Division VI: Future
By EclipseKlutz
WARNING: chapter's a little confusing in some parts, but hang in there- it gets better.
A/N: I'm sorry but why is it that several people were telling me to get rid of Kit, and others are finally speaking up telling me they liked her? Gees people, make up your minds!
{The lights flickered above him as he walked down one of the eerie, barren hallways of the mental hospital trying to avoid looking into the rooms. He closed his eyes and wished, as he had many times before, that he would wake up and this would all be just a bad dream.
"It's not," he told himself under his breath. "This time it's for real."
The sound of malicious laughter ahead of him told him he was finally approaching his destination, the high security wards. He handed the guard the slip of paper the secretary had given him and used all his mental power and self-control not to turn and run.
The Guard sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, "She's no better, lad, unless your definition of 'better' is worse."
He nodded, "That's… that's why I'm here, there's gotta be something I can do to help.
"Maybe tell her the end of the world isn't coming anytime soon," The Guard told him. "It might make her angrier, but it might also get her out of this state."
He nodded again, thanked the guard and walked off, not telling him that the apocalypse was just around the corner.}
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"Well, the memory loss is only temporary, as is the personality change- just give her two doses of these every day and she'll be back to normal in about a month," the nurse instructed Hunter, handing him a bottle of pills and signifying that Tori was released from the hospital.
Hunter nodded gratefully, and gently pushed Tori outside.
"Looked better through the window," Tori commented as she stared at the scenery around her.
Smiling slightly, Hunter pointed her in the direction of his car and informed her, "We have a little farther to go- mostly towards the Canadian border."
She shrugged and climbed in the front passenger seat beside him, and stared at the silent radio as he turned on the car.
"Have you heard of music?" she asked dryly.
He nodded and turned on the radio, classical music poured from the speakers.
Tori cast a sideways glance at him, "I mean real music."
She grabbed the radio knob and turned it until she was satisfied with a rock station. Hunter looked at her in surprise, yet didn't say anything.
"Bring me to life!" the radio screamed, "Wake me up inside, wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run, before I come undone. Save me from this nothing I've become."
"I don't get it," Tori commented. "She's alive, isn't she, I mean, how else could she sing this? Unless she's dead…"
Hunter sighed and wondered if the hospital had common sense tablets for her too.
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"Dustin?" the word fell from Shane's mouth before he could stop it.
"That's not me, dude," Dustin responded. "I'm right here."
The ninja shoved Cam away, "Actually, I am you- just from the future. And call me Dust."
"Oh great, I turn into a friend-murdering psycho-path who named himself after brown stuff on the floor. I'm thrilled," Dustin muttered sarcastically. "No, really, who are you?"
"He's you," Cam confirmed, holding a device out that he seemed to have pulled from thin air. "Same DNA, just seven months older… not a clone, either."
"So, why are you here? Did you and Kit get in a fight or something and you came back to get revenge?" Shane inquired, still trying to absorb the fact that he was talking to his best friend's future image.
"Even I'm not that stupid- am I?" Dustin responded, referring (once again) to killing someone.
The future Dustin, or Dust, rolled his eyes, "No, you're not. That spell she was chanting when I got there, that was the scroll to bring out the apocalypse. Her mind's slightly twisted around this time, and it just gets worse in the future. She's always been bent on destroying the world…"
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{His footsteps echoed as he walked through the halls towards the last door on the right side, the guard walked behind him. Pulling out a copper key and inserting it in the door the guard told him, "You have five minutes."
He nodded and walked in, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the all-white room. Leaning against the back wall in a straight jacket that looked as though she'd broken out of it a good share of times and her knees pulled to her chest sat Kit.
"Dustin?" she asked in a choked voice.
"Yes," he responded, kneeling down in front of her, she looked over at him and he was shocked at her appearance.
Her eyes were beat red as though she had been crying, and the tearstains on her cheeks confirmed that. Her long hair was matted and tangled, and scrapes seemed to cover a good amount of her skin.
Probably from the escape attempts, he tried to convince himself… though something about this didn't seem right.
"I don't like it here," she told him as she saw him eye the dried blood lining the hairline along her left temple. "And I can't get out. I wanna see the end…"
"The end isn't a good thing," he told her, noting how her eyes dimmed as he said that. "It'll kill us all, and you too."
"That's the thing, Dustin. I want to see the world suffer… Pay for what they've done to me," she struggled against the sleeves of her straight jacket. "Instead they lock me up here to talk to the Powers That Be and watch the faeries fly around. But I don't want you to suffer. You were the nice one, the one I could trust…"
Dustin nodded, "I'm sorry Kit, about what they did, but the apocalypse won't to any good- a wrong can't make a right."
