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 [again]*** this might get boring. As it's about Sheila's past, and this chapter is long, very loooooOoong. Or maybe, not so long. This is not exactly my best, but I still hope it's okay. Anyway, just a few more chapters. Two more I think. So, this story will be a total of ten chapters, but I'm going to make a sequel. Jesse and Emma's romance, where they turn to each other to get over the nightmares of what they went through. =) Heheh.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 8 - The Dream Speaks
When Sheila opened her eyes, she nearly screamed as three pairs of eyes looked down at her. They all straightened up, moving a little further away. She looked at each of them. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Adam," the oldest of the group began. He gestured at a blond woman, "this is Shalimar and he's Brennan," he gestured to the brunette guy.
"A feral and a elemental," Sheila stated, pushing herself to a sitting position. She looked at them. "You must be the Mutant X Cooper mentioned," she frowned slightly. "Only two members? What kind of a team would that be? You'd be easily outnumbered."
"Actually, there's four of us," Shalimar spoke up, her cat eyes flashing.
Brennan grabbed her arm. "But you did something to two of our friends."
Sheila raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms. "I didn't anything to anybody else. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Try turning around," Adam said, his voice quiet but his tone commanding.
Sheila turned around and she gasped. She recognized them immediately, and remembered the night at the bar. She thought she'd never see them again, but apparently, she had messed with the wrong bunch of mutants. She faced Adam again and said, "Look, I'm sorry but I don't know how I can help them."
"You're going to bring them out of this," Shalimar snarled.
Sheila looked at their limp bodies, her eyebrows furrowed. They were having their dreams now, or their nightmares. She didn't how she was going to bring them out of it. She never tried and she never did so before. How was she going to do it now?
"How did you know I was an elemental? And that Shalimar was a feral?" That was Brennan asking, as he looked curiously at Sheila.
"I guess it's an added ability or something. I can usually sense a mutant from the non-mutants, and then I can sense which of the basic four of mutants you are," Sheila explained shrugging. "I'm not good with sensing a psyonic, though. There's something that blocks them out from my radar."
There was silence in the room. And then.
"Sheila, I need to you to tell me," Adam said. "About your past."
Sheila looked up at him, and looked down at the floor. She shook her head, and said woefully, "I don't know where to begin." Images of her home, of her parents, of Billy, came flooding to her.
"Begin from the first memory you can remember, Sheila," Adam said soothingly.
Sheila nodded and she told her story.
"The farthest back I can remember was when I was six. Its just fragments but I remember my parents fighting about something. They kept saying my name, and my dad said it was for my good, and my mom said that they were bad people. I didn't know who exactly they were, but as I grew up, I realized it was the GSA," she exhaled slowly and continued.
"One day, my dad picked me up from school. He told me he was going to bring me someplace safe, someplace that could help me. I didn't understand what was wrong with me back then. But I went with him. He brought me there, to Genomex. Dad brought me to this man, I know now that his name is Eckhart. They were talking, but I wasn't listening. I was looking around at the people in the boxes, and then my mom walked in," Sheila paused as though reliving everything was hurting her.
"My mom and my dad started fighting again. I listened this time, and I found out that what my dad was doing was bad. At least, I figured it was bad, and my mom was mad at him, and she did something to my dad, and he began to panic. He started screaming, as if he really afraid of something. And then, he stopped. He got angry with my mom for something, and they started arguing again. Until he slapped her."
Sheila took a deep breath. "He never slapped her before, and when he did, I felt so angry. I loved my mom so much, and I loved my dad too, but he was acting different. It was like it wasn't even him. When he touched me, he suddenly recoiled as if he touched something hot. And I saw that his fingers were raw. I can't remember much after because everything was a blur. Everyone was yelling, and screaming."
"The next thing I can remember is seeing my dad, on a bed, screaming," Sheila murmured but the others heard her. She turned around, looking at Emma and Jesse who were quiet, as though sleeping. Sheila felt the tears in her eyes and blinked them away.
"He would scream now and then, and move, but I didn't understand what was wrong with him. I asked my mom, and she didn't say anything. She only looked at me, and then, the next thing I know, we were running. We fled away from that place, and that's when she brought me to the Benton's."
