Chapter 3
Allison fell. She could not describe it. It was unlike any vision she had ever experienced. The pain in itself would have been unbearable, but the voices... The voices called out to her, whispered to her, talked to her. They used every form of communication available to the human tongue to call out to her. There were words of hate. Words of praise. There were words for everything in between. But what had caught Allison was the quiet echo of a wispy voice screaming, speaking, yelling, whispering, howling, grieving, showing, and seeing the words, "We are not angels."
It was a fairly particular phrase. One that would not occur in normal day to day conversation. It was a phrase with no specific meaning attached to it, and so, it wasn't the syntax that caused Allison to fall both figuratively and literally, it was the intended message.
"Allison! Hey Allison! Wake up are you okay?!" Scanlon's voice seemed so far away in contrast the voice. The voices were rising, crescendoing till they reached an unearthly height. And then, unable to contain her mental anguish any longer she let out a bone-chilling scream, that despite its pitch, volume, and emotion, seemed so far away and distant to Allison's ears.
"Hey!" Allison could hear people all around her scrambling, but she didn't understand what they were saying or to whom they were saying it to. She was able to pick up pieces though. One reminded her of a woman's voice, "Is she going to be alright?" and another, "Oh my god, what happened," a male one,"Miss! Can you hear me" and there was a child, "Mommy- what happened to that lady?" "Shhh. Honey, go sit on the bench the woman's really sick." "Maybe someone should call the hospital or something."
It was an older lady's voice who had said it. Said that cursed word. HOSPITAL. If there was one thing Allison Dubois hated, it was just that. Even within her own secluded yet strangely loud confining realm of consciousness she could still pick out that word. HOSPITAL. Oh! She did hate that word so very much.
She heard Scanlon's voice, "Yeah, I think we need a hospital. Someone! Call an ambulance!"
Oh fuck. She really was going to the hospital. She really did hope that Devalos would find out and bring her a set of headphones to listen to.
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"Every time I dream and it's on the mark. Each time I help make the world clean and safe from murderers and serial killers. Don't you see? What I'm doing is helping people. I'm saving people!"
"And what about us? Hmm? Ever thought about your family maybe? Are we not included in that 'world'. Bridgette, Areal –they deserve their mother to be home when they need her. They need a parent, a normal parent, one that can save them from overbearing homework, or the parent signature for a sick day. Are you going to deny your own children something that you offer so freely to the rest of the world?--Hah. It's not fair Allison. No matter how you think about it. You're not an angel!"
"Joe don't you see! I'm doing something so great! Are you blind to that. I didn't ask for these dreams, but I can use them to save lives. Even if it takes a bit of time, each person is worth something to someone."
"Yes! Yes thats it! Each person is worth something to someone! To us that person is you! Why can't you see that? Why can't you appreciate what you have here instead of having to save the world."
I remember this conversation. Thats where he said it. He said that line. 'we're not angels'. No. This voice is different. Why use the word 'we'. It's not like there are two psychics. Wait. No it can't b--
Allison Dubois. It seems you've figured it out!
That voice! Who are you! What are you planning?
Your husband is right you know. You should really spend more time with your family. They might just leave you. You never know.
I'm going to find out who you are sooner or later!
I know. I'm looking forward to it.
A woman appeared in the room. Brown hair cascaded down her shoulders. Blue earrings in her ears. "We should play this game more often. It is quite fun." she turned as if to leave, "By the way. You should probably try to catch me fast. If you wait too long, you're family might get involved."
And then. The world snapped back into focus.
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Bi-Weekly Notes: Sorry. This was one series that interested me, so I decided to write a fanfiction. The only problem is that since I have it all planned out, I really have no motivation to get started writing it. It is pretty much common knowledge on FF that different styles (bold/italics/underline) can be used to denote different speaking/thoughts of a specific character. Just throwing that in if you didn't know. Anyways. It's really weird. I have only gotton about 2 viewings and 0 reviews. I wonder if it is because I stuck it in the M rated section, or because my chapters are so short. I really don't know. Anyways. Try to Review. I accept good and bad, just don't send yours a million times.