Ensnared in my Reverie
***There's a new mutant in town, and she has the intention of riding the world with mutants. She can be deadly and you won't even know it until you're already dead***
Summary: Mutants have been dying and Adam is worried this might be some kind of epidemic. But he soon finds out how wrong he is, because all these appeared to have good health when they died. Adam is confused how this new mutant kills, and when he finds out exactly how, there is a price to pay. He must find a cure or he will loose two members.
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***NOTE*** Sorry, guys/readers/girls. Hehe. This just might be a tad too dramatic for you [or maybe I underestimate your expectations, then again, maybe not]. Ne? Can't help it, as you'll get the lowdown on Sheila's past.at least, a glimpse of how she was before she became all high and mighty. And, by the way, Sheila's only seventeen or eighteen [I wanted some sort of teen crisis/identity crisis.ne?] oh well, here goes.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 5 - The Incarceration of the Dream Girl
Sheila flipped from channel to channel, clearly annoyed.
"Damn it, where the hell are those bodies?" she exclaimed, throwing the remote halfway across the room. Her recent victims still haven't made front page and she was getting impatient. A week had already passed since the last news reported a mysterious ailment occurring all over town.
Sheila scoffed, as she pushed herself off the couch and turned off the TV. "Mysterious ailment, my ass," she muttered, walking towards her small kitchen. She had nothing inside her fridge, and she wrinkled her nose. "I need to shop," she stated, and at the same time reaching for her purse. She had no money, except maybe a few coins.
She shrugged. It won't make any difference, she thought, as she pocketed the key to her apartment, and headed out the door. She walked in the nearest convenience center, a bell tinkling above her as she stepped in.
"Did someone die?" Sheila heard someone say. She turned around and saw a redhead, frowning at her. Two brunettes flanked the redhead, and they were looking at her in disdain. Sheila was strongly reminded of Brittney Spears in her video, with the short skirt uniform and knee-high socks.
"Can you say loser?" one of the brunettes muttered, and they all giggled.
Sheila rolled her eyes, and got a basket. She knew who these girls were, and she was wondering what they were doing in a convenience store and not parading around some mall.
"Neon pink hair and black clothes? What is wrong with her? Hel-lo, there's such thing as style today. And what's with the grunge look?" another voice piped in, and the three girls giggled again.
"Who are you laughing at?" a guy's voice interrupted.
Sheila turned around, and saw a gorgeous guy, staring at her. But of course, she couldn't like him because he was blond and she was betting her life that the swanky black BMW outside was his. And that the name Cooper Reeves, jock and popular guy extraordinaire, was his too.
"That girl with the worst taste of clothes, ever," the redhead explained, linking her arm through his, as if to make a point that he was taken.
Not that Sheila cared. Cooper was completely wrong for her. The last blond preppy guy she had gone out with, ended up dead three days later. And she had to commend herself an Oscar worthy performance, because she had cried her eyes out, mumbling in between sobs, 'how much she had loved him and would do nothing to hurt her boyfriend.' The police believed her, of course, and so did his parents.
Stupid idiots, she thought.
"Leave her alone," he muttered heatedly and walked out the store.
"Oh geez, Fran," one of the brunettes muttered. "Your boyfriend is PMS-ing again!"
The three girls left the store and Sheila was given her peace to get her shopping done. There was a woman behind the counter, her face buried in a book. Sheila snickered when she saw it was one of the romance novels with the cover of half-naked he-man and a woman clinging to him.
Walking past the aisle full of canned food, she pushed everything off the shelf. The woman looked up, annoyed. She and Sheila looked at each other, Sheila looking innocent. Finally, the woman stood up from her place, dropping the book down. She walked towards the back of the store, fixing all the cans.
Sheila seized the opportunity and hit the woman with a can of corned beef on the back of her head. The woman slumped forward and Sheila a made her graceful exit.
"Nice trick."
Sheila nearly dropped the basket in surprise. The blonde guy from inside was leaning against his car, his arms crossed in a relaxed stance. Sheila ignored him, and crossed the street. She kept walking, thinking he wouldn't follow her, and was already climbing the stairs to her apartment, when she heard him again.
"Nice ass, too."
"What?!" Sheila exclaimed, scandalized as she turned around facing him. "What the hell are you doing, following me? Did your redhead girl dump you already?"
"Nice temper," he replied grinning.