She faced them again, except she wasn't looking them in the eye.
"I didn't understand it at first, but then my mom told me that she had to leave me. I got angry and afraid, I asked why she was going to leave but she never answered me, why or what was going on. She only told me that I had to stay with the Benton's, with people I didn't even know. I didn't want her to go, but she did. She left me."
Sheila was quiet for a while. And then she continued.
"The Benton's were great. They welcomed me, and I learned later on that Helen Benton was my mom's best friend. They took me in, and their son, Billy, was even nice to me. They were great, and I learned to love them, to know them as my real family."
"What happened to your mom?" Shalimar asked quietly, speaking for the first time.
Sheila looked at her and shrugged. "She never came back. I didn't know where to look for her, and as I grew up, Helen explained to me that my mom did love me that she had to leave for a reason. They were great and though I didn't forget about my real parents, I came to treat Helen and Donald as my parents too. I knew that my real parents were never going to come back, so I sort of moved on."
"Everything began changing when I was thirteen. Something was different in me, but I didn't know what it was. Until, Helen told me about every thing. She told me that my parents were mutants and that I was too. What she couldn't explain was what kind of mutant ability I could do because she herself didn't know. I think even my real mom didn't understand what I could do, until I was too late."
Sheila wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. "Billy, my brother, found out. He started treating me differently. I didn't have extra heads or eyes at the back of my head, but I might as well have had one. The way Billy looked at me, I felt so isolated and so alone. Helen didn't know how I felt though she did try to help."
"One day, Billy and I were alone at the house. He started mentioning casually about my being a mutant, asking me what I could do. I told him I didn't know, but he didn't believe me. He said I was hiding it from them, and that I'd probably kill them when they least expected it. I told him I wouldn't do that, but he kept taunting me. It was like all those years, he never really did like me. He hated me for coming into his family."
Sheila gripped her hands tightly. "I was so mad at him, I pushed him. I didn't know what I had done then. And when Billy didn't wake up the next day, he was rushed to the hospital. My parents were worried. The doctor said he was fine, that he was merely unconscious. But three days later, he died."
"How he died was so unnatural that they knew it had something to do with me. My mom never mentioned anything. Helen didn't blame me, at least, not directly. But Donald, he hated me after Billy died. I could see it in his eyes, it was only Helen that held him back. I was fourteen then. We were alone at the house, and he called me a freak. He blamed me. And I knew he would've killed me if Helen hadn't come home."
Sheila hung her head. "I was ashamed of what I had done, so I ran away from home. And that's when all this began. I just hated everything. I hated being a mutant. I always hurt that people that I cared for. Just one touch. And I know now, how stupid I was to go on this major power trip. I shouldn't have done all of it, and," she took a deep breath and looked back at Emma and Jesse. "I want to help them."
Adam smiled slowly. "I'm glad, Sheila. But it might not be so easy. We have to find a way how you can help them," he explained. "Maybe along your mutant ability, there is a good side. It isn't just about locking someone inside their own state of unconscious."
Sheila nodded.
"Do you know where your parents are now?" Brennan asked.
Sheila answered, "My mom's dead, I know that. But my dad, Eckhart said he's in a mental institution."
"He's alive?" Shalimar asked. "All these years?"
Sheila nodded sadly. "I don't understand why I had a different effect on him." Then she stiffened, as though she suddenly realized something was wrong.
"What kind of mutants were your parents?" Adam asked, facing Sheila.
"My mom was an elemental, except she sort of was different. She would trap someone in this wall of water, and with her mind, she would send some sort of thing that the person feared most. Am I making sense?" Sheila asked hesitantly. "Except, that person who could see it. My mom's ability played with whatever a person could see. But my dad played with whatever the person thought."
Sheila gasped at what she had just said.
"Your dad's a psyonic?" Brennan asked. "And you touched him?"
"But, he's in a mental institution! Emma!" Shalimar exclaimed. "What about Emma!"
Just then, both Emma and Jesse began their ritual screaming. They were having another nightmare.
