Control 29
Chapter 29- Tonight is the night
Slowly and cautiously, he wandered into the foggy forest. Its whispers of white were like hands of ghosts, reaching out for him but always failing to drag him into their mists. He wondered aimlessly, a faint knowing of where he was going. When he allowed it, his mind imagined what should be real. The breeze lingered like the fog, not really moving, only showing its presence when he chose to acknowledge it.
He brushed past the unnatural trees, ignoring the wisps of fog that floated towards him. It was all around him... pursuing him. The fogs grey and lifelessness filled every thing except him. The tree lingered there, not really looking their usual greens and browns, but dull and washed out patterns of their original structure. He repeated to allow his hand to brush their surfaces as he past them by to make sure of their realism. The contact was cold and solid the instant his hand touched it. Small crisps of the cold tried to reach out to him... but he was already moving on.
He half laughed to him self as peace descended suddenly. How he loved, to dream, and the feel of control over them he had at times.
The fog continued endlessly in front of him, but his feet kept him walking in the direction, and his mind never questioned where he was going.
He was standing in front of the cave again, allowing his buzzing fingers to run over the images on the walls. He was travelling down into the cave, the fog continuing to follow... or was it leading him. He didn't know. All he knew was the feel that he was heading in a certain direction, and nothing in him said of any dangers or fears he had recently felt for the place, only a hollow peace remained.
He took every chance he could to feel the things around him, for never had they been so distinct... so real. But not full of life. The stonewalls around him seemed to just stand their, waiting for an end that would never come.
The cave lead him back into the room where he had first encountered Chris who was interesting Adam in Damien's life, reeling him in to help them. All the things were the exact same, as if nothing had altered them. The same mattress Adam had been secluded to, the unlit torches on the walls. A small draft wavered his hair, and he turned, trapped in his own trance. He half expected to see the scene replay in front of him, but instead, the lifelessness of the environment around him caught him suddenly.
Silence filled the room, forcing his hearing to enhance, forcing his senses into overdrive. He suddenly didn't like the way the fog sat eerily at his feet, all of it, everywhere. The fog tried to drift up to him again, as if it wanted to stand like him, to form into some thing of what he was.
He couldn't control the need to flee, and when he felt the spark of life in his legs, wasted no time.
He was out of the cave suddenly, skidding to a sudden holt in front of the dead raised sun, sitting in a cover of dull grey, where the fog had encased it, blocked out its bright sunrays.
He felt the hair on his neck raise and his eyes shot to the trees near by. Coldness enclosed on him suddenly, causing a reaction of shivering. He crunched his hands into fists, fighting the urge to run again.
Small sparks of electricity dripped from his fingertips, and he watched as he saw the reaction of his powers. Seeing it, sent thrashes of shivers down him, sending a surge of fear to leave a whole so deep in him he knew it would never be filled.
Fear had played its deceiving cords into him since they had come onto the island for a much needed vacation.
Shalimar's faced flashed before his shivering hand, and sent a jolt into his gut. They had come for her, to give her some peace. Had she found some? A reminder of them all in a circle, playing poker had told him she had found some peace, some way to not be afraid of her feral side over loading on her.
He didn't realise his hand was scrunched into a tight fist as he looked down at it, or rather, looking through it. His eyes were unfocussed as his mind honed in on the things around him, the things that he knew would be in the forest. His fist was shaking with the tension of his grip, but he was oblivious to it.
There. He half turned to stare back into the cave, that was now encased with the fog, and there sat not far from him, a pair of golden eyes; boring into them with ferociousness he couldn't match.
His body didn't react to his sudden numbness inside, only to what instinct ruled, and the instinct was to run. He wouldn't be able to match up to what ever it was.
Running back through the forest, every thing suddenly seemed to come alive with a need to stop him. He fell into the trees, as they seemed to step into his path, but not entirely stopping him. He pushed on, hearing the thing as it panted and pursued its prey.
Anger sparkled and the trees took their original positions, not wanting to step in front of him again. The word prey just didn't seem to fit him. Now he was running from some thing that seemed to have the form of a wolf. Looking back would only verify it truly was as close as he feared.