Sheila whirled around, and fished the keys out her pocket, and inserted the key in the lock. She was closing the door behind her when he stopped it with his hand. "Can I at least have your name?" he asked lightly, teasingly. He already knew her name.
"Why? Don't you like yours?" Sheila asked in return, smiling serenely up at him. But then, she furrowed her brow and pushed the door to close. He wouldn't budge. She sighed exasperatedly. "You know, I don't understand what your problem is, Reeves-"
"You know why I've been doing this," he spoke softly, his eyes searching her.
Sheila looked away, because she did know. Cooper Reeves belonged to a past she was trying so hard to forget. She let out a deep breath and said calmly, "I don't know anything, Cooper."
"The hell you don't!" he exclaimed angrily. "Billy was alive and healthy before he died, and I know that you had something do it with it. That's why you ran away from home, and started living in this dump. Your mother wants to see you again, Sheila," he added in a softer tone.
"Well, it's their fault I ran away!" Sheila yelled back, dropping her things to the floor. "They blamed me for Billy's death, damn it! I was thirteen, I didn't know what I was doing!"
Cooper stared at her. "You admit to killing him then?"
"I did not kill him," Sheila said through gritted teeth. "You get away if you don't want the same thing to happen to you," she yelled at him before she pushed the door with all her might, and Cooper was left standing outside.
Then, Sheila collapsed, leaning against the door, her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook and she wept softly. She remembered everything now - how she saw him, with his eyes open, lying on the bed; how he had been screaming before that; how the paramedics finally said he was dead.
"It's not my fault," she whispered to herself, shaking her head.
"Sheila," Cooper's muffled voice came. "Let me in."
Sheila sprang away from the door in panic, afraid that he heard her crying. Obviously, it was the wrong thing to do because she had left the door unblocked. Cooper was able to walk in, and when he saw her tear-strained face, his face softened. "Sheila, I'm sorry," he began.
"I didn't kill him!" Sheila cried defensively. "It was an accident!"
"I know," Cooper soothed gathering her in his arms and carrying her to the couch. "It's okay. I know."
Sheila shook her head. "How would you?" And then, just as she asked the question, she knew the answer. Cooper was a psyonic. She looked up at him, questioningly. "I never knew."
"I didn't either, until recently," Cooper replied. "I thought before it was all coincidence, how I knew what other's were thinking, but now, I know."
"How?"
Cooper looked at her. "His name is Adam, and he runs this sort-of underground thing. He knows a whole lot about mutants, and he has this group called Mutant X, and they run around and save the world. That's the short version of it."
"Can he help me?" Sheila asked woefully. "I'm so tired with all this, with my being a freak-"
"You're not a freak," Cooper reprimanded shaking his head at her. "You have a gift-"
"A gift that kills people! That's hardly a gift, Cooper. I've killed Billy and my dad, both my real father and my foster father, and I've killed my real mom too. Is that a gift?" Sheila ranted, shaking her head. "It's a curse!"
Cooper frowned. "It is with how you're using it."
Sheila looked up at him, and she saw he was looking at the newspaper clippings she had posted behind the door. Clippings of all her victims. "Cooper, I-"
"You were behind it all?" Cooper interrupted, incredulous. "Sheila!"
"I wasn't.I didn't, I only wanted," she stammered, covering her face with her hands, as she tried to control the tears threatening to overflow.
"Sheila, you shouldn't have done this," Cooper exclaimed, standing up from the couch, as if to stay away from her. "How could you?" he asked hoarsely.
Sheila looked up at him. "I never meant for it to go this far," she mumbled.
"The hell you didn't!" Cooper exploded. "I know you, Sheila, just like I knew Billy. I know what happened was an accident but after what your parents did, you blamed them, and you blamed the whole world. That's the reason behind this all, isn't it?"
Sheila didn't say anything. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
Cooper looked down at her. "You hate the world, Sheila, but you really shouldn't have done this-"
Sheila stood up, staring at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Why shouldn't I? God, the way my parents looked at me after? I knew they hated me," she paused shaking her head. "Hate isn't the word for it. Cooper, they loathed me. And I knew that they never truly loved me, they loved Billy more-"
"No," Cooper interrupted, reaching out and grabbing her by her shoulders. "Sheila, your parents loved you as much as they loved Billy. There were only affected by Billy's death because he was their only son. You can't imagine what it's like to loose your only child."
Sheila glared at him. "What is this? You also lost your only son?"