***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 [again]*** this might get boring. As it's about Sheila's past, and this chapter is long, very loooooOoong. Or maybe, not so long. This is not exactly my best, but I still hope it's okay. Anyway, just a few more chapters. Two more I think. So, this story will be a total of ten chapters, but I'm going to make a sequel. Jesse and Emma's romance, where they turn to each other to get over the nightmares of what they went through. =) Heheh.
+read, enjoy, review+
Chapter 8 - The Dream Speaks
When Sheila opened her eyes, she nearly screamed as three pairs of eyes looked down at her. They all straightened up, moving a little further away. She looked at each of them. "Who are you?" she asked.
"I'm Adam," the oldest of the group began. He gestured at a blond woman, "this is Shalimar and he's Brennan," he gestured to the brunette guy.
"A feral and a elemental," Sheila stated, pushing herself to a sitting position. She looked at them. "You must be the Mutant X Cooper mentioned," she frowned slightly. "Only two members? What kind of a team would that be? You'd be easily outnumbered."
"Actually, there's four of us," Shalimar spoke up, her cat eyes flashing.
Brennan grabbed her arm. "But you did something to two of our friends."
Sheila raised her eyebrows, crossing her arms. "I didn't anything to anybody else. I don't know what you're talking about."
"Try turning around," Adam said, his voice quiet but his tone commanding.
Sheila turned around and she gasped. She recognized them immediately, and remembered the night at the bar. She thought she'd never see them again, but apparently, she had messed with the wrong bunch of mutants. She faced Adam again and said, "Look, I'm sorry but I don't know how I can help them."
"You're going to bring them out of this," Shalimar snarled.
Sheila looked at their limp bodies, her eyebrows furrowed. They were having their dreams now, or their nightmares. She didn't how she was going to bring them out of it. She never tried and she never did so before. How was she going to do it now?
"How did you know I was an elemental? And that Shalimar was a feral?" That was Brennan asking, as he looked curiously at Sheila.
"I guess it's an added ability or something. I can usually sense a mutant from the non-mutants, and then I can sense which of the basic four of mutants you are," Sheila explained shrugging. "I'm not good with sensing a psyonic, though. There's something that blocks them out from my radar."
There was silence in the room. And then.
"Sheila, I need to you to tell me," Adam said. "About your past."
Sheila looked up at him, and looked down at the floor. She shook her head, and said woefully, "I don't know where to begin." Images of her home, of her parents, of Billy, came flooding to her.
"Begin from the first memory you can remember, Sheila," Adam said soothingly.
Sheila nodded and she told her story.
"The farthest back I can remember was when I was six. Its just fragments but I remember my parents fighting about something. They kept saying my name, and my dad said it was for my good, and my mom said that they were bad people. I didn't know who exactly they were, but as I grew up, I realized it was the GSA," she exhaled slowly and continued.
"One day, my dad picked me up from school. He told me he was going to bring me someplace safe, someplace that could help me. I didn't understand what was wrong with me back then. But I went with him. He brought me there, to Genomex. Dad brought me to this man, I know now that his name is Eckhart. They were talking, but I wasn't listening. I was looking around at the people in the boxes, and then my mom walked in," Sheila paused as though reliving everything was hurting her.
"My mom and my dad started fighting again. I listened this time, and I found out that what my dad was doing was bad. At least, I figured it was bad, and my mom was mad at him, and she did something to my dad, and he began to panic. He started screaming, as if he really afraid of something. And then, he stopped. He got angry with my mom for something, and they started arguing again. Until he slapped her."
Sheila took a deep breath. "He never slapped her before, and when he did, I felt so angry. I loved my mom so much, and I loved my dad too, but he was acting different. It was like it wasn't even him. When he touched me, he suddenly recoiled as if he touched something hot. And I saw that his fingers were raw. I can't remember much after because everything was a blur. Everyone was yelling, and screaming."
"The next thing I can remember is seeing my dad, on a bed, screaming," Sheila murmured but the others heard her. She turned around, looking at Emma and Jesse who were quiet, as though sleeping. Sheila felt the tears in her eyes and blinked them away.
"He would scream now and then, and move, but I didn't understand what was wrong with him. I asked my mom, and she didn't say anything. She only looked at me, and then, the next thing I know, we were running. We fled away from that place, and that's when she brought me to the Benton's."