He felt the sickness of fear hit his stomach hard, and cover him with a dull coldness, and shivers that overtook him. He had always had a liking for wolves, since they were smart creatures, hunting in packs, like a big family... some thing he had always wanted.
But to be hunted by such a thing... to be labelled by it as a weaker creature that was worth the time and effort to track, sent endless up thrusts of fear through him.
He soon saw the mansion in his sights, and when he did, he earlier dreams he'd had came crashing back down on him with a sudden grasp of reality to it.
Brief flashes of remembrance of the dream hovered around him, just beyond his world, but slowly taking weary steps into it. The thing lurking in the bushes, sniffing at the air and crunching leaves under its huge paws while all the time closing in on him. He didn't enjoy the thought of reliving the dream again, knowing it may just get the chance to fully attack him this time.
He closed his eyes as he pushed back off the tree, speaking aloud to him self, "Come on Brennan Wake up-" The crackling leaves crunched nearer now, followed by the rustling of grass and sticks that parted for a large body to pass.
"Come on Wak-" A growl that developed from a whisper, sudden amplified, filling his mind with the unstoppable thoughts of the dream and his breathing picked up.
Brennan couldn't stop his mind replaying the dream as soon as he saw the thing step out of the fog and confidently stalk towards him.
Remembering dream
Its back bent as its shoulder blade adjusted also to the style of being as silent as possible, even if that meant as slow as possible. A growl slowly worked its way from the pit of its stomach, to rumble in its throat. It started off so silent it was like a soft whistle, and then the growl grew louder and amplified.
He suddenly felt his heart beat quicken in him, and his skin heat up, already forming a layer of sweat over him. He couldn't breathe all of a sudden as he mind counted the seconds it would take now.
Remembering dream
He almost thought he'd stumbled as its feet started to quicken and his vision went to blackness. He thoughts he'd fainted and almost wanted to laugh... until some thing gripped his chest. But this time his body... didn't react to his orders.
The sudden gripping of his chest was due to the thing that had jumped directly at him. Instead of knocking him off his feet backwards onto the floor, it had disintegrated. Relief wasn't what he felt when it left. The wind had suddenly disappeared and left him shivering, not from fear, or coldness, but for control of some thing inside him that had suddenly came alive. His chest constricted on its self again, and the small burn inside him had shattered, sending the tingling all the way through him.
Slowly, the fog was engulfing the world around him.
Shalimar stretched out her limbs, trying not to blame the slumbering elemental for it. If she had moved from her position, Brennan would have awoken suddenly when his head bounced off the coach. She smirked at Emma and Jesse, who were huddled together on the other side of the coach, watching as the film finished. They had all enjoyed the film, since it had some comedy in it, leaving a smirk on all their faces, except the fast asleep elemental, who didn't even wake up after a rather loud out burst of laughter from them all at certain scenes. (Let you all decide what the film is)
She dropped her hand on Brennan's shoulder and gave him a small shove to ease her legs out from under his head, surprised when she didn't wake him.
Chris and Adam had entered the room during the last half hour left of the film, and had also laughed along as they sat a bit off from the rest of them. She had heard them chattering behind them, talking about some thing, but she hadn't picked up on it to her amazement. When she had honed in on their individual voices, the film had let her down by forcing a loud laugh out of the crowd. It had hurt her ears twice while in her attempts and finally she had stopped trying.
She gave Brennan another small shove, playing a small smirk on her face, ready for any grumpiness that may follow, but he remained to sleep. Some thing whispered wrongness to her, and she sat up, shaking Brennan more forcefully. "Brennan..." Elayne was suddenly hovering near by, looking down at the elemental as if some thing had happened. And maybe it had, because instead of the smiles and smirks the others had held before, all had disappeared. The young members of mutant x could pick up on the feel of some thing as they scanned the anxious faces around them. One look at their leader had signalled a small warning to them.
