Darkness.

Pure black nothingness.

It is the only thing that fills the room except for a silent women. Shes perfectly placed in the center of the middle cushion of a white love seat. Thousands of little talies are scratched into the cushion. The womens eyes are glossed over as she stares into the black abiss. The urban haired womens fingers are griped tightly on the side of the cushion. An IV bag is placed beside her and is connected through a needle into her arm.

She hasn't moved from her spot in perscily 42 days. No one has come to check on her yet or to test her.

Not that she can do what they want.

It dosent work that way.

The room is silent but inside of the womens head are whispers.

Not sentences just words.

Fragments of every day life, thoughts and feelings.

None of it ever really makes sense until she finds the one shes looking for. Who ever that may be. Sometimes she hears a voice of a child who has gotten lost, feeling scared calling for her mum or a man tied up screaming for help in the back of car.

She knows the names of these people and hears their plees. She heard what they want to say but can't get them help.

She would help them get there message to those who could help. She wasnt able to help them physically. Not really. The only thing she can do now is comfort them. Talk to them. Sometimes they tell her where they are or or where their from.

Sometimes in bad ones they tell her their fears and wishes. Most of the hurting ones think of her as an angel or even death coming to take them.

It burns hear very being that she cant really be there but its the best she can do. To listen and to talk.

But sometimes when she shows her self to them to long she cant come back. She gets lost a long the way the more time shes out of her body. Getting back puts her body in a broken state of repair. Thats why she hasn't been able to find him in many years.

She's been waiting for when she was strong enough to get to him.

She sensed him almost 120 days ago.

She heard his bubbly voice and felt his pain as he was shot. She wanted so badly to reach out for him. To tell him shes here again and for him to take her with him. She was finaly so close to him But she wasnt strong enough then to travel.

But she was strong enough now. She had a feeling that she could find him.

The Universe was giving her a feeling of hope.

The women let out a sigh.

The agents were coming again.

But somethings changed. It dosent feel the same.

Something felt... terably off in the Universe.

A loud train of clicks from the light above hummed loudly as it lit the room.

The womens eyes stung from the brightness and she flintched harshly liffting her legs to her chest.

The door in front of her opened and out stepped a black man that she never met before who dressed very sharply in a grey suit.

Ken. His name was ken.

Soon followed another man she new very well .

Mr. Priest.

These were men that made her skin prikel with anxiety. The universe was not happy with their presence.

"Hello Project: Iris. My name is Supervisor Adams. It's very nice to meet you. I've heard that you can do very amazing things."

Supervisor Adams crouched down in front of the women and looked into her eyes.

She simply stared at the door in front of her.

The man sighed.

"I was wondering if we could start working together. I was told they hid you away because you were very powerful at one time. I still think you could be very helpful in finding others like you. Dont you think? "

The womens eyes move from the door to the man crouched in front of her. She glares coldly into his eyes.

"Now, now Iris no need to get angry. You should be happy. Were gunna find your brother. Now I know your going to be very coroptive for us now."

Mr. Priest says. His healing scared face is very close to the women now.

" Isn't that exciting? You get to see your brother again. "

Project: Iris let out a small laugh. Her laughter echoed through out the room bouncing of the walls.

The men looked at each other with uneasy glances.

Her body was visably shaking with laughter. She then calmed down and glared at the men.

Silence filled the room.

Mr. Priest grind his teeth and smiled at the Supervisor.

"Why dont we get Iris here some rest. She might feel differently with sometime to think."

Mr. Priest said to the Supervisor.

The men then turn around and start walking towards the door.

"I cant wait to start working with you Alieen." The supervisor said as he exited the room.

The women smiled to her self as the light begain to dim. fortunately for her they wouldnt get the pleasure.

This time she herself had a message to give.

She was going to find her brother even if it kills her. Which it most likely will if she thinks she can't pull this trick off.

She has only done this once.

The last time she did it she was in a coma for 3 weeks.

The trio stood admiring the new office of Dirk gentlys Holistic detective agency.

Things have finaly began geting back to normal. Well as normal as it can be when you work with a crazy Holistic Detective. The case was closed and a new case was ready to be found.

"Why don't we start unpacking guys."

Todd said after they were done admiring the new sign they put on the wall.

"Oooh I call the spiny chair!"

Dirk said enthusiastically as he hops on a yellow chair and proceeds to spin around.

"You're going to get sick Dirk. Stop spinning so fast."

Farah says in concern of Dirks sickeningly fast spinning.

"Oh I'll be...fine."

Dirk stops spinning as the the room around him begins to blur.

"Dirk are you ok?"

Todd stops unpacking a box of books and looks at his best friend with worry.

Dirk clutched his head as he fell out off the chair.

" Dirk are you sick whats wrong?"

Farah says as she and Todd rush over to Dirk who is starring past them on the floor.

"I... it's... oh my... how?"

Dirk points his finger at a figure that stands behind his friends.

Aileen stands waring a Blackwell uniform with tears in her eyes.

"Dirky its me. Im real. Well im not really real. Im only half real. Ooh never mind. Calm down alright I'll explain this to you later. Right now I need you to grab my hands."

Dirk felt dizzy. The room felt like it was spinning. Was he still on the chair?

His hands touched the cold wood floor.

No he was on the floor.

This wasn't possible. She was dead he saw her die.

He crawled away from her and hit his back against the wall shaking. He curled his knees to his stomach and screamed very loudly in a definatly non girly way.

He looked at his friends. They were talking but he couldn't hear them.

"Aile? Whats going on?"

Aileen apeared in front of him.

He screamed again but a hand covered his mouth.

"Shut up and stop freeking out. I'm running out of time to do this. Im going to move my hand. Will you stop screaming and do as I say?"

Dirk shakes his head up and down slowly.

"Hmm-hmum hmm-."

He muffled under her hand

"What?"

Aileen says as she moves her hand away.

"I... I said what do I do?

She smiles and holds out her hands.

"Take my hands, close your eyes and pull. Really, really hard."

She concentrates on making her whole body physical.

He takes her hands and a rainbow of lights fill the room.

Todd and Farah shield their eyes and is pushed back by an invisable force as the blinding light engulfs Dirk.

"Pull!"

Aileen screams as she feels herself sliping from his hands as the rainbow of lights gets brighter.

Dirk pulls with all of his might.

The lights soon fade and appears a women with long messy red hair sitting in Dirks lap hugging his neck.

Dirk looks at Aileen in shock.

Tears were in her eyes as she lets go of his neck.

"We... did.. it! Yaaaa..."

She says weakly.

Dirk is frozen still as he looks at her.

Before he can talk to her he watches as her eyes start to roll to the back of her head.

He starts to panic as he holds her face face.

"Aileen, Aileen wake up! Whats going on? Aileen!"

He lightly slaps her face but

She didn't wake up.

Todd and Farah stare at the scene before them in confussion.

Todd then says what everyone at that moment was thinking.

"What the f* k is going on?"

Dirk looks at Todd with tears in his eyes.

"My sister... this ... is my sister."

To be continued...

A/N

So i made this. Please tell me where I spell things wrong because no matter how many times I check this I know ill miss stuff. Let me know if I should continue... this story was in my mind for a while so I decided to spit out out here. I will most likely continue although it wil be slow updates..