She faced them again, except she wasn't looking them in the eye.
"I didn't understand it at first, but then my mom told me that she had to leave me. I got angry and afraid, I asked why she was going to leave but she never answered me, why or what was going on. She only told me that I had to stay with the Benton's, with people I didn't even know. I didn't want her to go, but she did. She left me."
Sheila was quiet for a while. And then she continued.
"The Benton's were great. They welcomed me, and I learned later on that Helen Benton was my mom's best friend. They took me in, and their son, Billy, was even nice to me. They were great, and I learned to love them, to know them as my real family."
"What happened to your mom?" Shalimar asked quietly, speaking for the first time.
Sheila looked at her and shrugged. "She never came back. I didn't know where to look for her, and as I grew up, Helen explained to me that my mom did love me that she had to leave for a reason. They were great and though I didn't forget about my real parents, I came to treat Helen and Donald as my parents too. I knew that my real parents were never going to come back, so I sort of moved on."
"Everything began changing when I was thirteen. Something was different in me, but I didn't know what it was. Until, Helen told me about every thing. She told me that my parents were mutants and that I was too. What she couldn't explain was what kind of mutant ability I could do because she herself didn't know. I think even my real mom didn't understand what I could do, until I was too late."
Sheila wrapped her arms around herself in a hug. "Billy, my brother, found out. He started treating me differently. I didn't have extra heads or eyes at the back of my head, but I might as well have had one. The way Billy looked at me, I felt so isolated and so alone. Helen didn't know how I felt though she did try to help."
"One day, Billy and I were alone at the house. He started mentioning casually about my being a mutant, asking me what I could do. I told him I didn't know, but he didn't believe me. He said I was hiding it from them, and that I'd probably kill them when they least expected it. I told him I wouldn't do that, but he kept taunting me. It was like all those years, he never really did like me. He hated me for coming into his family."
Sheila gripped her hands tightly. "I was so mad at him, I pushed him. I didn't know what I had done then. And when Billy didn't wake up the next day, he was rushed to the hospital. My parents were worried. The doctor said he was fine, that he was merely unconscious. But three days later, he died."
"How he died was so unnatural that they knew it had something to do with me. My mom never mentioned anything. Helen didn't blame me, at least, not directly. But Donald, he hated me after Billy died. I could see it in his eyes, it was only Helen that held him back. I was fourteen then. We were alone at the house, and he called me a freak. He blamed me. And I knew he would've killed me if Helen hadn't come home."
Sheila hung her head. "I was ashamed of what I had done, so I ran away from home. And that's when all this began. I just hated everything. I hated being a mutant. I always hurt that people that I cared for. Just one touch. And I know now, how stupid I was to go on this major power trip. I shouldn't have done all of it, and," she took a deep breath and looked back at Emma and Jesse. "I want to help them."
Adam smiled slowly. "I'm glad, Sheila. But it might not be so easy. We have to find a way how you can help them," he explained. "Maybe along your mutant ability, there is a good side. It isn't just about locking someone inside their own state of unconscious."
Sheila nodded.
"Do you know where your parents are now?" Brennan asked.
Sheila answered, "My mom's dead, I know that. But my dad, Eckhart said he's in a mental institution."
"He's alive?" Shalimar asked. "All these years?"
Sheila nodded sadly. "I don't understand why I had a different effect on him." Then she stiffened, as though she suddenly realized something was wrong.
"What kind of mutants were your parents?" Adam asked, facing Sheila.
"My mom was an elemental, except she sort of was different. She would trap someone in this wall of water, and with her mind, she would send some sort of thing that the person feared most. Am I making sense?" Sheila asked hesitantly. "Except, that person who could see it. My mom's ability played with whatever a person could see. But my dad played with whatever the person thought."
Sheila gasped at what she had just said.
"Your dad's a psyonic?" Brennan asked. "And you touched him?"
"But, he's in a mental institution! Emma!" Shalimar exclaimed. "What about Emma!"
Just then, both Emma and Jesse began their ritual screaming. They were having another nightmare.