Cooper frowned at her. "No, but I know how they felt. I could read their thoughts, remember? And your mom, she was in more pain when your dad died."
"Well, it served him right!" Sheila retorted, moving out of his grasp. "He called me a freak, and he would've killed me too if it hadn't been for my mom coming home. Oh no, he hated me a lot, and that's why I did what I did. I hated to rid the world of his filth."
"You do not have the right to play God, Sheila," Cooper yelled.
"Oh yes I have, Cooper, and I have done it," Sheila snapped gathering her coat.
Cooper grabbed her by the arm. "Where the hell are you going?"
Sheila glared at him, and said in a venomous voice, "To play God, Cooper, and by God, Cooper, you are not going to stop me." She wrenched her arm away.
"I am not going to let you kill more people, Sheila," Cooper roared.
Sheila lost her control and without hesitating, touched Cooper, inflicting it upon him.
Cooper staggered back, feeling the burn. "Shit. What have you done to me?"
Sheila threw open the door, and ran. She distantly heard Cooper yelling, screaming, at her to stop what she was going to do, to help him. But how she was going to help him? Once the curse was there, there was no way out of it. She rushed out the building, through the alleyway behind it, the metal doors shutting behind her.
What had she done?
Cooper was the only left who wanted to help her. Or maybe her mother, but she had no idea where her mother was. She was alone now. She had nowhere to go.
Her cry of fury pierced the air.
"Miss Compton, we'd like to have a chat."
Sheila whirled around and saw GSA agents. She backtracked against the alley, and started to run. She kept running, and running for her life. Her parents had protected her from these people. They were evil, according to them. She kept running, panting for breath.
Sheila looked behind her and saw no one. She cursed under her breath, berating herself for taking a step to far. Now the GSA was definitely after her. She rushed behind a pile of crate boxes, catching her breath. She shouldn't have done it to one of them. How was she going to escape this?
Peering around the edge of one of the boxes, she sighed in relief when she saw the alley was empty. But then, she felt something hard against her back, and she stiffened.
"Game's over, Miss Compton," a harsh voice said.
"You're going to be dreaming about this," another voice added.
But Sheila grabbed at whoever it was behind her, making sure she had transferred her energy onto him, before she passed out.
***There's a new mutant in town, and she has the intention of riding the world with mutants. She can be deadly and you won't even know it until you're already dead***
Summary: Mutants have been dying and Adam is worried this might be some kind of epidemic. But he soon finds out how wrong he is, because all these appeared to have good health when they died. Adam is confused how this new mutant kills, and when he finds out exactly how, there is a price to pay. He must find a cure or he will loose two members.
Read and review!!!
***NOTE*** Sorry, guys/readers/girls. Hehe. This just might be a tad too dramatic for you [or maybe I underestimate your expectations, then again, maybe not]. Ne? Can't help it, as you'll get the lowdown on Sheila's past.at least, a glimpse of how she was before she became all high and mighty. And, by the way, Sheila's only seventeen or eighteen [I wanted some sort of teen crisis/identity crisis.ne?] oh well, here goes.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 5 - The Incarceration of the Dream Girl
Sheila flipped from channel to channel, clearly annoyed.
"Damn it, where the hell are those bodies?" she exclaimed, throwing the remote halfway across the room. Her recent victims still haven't made front page and she was getting impatient. A week had already passed since the last news reported a mysterious ailment occurring all over town.
Sheila scoffed, as she pushed herself off the couch and turned off the TV. "Mysterious ailment, my ass," she muttered, walking towards her small kitchen. She had nothing inside her fridge, and she wrinkled her nose. "I need to shop," she stated, and at the same time reaching for her purse. She had no money, except maybe a few coins.
She shrugged. It won't make any difference, she thought, as she pocketed the key to her apartment, and headed out the door. She walked in the nearest convenience center, a bell tinkling above her as she stepped in.
"Did someone die?" Sheila heard someone say. She turned around and saw a redhead, frowning at her. Two brunettes flanked the redhead, and they were looking at her in disdain. Sheila was strongly reminded of Brittney Spears in her video, with the short skirt uniform and knee-high socks.
"Can you say loser?" one of the brunettes muttered, and they all giggled.
Sheila rolled her eyes, and got a basket. She knew who these girls were, and she was wondering what they were doing in a convenience store and not parading around some mall.
"Neon pink hair and black clothes? What is wrong with her? Hel-lo, there's such thing as style today. And what's with the grunge look?" another voice piped in, and the three girls giggled again.
