Lucky Me

Chapter 102


I didn't really know what happened or what went wrong.

Everything just seemed to happen at once. One moment the camping crew and Cossair's people (who showed up just randomly) were standing on his ship, using Shi'ar (sounded like a poodle or something) technology to try and get the skunk scent off of me. The next moment something was shaking the ship and alarms were ringing like a code blue in a hospital!

The ship seemed to rumble like there was an earthquake in progress and I was the only 'eeping' about it. The others weren't screaming but I was not sure what they were saying either! It was insane, the cat-like chick started to shout off what was happening, something about high priced bounty triggered the alert or something to that effect.

While the skunk smell was gone because all the havoc started afterward, they promptly booted anyone who was decently clothed off the ship and took off.

"What just happened?" Jean asked breathlessly (she came when she felt the panic from the crew). She said that the creature was a psychic born identity and it was currently making its rounds. It was so powerful that it caused her to go 'Phoenix' or something like that. I was just stunned beyond words as I watched as Christopher's ship became a dot and then nothing in the sky.

"A ship was being attacked or a bounty was located, something big." Dad muttered under his breath. I tilted my head from one parent to the next, considering them both and being completely lost. My head began to throb as Jean's sweat started to drip down. I'd love to say it was because I was worried but I thought it was because she was whip lashing her powers and I got the brunt of it!

"J-Jean…" I muttered out, grabbing the sides of my head, my eyes tearing up.

"Jean!" And then she passed out in Dad's arms. I stumbled, but I didn't want to be a problem. So I moved/fell away from them, resting on the front steps (Dad's dad was nice enough to dump us off at the mansion) as Dr. Hank sprinted out the door and to Jean's side. My headache was waning, thankfully.

As they gingerly, though hurriedly, moved her inside the house, my eyes landed on a dark spot in the woods.

Where there eyes staring back at me?

White, glowing eyes?


Three days later and after Jean's reassurance that it was fatigue and the sudden weirdness of the life in general that had gotten to her everything seemed to be back to abnormally normal.

I was asleep at the boathouse because Chris, for some dumb reason, kept frying my lights. Was this on accident? No. The little punk must have been enacting some sort of revenge on me for something.

So, naturally, I went whining to Jean and Scott to let me stay with them and what could they do? They shrugged and said sure.

And yet, I moved myself closer to the eyes. The freaky eyes that I had seen a few days ago. Instead of staying at the mansion that was surrounded by but not directly in the woods, I relocated to the boathouse that was friggin' in the center of the chaos. Possible chaos. Potential chaos?

I jokingly tried to check for foreign people with Mr. Logan who just grunted out that he was on a beer run at that time. Then I volunteered for monitor duty (which I was surprised didn't put Dad into cardiac arrest though it did leave Mr. Bishop's eyes slightly larger in disbelief). Even there, I couldn't find anything. Fed up with not knowing who or what it was, I went the next day and searched around the woods. I felt the eyes on me the entire time I was in the woods, but it wasn't until sunset when I saw the eyes again.

For all my courage about going into the woods alone, I ended up fleeing from the woods and breathlessly back to the pool in back of the mansion. Mr. Remy was just cleaning up his stuff and asked if I was all right. I gave a pathetically nervous laugh and said 'yes' and blamed my odd behavior on wild squirrels.

Let me tell you, once you pop off with something as inane as that people didn't question you anymore.

So instead of spending the next night safe within the mansion which was in a wide clearing, I decided to spend it smack dab in the middle of it all at the boat house.

I shivered. I could have asked Jean to do her psycho sweep or whatever. Could have asked Dad to check it out with me, I knew he wouldn't run away from glowing eyes (probably would have felt some sort of kinship to it, in all truth).

Pulling the covers up to my nose I tried to think of something to chase away the spine tingling feeling of being watched. In a whimper, I pulled the covers over my head.

My nightmare from the camping trip caressed my mind with the annoying prospect of not being such a nightmare after all. Perhaps it had happened and I was just in a half-sleep state of mind? Oh man, that meant who ever or whatever this thing was, it followed me from there to here and that was more than a little unsettling.

What if it was my mom? I know, I know, where did that come from? But when I thought of fear and death, she's what came to my mind first. What if she was some type of telepath? It was possible. The Professor would hide something like that from me, probably thinking it was 'for the best' and then let me find out when she whacked my head off or something.

This was not something I needed to think about while trying not to spook myself any more than I already was. But of course, tell someone not to think about a drunk nun riding a tipsy cow and that's the first thing their mind will conjure up.

I was under my sheets which meant if the eyes made it into my room, I'd never know. I could be dead before I would know I was dying!

The sheets hit the floor.

To tell the truth, my feet hit the floor not too long afterwards. I flipped on the light of my borrowed room and sat in the small chair in the furthest corner from both the door and the window.

No sleep for Kerry tonight.


Bobby waved his hand in front of my face. With all the muscle I had left that wasn't trying to kill me so it could sleep, I turned to look at him.

"Rough night?" He questioned.

I grunted.

"Rough nights," Jean corrected. "She's been playing video games these past two nights down in the boathouse with every light on."

Dr. Hank's attention came over to me and I started to sway in my seat.

I was so tired.

