A case for the ages
A/N: A new idea I had because I cannot sit still for crap and work on only one project. So, synapsis. Raz and Lili are assigned a case, find a girl who doesn't want to be found. Sara Bastille is a young gifted psychic on the run, why? Well, read and find out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Psychonauts or any other properties that appear in this fic. All rights reserved to DoubleFine. Enjoy.
The dream started out simple enough. It was a peaceful dream, one of relaxation. I was in a meadow, millions of multicolored flowers as far as the eye can see. I think they were California poppies, and this meadow was a place my parents use to take me. Before⦠before my life went to shit basically.
My name is Sara. I use to be Sara Bastille, it's French. But I don't want anything to do with my father anymore, so I don't like to use my last name anymore. I use to love him, I still do I guess, but everything changed after mom died. She was murdered, and when I needed him most, he fell apart. Left me to raise myself basically since I was 7 years old. Now I'm 13, he's in jail and I was in the foster care system until recently when I left.
You see, I recently got some information about my mom's case, a name. And that's all I needed. Leaving was easy, I didn't have anything to take with me. Finding the person that fit the name, that took some time. Almost 3 months. Almost 3 months of bus hopping and hitch hiking I made it to Seattle. After asking around, I found an enforcer in the west cost chapter of the mob, Ricky Domico. Then the real work began.
You see, I'm a psychic. My mom was too, it's probably why the mob killed her. She knew dirt on an ex-friend of hers who tried to make certain⦠advances, towards me when I was a kid. So, she made him go away. And in turn, he took my mom away.
But back to my story, I'm a psychic, it came to me from my mom's side of the family. I can read minds. I can read people's thoughts, and hear their inner voice clear as day as if you were talking directly to me. I can also do other stuff.
I can see shit I'm not suppose to, move shit without touching them, and once I think I even flew. The point is, I'm psychic. And I was having a psychic dream.
Have you ever tried to induce a lucid dream? It's easier as a psychic. And I like to visit this memory in my dream. The details change each atempt. It's a bit hard to remember a memory you experienced when you weren't even 3 years old.
But here I was. Taking a nap and dreaming of happier times. The meadow stretched on endlessly. Farther than my little baby eyes can see. I like coming here to think. To rest my body, even if I can't rest my mind. It's better than losing sleep from my insomnia. I've had it for a while and I read a book to help with it. It didn't. But I might as well rest my body.
So the meadow, we've established that. It's my happy place, or at least a place less miserable than where I physically am right now. Just a place to rest and regroup. But then my dream started to change. A building appeared in the distance. A city skyscraper, appearing like a mirage, gleaming in the sunlight.
Noting that I am definitely still in control of my dream, I went to it. Once inside, I was in the lobby of what looked like a law office firm. Next to me an elevator dinged and opened. Feeling a bit apprehensive, I entered it. The doors closed and it started to move. I didn't hit a button. And there was no indicator if I was moving up or down or even sideways. Then it opened.
It was like a movie was playing right in front of me. Only I knew it wasn't a movie. More like a window. Through the window in the elevator I saw what looked like a dorm room. Two kids, or maybe teenagers, a boy and a girl were sitting cross legged on the floor. As if they knew I was watching them, they opened their eyes and looked at me.
"Hey," the boy said. "We finally made contact!" He was wearing a turtleneck and brown slacks. He had pale skin, almost yellowish like he was jaundice, and rusty brown hair combed to one side. He almost looked handsome.
"Finally," the girl said. She was wearing sweats, and a tank top. She had red hair in two small pig tails, pale white skin and a nose so narrow it was almost non-existent. Her eyes were also angular. She looked kinda hot.
"Quick, we don't know how long the connection will last, what's your location?" The boy asked.
"Raz, we don't have time for that!" The girl told the boy, Raz.
"I know, but I don't want to scare her into running away again!"
"Ugh," the girl said. "Ok Raz, but hurry up. I can feel her starting to resist."
"I know Lili! Look, Sara," my blood ran cold. I've been so careful to avoid using my real name in fear that the mob found out who I was. "We know who you are and what you've been through. We can help you. We can protect you."
"We know that you're a psychic," Lili said. "We are too. We can help you, even train you. You just have to tell us where you are so we can come and pick you up."
I was silent. I was concentrating on trying to wake up. I can, under no circumstances, not let these kids find out where I am.
"We're losing her Raz," Lili said. "Screw this," she placed two fingers to her temple and I can feel her prodding my mind.
"Lili!" Raz yelled.
"Shut up. Shasha and Milla are on assignment somewhere else and my dad entrusted us to finish this mission. I'm not about to disappoint him again."
Raz sighed and turned away, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation.
I couldn't concentrate on just waking up now. I had to keep her out of my head. But concentrating on two things at once was never my strong suite. Against my will, the image of the Seattle skyline came to the forefront of my mind.
"Is that the space needle?" She muttered. "Seattle. That's where you are." She didn't phrase it like a question. She got what she needed. "Look girl, don't leave town. You're in more danger than you can know right now, just stay put and we'll come and get you asap. We'll be there in 8 hours. Just stay put!" That last word echoed in my mind, getting louder and louder until I couldn't stand it anymore and fell to my knees in pain.
I woke up in the abandoned department store I was taking refuge in. I had to speed up my timeline. Ricky Domico dies tonight.
Raz PoV
"Dang it Lili!" I said when the mental snap threw us from Sara's mental projection.
"I know, I'm sorry!" She said, suffering the same effects that I was. "But she was slipping away, we needed the location. And I got it. She's in downtown Seattle. And she's planning something terrible."
I scooted forward and took her hand. "What?"
She looked at me and said something that chilled my blood to the bone. "Murder. She has a vendetta, revenge. If we don't leave right now someone is going to die tonight."