"Who are you laughing at?" a guy's voice interrupted.
Sheila turned around, and saw a gorgeous guy, staring at her. But of course, she couldn't like him because he was blond and she was betting her life that the swanky black BMW outside was his. And that the name Cooper Reeves, jock and popular guy extraordinaire, was his too.
"That girl with the worst taste of clothes, ever," the redhead explained, linking her arm through his, as if to make a point that he was taken.
Not that Sheila cared. Cooper was completely wrong for her. The last blond preppy guy she had gone out with, ended up dead three days later. And she had to commend herself an Oscar worthy performance, because she had cried her eyes out, mumbling in between sobs, 'how much she had loved him and would do nothing to hurt her boyfriend.' The police believed her, of course, and so did his parents.
Stupid idiots, she thought.
"Leave her alone," he muttered heatedly and walked out the store.
"Oh geez, Fran," one of the brunettes muttered. "Your boyfriend is PMS-ing again!"
The three girls left the store and Sheila was given her peace to get her shopping done. There was a woman behind the counter, her face buried in a book. Sheila snickered when she saw it was one of the romance novels with the cover of half-naked he-man and a woman clinging to him.
Walking past the aisle full of canned food, she pushed everything off the shelf. The woman looked up, annoyed. She and Sheila looked at each other, Sheila looking innocent. Finally, the woman stood up from her place, dropping the book down. She walked towards the back of the store, fixing all the cans.
Sheila seized the opportunity and hit the woman with a can of corned beef on the back of her head. The woman slumped forward and Sheila a made her graceful exit.
"Nice trick."
Sheila nearly dropped the basket in surprise. The blonde guy from inside was leaning against his car, his arms crossed in a relaxed stance. Sheila ignored him, and crossed the street. She kept walking, thinking he wouldn't follow her, and was already climbing the stairs to her apartment, when she heard him again.
"Nice ass, too."
"What?!" Sheila exclaimed, scandalized as she turned around facing him. "What the hell are you doing, following me? Did your redhead girl dump you already?"
"Nice temper," he replied grinning.
Sheila whirled around, and fished the keys out her pocket, and inserted the key in the lock. She was closing the door behind her when he stopped it with his hand. "Can I at least have your name?" he asked lightly, teasingly. He already knew her name.
"Why? Don't you like yours?" Sheila asked in return, smiling serenely up at him. But then, she furrowed her brow and pushed the door to close. He wouldn't budge. She sighed exasperatedly. "You know, I don't understand what your problem is, Reeves-"
"You know why I've been doing this," he spoke softly, his eyes searching her.
Sheila looked away, because she did know. Cooper Reeves belonged to a past she was trying so hard to forget. She let out a deep breath and said calmly, "I don't know anything, Cooper."
"The hell you don't!" he exclaimed angrily. "Billy was alive and healthy before he died, and I know that you had something do it with it. That's why you ran away from home, and started living in this dump. Your mother wants to see you again, Sheila," he added in a softer tone.
"Well, it's their fault I ran away!" Sheila yelled back, dropping her things to the floor. "They blamed me for Billy's death, damn it! I was thirteen, I didn't know what I was doing!"
Cooper stared at her. "You admit to killing him then?"
"I did not kill him," Sheila said through gritted teeth. "You get away if you don't want the same thing to happen to you," she yelled at him before she pushed the door with all her might, and Cooper was left standing outside.
Then, Sheila collapsed, leaning against the door, her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook and she wept softly. She remembered everything now - how she saw him, with his eyes open, lying on the bed; how he had been screaming before that; how the paramedics finally said he was dead.
"It's not my fault," she whispered to herself, shaking her head.
"Sheila," Cooper's muffled voice came. "Let me in."
Sheila sprang away from the door in panic, afraid that he heard her crying. Obviously, it was the wrong thing to do because she had left the door unblocked. Cooper was able to walk in, and when he saw her tear-strained face, his face softened. "Sheila, I'm sorry," he began.
"I didn't kill him!" Sheila cried defensively. "It was an accident!"
"I know," Cooper soothed gathering her in his arms and carrying her to the couch. "It's okay. I know."
Sheila shook her head. "How would you?" And then, just as she asked the question, she knew the answer. Cooper was a psyonic. She looked up at him, questioningly. "I never knew."