Falling asleep on my grilled cheese sounded good about then. It looked fluffy enough. Nice, warm and fluffy like a pillow when you slept on it.

"Is there something we need to talk about, Kerry?"

I started to notice my swaying and gripped the table in front of me. It didn't help much. The world continued its rocking. Ugh, it was getting me sick.

I blinked, but my eyelids didn't want to come up so I pried them open with my fingers before I had to shut them again due to a yawn.

"This is pathetic." I heard someone in a tunnel say. I was just getting comfortable and then I had a weightlessness about me.

"You better be taking her to her room, Bobby." I heard Dad warn to the cloud I was drifting on at the moment. "And leaving her there alone."

"Actually, I was thinking about throwing her into the pool." My eyes snapped open as the fighting side of me started to come alive from its stupor.

"Don't you dare!" I hissed, kicking wildly.

"Oh relax, uptight. I'm taking you to your bed. You look like a zombie."

I glared at him and stuck out my tongue before letting my head lull back.

Xx

There it was, just beyond the sunset. The eyes were shinning back at me.

"Stay away!" I tried to scramble back, to call out to anyone who might be listening. To Jean! Mom! Help!

"They won't hear you." The voice, it sounded so distant almost sad. I couldn't place it but I felt my heart slump as it yelped in pain. "And you have nothing to fear from me."

"I-I'm dreaming, aren't I?" Okay, dumb question. I was just waiting for Stitch to pop up out of the blue again and give a stirring rendition of "I'm Just Wild About Harry". "You're not real."

"Perhaps." The voice whispered as shied away from the light. "Perhaps not, I've come to you as a friend. Someone in need of understanding, just like you."

"You've been watching me like an insect. I think you need a hobby more than understanding." I snapped. Well how would you act to your phantom stalker? I didn't think I'd invite her for tea and cookies that's for sure!

"There are things in motion, you can't stop." I raised my eyebrow, shouldn't Stitch be dancing through here any time now? "Your friends are in danger, but I can help. I can't help unless you help me."

He.

It was a male's voice, that was for sure.

And he had said the magic phrase. I gnashed my teeth, "What have you done to them?"

As if he paused, "Nothing. I have done nothing. I'm just telling you what—what fortune's future holds. You need me, and when you realize that, I'll be there. You'll accept me then."

Future? He could see the future? I glared daggers at him…no! I glared A-bombs at him. He sounded just like my mother. My 'mother' was able to see the future. Was this creature actually Heather in a mind-reading form?

"I don't think I want to continue."

"I understand," he sounded—sad?—but placed a hand that suddenly appeared on my shoulder an. The voice grew closer, as if he leaned in, and whispered in my ear, "You're not dreaming." he pushed me hard, I lost my balance, and I tumbled backwards.

I hit the tree with my back and then the back of my head. Moaning, I struggled to a sitting position. I had to do a double take of my surroundings. I was outside in the woods where that male thing had talked to me. After realizing this, I flew to my feet and had to settle my breathing back to normal. The fear was true as it pumped through my veins, and my feet were fast as I took off toward the mansion.

Somewhere in behind me, I could still feel the eyes on me.


"I'm going insane." I confessed to Chris. "I have a dream person haunting me."

An eyebrow perked up. "Big deal," Chris huffed out and then went back to his book. I sighed. Bobby was too busy with field exercises, and mom and dad were with him. Those three and most of the senior staff.

"I'm serious."

"I'm stunned," he answered back. He had been disagreeable ever since he decided to talk to me again. Glaring, I swiftly punched him in the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"For being a jerk."

He gave me a bitter smirk, "then why isn't Bobby dead?"

I rolled my eyes. "I thought I could talk to you but you are too much of a boy to be a help." I was half way off the couch before he grabbed my arm.

"Sit down. Talk. And stop being such a girl about it." He threw the book in an empty chair and crossed his arms as I sunk back down into the couch.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He rolled his eyes. "Don't be cryptic. I don't have time to over analyze and pick through hints like girls do when they talk to each other. Tell me in plain, undisguised words what the hell is bugging you so I can get back to ignoring you properly."

"You really are an obnoxious, hot tempered, acne popping, single, creep you know."

"And yet you keep coming back." It was the first smirk (which was as close as I could get to a smile with Chris when he was like this). "Talk."

"I've been having this dream about a voice. It—it keeps warn—no, threatening me but without threatening me." I was about to continue when Chris interrupted with a boy oriented question.

"Are you wearing clothes in this dream?"

I glared, smacked him in the arm, "Yes!"

He shrugged, "too bad, this might be a bit more interested if you hadn't been."

I smacked him again.

"Anyway, it keeps saying all this horrible stuff is going to happen. Saying that unless I help him or something, I'm going to be suffering a lot."

He seemed to seriously think about it then, with a sarcastic grin, "What could be worse than being with Bobby?"

I growled, and was off the couch in two point one seconds. "Some help you are!"

"Kerry! It was a joke." Sighing, he continued. "You know our skills, what we are capable of, believe us , not some nightmare." I didn't want to let him know he made sense so I stuck my tongue out at him. "Or you really are just insane."

That's it!

I picked up a pillow and started to smoother him.

I figured that if he passed out from lack of oxygen, at least I wouldn't have to put up with his mad ramblings or insults that actually made sense!