at his watch.
"Hey guys, I've got to go back to work, figure out what we're doing okay?" Johnny nods and Walt bends down and gives Sarah a goodbye kiss than walks out the door.
"So what are we going to do about the party stuff we got?" Dana asks she now stands in a corner starring out the window as Walt's car drives off.
"Well, I guess we can still have the party, just a little get together." Sarah suggests.
"That takes care of that, I've got to get back to the paper." "I've got to go and pick up JJ." Both Dana and Sarah walk out the door at the same time, they both look like they are in a hurry.
"So? You gonna leave now too?" Johnny looks over at Bruce, the only one left.
"Na." Bruce gets more comfortable on the couch and closes his eyes.
"Good." Bruce tries to look over at Johnny sitting across from him but something is in his way.
"What's that?" A glass ball sits on a black base in the middle of the coffee table. As Bruce sits up in the middle of the couch he reaches over to pick it up, but Johnny stops him.
"Don't, just leave it alone." He shoots Johnny a confused look and holds up his hands.
"Okay, okay. Where'd you get it?" Johnny reaches over and pushes a paper over to the other side of the table and Bruce picks it up and starts to read it out loud. "'I've got to go, I'm not one to stay in one place for a long time, not one for goodbyes either, I hope we keep in touch.' That doesn't answer my question." "Keep reading." "'P.S. Here's a gift to thank you for your hospitality.' Oh okay." "Yeah, I wonder what she's doing." "Why don't you find out?" Bruce points to the ball and smiles. "You got a direct link to her." Johnny shakes his head, as if he had thought of it, but had a problem with it.
"I can't, she had a thing about that, remember"
"Yeah, I do man." Bruce pauses. "But it's yours." "She didn't want me touching her stuff. She's the only one I know who didn't want to be touched." "I know." Bruce paused again. "Maybe she left it for a reason. It can't hurt, can it?" Johnny shrugs a little and sits down on the couch next to Bruce; he picks up the glass ball and got hit.
"Daddy, no please! Not today, not today please daddy." Johnny is standing outside a bedroom door; his eyes are fixed ona five-year-old girl with brown hair and pleading hazel eyes. "Stop daddy! Stop!" Johnny turns away; he's seen enough, the girl's pleadings echo through the house. "No!" As he walks into the room he looks out the window, his hands covering his ears and his eyes are watering. Outside stands a mailbox with 676 painted on it. He hears the little girl again.
"Stop! Daddy! No"
Johnny is thrown out of his vision so hard he almost falls off the couch, he drops the ball on the edge of the cushion and runs into the kitchen, the sounds of him throwing up can be heard through the doorway. Bruce catches the glass ball before it falls on the ground than runs into the kitchen after Johnny.
"What happened?" Johnny shakes his head and grabs the towel that sat next to him. "Tell me."
"I cant."
Bruce is standing in front of the couch as he watches Johnny paces back in forth in front of him. Johnny stops and stares at the glass ball he had gotten the vision from than continues with his mumbling.
"How could someone do that"
"Do what John?" Bruce is standing next to him now; he stood as close as he could so he could understand what Johnny was saying.
"It was his own daughter." Johnny sits down on the chair that Sarah had been sitting in and puts his head in his hands.
"John?" It looks like he had just gotten bad news from his family.
"John." Johnny suddenly looks up, as if he had just heard a gun shot.
"Bruce."
"You alright man?" John can hear the concern in his voice. "Yeah, yeah fine." Bruce seems to calm down a little, the tension just running out of him.
"Tell me what you saw."