"I didn't either, until recently," Cooper replied. "I thought before it was all coincidence, how I knew what other's were thinking, but now, I know."
"How?"
Cooper looked at her. "His name is Adam, and he runs this sort-of underground thing. He knows a whole lot about mutants, and he has this group called Mutant X, and they run around and save the world. That's the short version of it."
"Can he help me?" Sheila asked woefully. "I'm so tired with all this, with my being a freak-"
"You're not a freak," Cooper reprimanded shaking his head at her. "You have a gift-"
"A gift that kills people! That's hardly a gift, Cooper. I've killed Billy and my dad, both my real father and my foster father, and I've killed my real mom too. Is that a gift?" Sheila ranted, shaking her head. "It's a curse!"
Cooper frowned. "It is with how you're using it."
Sheila looked up at him, and she saw he was looking at the newspaper clippings she had posted behind the door. Clippings of all her victims. "Cooper, I-"
"You were behind it all?" Cooper interrupted, incredulous. "Sheila!"
"I wasn't.I didn't, I only wanted," she stammered, covering her face with her hands, as she tried to control the tears threatening to overflow.
"Sheila, you shouldn't have done this," Cooper exclaimed, standing up from the couch, as if to stay away from her. "How could you?" he asked hoarsely.
Sheila looked up at him. "I never meant for it to go this far," she mumbled.
"The hell you didn't!" Cooper exploded. "I know you, Sheila, just like I knew Billy. I know what happened was an accident but after what your parents did, you blamed them, and you blamed the whole world. That's the reason behind this all, isn't it?"
Sheila didn't say anything. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
Cooper looked down at her. "You hate the world, Sheila, but you really shouldn't have done this-"
Sheila stood up, staring at him, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Why shouldn't I? God, the way my parents looked at me after? I knew they hated me," she paused shaking her head. "Hate isn't the word for it. Cooper, they loathed me. And I knew that they never truly loved me, they loved Billy more-"
"No," Cooper interrupted, reaching out and grabbing her by her shoulders. "Sheila, your parents loved you as much as they loved Billy. There were only affected by Billy's death because he was their only son. You can't imagine what it's like to loose your only child."
Sheila glared at him. "What is this? You also lost your only son?"
Cooper frowned at her. "No, but I know how they felt. I could read their thoughts, remember? And your mom, she was in more pain when your dad died."
"Well, it served him right!" Sheila retorted, moving out of his grasp. "He called me a freak, and he would've killed me too if it hadn't been for my mom coming home. Oh no, he hated me a lot, and that's why I did what I did. I hated to rid the world of his filth."
"You do not have the right to play God, Sheila," Cooper yelled.
"Oh yes I have, Cooper, and I have done it," Sheila snapped gathering her coat.
Cooper grabbed her by the arm. "Where the hell are you going?"
Sheila glared at him, and said in a venomous voice, "To play God, Cooper, and by God, Cooper, you are not going to stop me." She wrenched her arm away.
"I am not going to let you kill more people, Sheila," Cooper roared.
Sheila lost her control and without hesitating, touched Cooper, inflicting it upon him.
Cooper staggered back, feeling the burn. "Shit. What have you done to me?"
Sheila threw open the door, and ran. She distantly heard Cooper yelling, screaming, at her to stop what she was going to do, to help him. But how she was going to help him? Once the curse was there, there was no way out of it. She rushed out the building, through the alleyway behind it, the metal doors shutting behind her.
What had she done?
Cooper was the only left who wanted to help her. Or maybe her mother, but she had no idea where her mother was. She was alone now. She had nowhere to go.
Her cry of fury pierced the air.
"Miss Compton, we'd like to have a chat."
Sheila whirled around and saw GSA agents. She backtracked against the alley, and started to run. She kept running, and running for her life. Her parents had protected her from these people. They were evil, according to them. She kept running, panting for breath.
Sheila looked behind her and saw no one. She cursed under her breath, berating herself for taking a step to far. Now the GSA was definitely after her. She rushed behind a pile of crate boxes, catching her breath. She shouldn't have done it to one of them. How was she going to escape this?
Peering around the edge of one of the boxes, she sighed in relief when she saw the alley was empty. But then, she felt something hard against her back, and she stiffened.
"Game's over, Miss Compton," a harsh voice said.
"You're going to be dreaming about this," another voice added.
But Sheila grabbed at whoever it was behind her, making sure she had transferred her energy onto him, before she passed out.