Adam couldn't help but feel the knot suddenly form in his stomach as he heard the slight panic in Shalimar's voice as she tried to rouse Brennan from his sleep. Sweeping his eyes across the men who lived in the mansion brought him confirmation. No matter if they were sitting or standing, their stances were tense, and awaiting.
He shot his eyes at Chris, who now sat in front of him, looking the right age as worry brought wrinkles to his eyes and head. Chris and him had been talking earlier, and had taken a brake to find the gathering in the living room. Chris had seemed to not really be there, and was watching Brennan closely. He had given Adam hints on who it could be, his earlier words speaking in his mind.
'The one who bit Brennan is strong Adam. I cannot tell you out right who it is because of a loyalty we all have to each other. I cannot say who it is Adam, but you and the rest of your team will need to be more accepting to us. Shalimar is still tense around us, like the rest of you. I am afraid the incident with Brennan had taken his friendship with the others away as time had gone on. However, don't allow this to interfere with the friendships you have made along with us. We don't want to lose our allegiance with you Adam. You are helping us and we are helping you now with Brennan. Just remember, some answers may just be right in front of you. Tonight is the night for Brennan Adam, and you will see some answers, whether you wish to or not'.
The words had sounded so cruel to him, and how they made his brain fumble with the words, trying to find some thing inside of them. He had been running them over repeatedly for the last half hour, and when the film had ended, and Shalimar had tried to wake Brennan, it had all been pushed by the fear he felt for one of the team.
Chris's eyes watched every one as if with one huge eye, as Adam knew he was being watched. Chris was very zoned into him self, reminding Adam why he was the leader over all the other men, how he held their loyalty. His control over him self was strong it seemed, and they held to him because of that, because he controlled a beast of nature inside him. There were very rare times when Chris had showed his anger, and then it had disappeared, leaving him like a fire being dosed with water. He had a control within him, and that drove the others to find the same thing. Some degree of control over themselves. Andy seemed to be not far behind Chris.
Emma shifted about in her seat, forcing her shields to full strength as the room became full of an anxious emotion, so full of fear and excitement that it felt it would burst the room from the seems. She tightened her hands on the material of Jesse's shirt, ignoring the small taste of copper as she bit her lip, unaware of it as she was devoted to the struggle between the feelings of all the others and her own.
Jesse wrapped his arms around her as tightly as possible, knowing some thing was wrong. He only had to see her expression, or even the smallest of things, like her reaching for him, and he knew. Leaning his head against hers, he tried to get her to focus on him, staring deeply into her even though her eyes were closed in the vain attempt to block out ever one else's feelings.
He ran his hand along her cheek, bushing back a few stray hairs to the rest of the full head of red, and her eyes opened. Shivering in his arms, her mouth tried to explain to him. Even as he saw the tears welling up in her eyes, he shook his head, and pressed his forehead to hers. She panted for a few seconds, before her body lost all it's shivering and she forced her self into a secure position. Her hand was locked tightly with Jesse's, not wanting to let go as if life its self would leave as well. Their hands were white with the pressure of the grip, but they didn't lesson it. He continued to hold her, rocking her back and forth, whispering into her soul, 'don't give up Emma. You're strong... I know you are...'.
Brennan suddenly felt like he had landed back in the real world, as his body weight changed to ten tons again. Every thing he looked at shifted slightly, making an unwanted rise of warmth in his stomach. He felt he was going to start heaving, and then it would pass as quickly as it came. As if drugged, he struggled to his feet, ignoring the stares of every one around him. His legs threatened to turn to blubber but he pushed on, half hanging onto every thing he caught onto. He half stumbled into Andy as he stepped up to him, as if to help him. Brennan didn't know what was wrong, 'its never been this bad... What's happening to me?'.
Andy was supporting him suddenly, and trying to lead him to his wanted destination, out side, where the air was cold and it would stop this tingling under his skin.
His feet dragged slightly, but he pushed hard when he saw Chris, and allowed his anger to give him some control over his body. Pulling away from Andy who instantly tried to grab him again, he started towards Chris. Chris didn't shift or even show any sign of fear as Brennan approached him.
Hey guys. Don't all be raising sharp objects to me yet?
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