"Oh, so now your preaching like Cam- sometimes I wish I hadn't killed him," her mouth formed in a twisted version of a frown and a smile as the memories came back. She had told Dustin the entire gruesome story after they had first locked her up. Suddenly her eyes widened and she scooted away from him, "I TRUSTED YOU!"
"What? What is it?" he asked, reaching out to put a hand on her shoulder, even after everything she had done to them over the past seven months he still forgave her and felt it was is duty to help her. Either way, she recoiled from his hand, still looking terrified.
"I trusted you… the faeries tell me everything you think…" Kit muttered, leaning against one of the cushioned walls. A silent message passed between them.
Dustin sighed, "Why wouldn't I after…"
"Please don't tell them," Kit begged. "Don't tell them what I did! Not to Cam, but what I did to… Oh, Dustin, please… I trust you… I don't want you to go…"
Dustin stood and turned to leave, "I'm sorry Kit, but time's up."
"Just do me a favor and make it gory so I don't get kicked out of this damn world without some explanation!" Kit shouted after him.
He shut the door and sighed, "I won't make it that gory Kit, and you can hardly believe I'll do this."}
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"Stop here, please," Tori begged pointing at the gas station.
Hunter obliged when he noticed that his car was almost out of fuel anyway. He pulled up to one of the stations, and Tori climbed out before running to the ladies room.
A few minutes later found her at one of the porcelain sinks, washing her hands under the ice-cold water. A snigger behind her made her look up, and catch the reflection of some strange girl in the mirror behind her.
Tori spun as the girl approached, menace dripping from her expression. The girl had tannish skin, spiked short hair dyed blue, and surprisingly bright green eyes, she was clad in all black and had plenty of clanging silver and gold chains dangling from her wrists, neck, and ears.
"Oh, look, some strange new traveler," the girl hissed. "Hand over your money."
"Uh," Tori hesitated, searching for the right words to state the truth, "I don't have any."
"Your not from this area. So how did you get there?" the girl had pulled out a fairly sharp knife and Tori backed away slightly.
"I'm traveling with a friend," she responded, though the battle going on in her mind was more saying things along the lines of: 'Why didn't he give me back that morpher?' and 'Oh, god. How do I get out of this one?'
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"I don't get it," Dustin said after a long and awkward silence. "Why would she want to end the world?"
Dust bit his lip yet didn't say anything, not wanting to betray any of her secrets. "I'm not here to be interrogated, I'm here to stop what would've happened. Now, Cam, mind explaining why I'm still here?"
Cam shrugged, "Not until you spill everything you're not telling us."
"I don't know the rest," Dust lied, keeping a straight face as he did so though. "Which is why I can't help you. I just want to get home so I can see what happened."
"Nothing."
The word echoed around the room, formed by a harsh whisper. Just like the rest of the message: "Silence. Dark. It's over."
"That's a little unnerving," Shane commented as he whipped around staring at the walls, and scanning the room looking for the source of the sound. "Who are you?"
"Eternity. Bloodshed. Pain. Hatred. Everything."
Dust leaned against the wall casually as the present-day Wind Rangers and Cam looked around in vain. "This was bound to happen… You're not going to find anything, now are they, Kit?"
A malicious giggle echoed in the room before the response, "Smart. But the faeries see. Frightened little puppy. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. Now that they all died."
"Why'd you call it Kit? And what the heck is she-it, rambling about?" Dustin demanded, wide eyed.
"The future," Dust responded nonchalantly, as though that explained everything. Though there was a flicker of something unreadable on his expression.
"Ah, you suffered. Because of me. I was sad. I told you to come back. Little glints of silver flying through the air… you forgave me. Shane didn't. All that was left, one by one knocked away from their lives… all was gone."
"All right, she's seriously scaring me now. What does she mean 'all is left' and I didn't forgive her?" Shane demanded.
"The sky was painted with blue blood… and a green soul that day. You wouldn't take it. Chased me. Sent me there. I'M NOT INSANE!"
"Kit, you always said denial came before anger," Dust told her in a tone that suggested he spoke to angry ghosts every day, "Do they come at the same time for you?"
"Think you're being smart, do you?" The air around the rippled and cracked with electricity. "You think it's funny. Did you enjoy it? Spilling my blood? Do you wish it had been over the graves of the ones you lost? WAS THAT YOUR VENGANCE?!"
In the place where the air had shimmered appeared the slightly transparent form of a ticked off Kit, "It was, you know. I can see it. They can smell it. No more lies. No more secrets… this is where it ends."
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A/N: Yeah, start killing me for some of the things I did here. Told you it might be confusing.
All right, who wants Kit to hang around as a poltergeist for a while longer and scare the others to death, and who wants her to rest in peace?
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