chapter 4
Allision woke up slowly and became aware of her surroundings bit by bit. Like fogged glasses slowly clearing up, the room she rested in came into view. She was slightly propped up by pillows that carresed her upper back. She heard soft music thumbling in her ears in a melodious fashion. Devalos sat on the side, hands on the bed, head rested on his thumbs. Body and mind posed in a pensive state of thought.
"Oh thank god for you Devalos!"
He raised his head off of his thumbs.
"Nice to see you're awake. Care to explain what happened in there?"
"Wha-?" She leaned up farther on her hospitle bed. "Aw. shit. I don't feel so good."
"Okay! Okay! Just lay back down, maybe it will get better."
She rested back down. "mmmh. Yeah. feels better. I better remember not to do that ever again."
He let out a short laugh.
"So anyways, what happened?"
"I don't really know. One minute I was ready to walk out the door, and the next. I was overcome with the weirdest feeling. It was seriously scary. There where voices muttering around me...and...I think-"
"You think what Allison?!"
"I think it has something to do with the dream I have been having lately. It was so disturbing...One minute I'm eating dinner, and the next- Oh my god!"
"I know, I know, you have told me already. This morning."
"Oh. Right. Anyways, I really don't know how to describe it. It was like I was paralyzed by fear. That woman from my dream walked in to the hall and walked right through me! Right through me!"
"You gave the descriptions to the sketch artist right."
"Yeah. i've done that already."
"We'll try to find a match by tomarrow morning. So, just rest until then."
Devalos pushed himself to his feet, worn out by conversation, and in a tired fashion he exited the room, leaving Alision for the night to deal with the multitude of ghosts that wished to indulge themselves in her ability to see them.
She lay back down and repositioned her headphones over her ears until they were comfortable.
"Uh. Tonight is going to be a long night! Damn."
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A dong of a distant clock tower was muted as if encased by water. Allison Dubois looked down at her newly placed foot as ripples, like in puddles of water, resounded from her contact with the ground. She was bare foot. She barely noticed her body move her other foot forward in a mechanical motion. A muted dong shot through the darkness once more as her foot touched down on the water's surface.
The liquid's color was obscured by the darkness around her. She could see nothing except the moon's light as it caught on the ripples like the whiteness of tiny waves. At first she thought it was a strange shade of violet and began to crouch to fufil her curiosity.
As her fingers grazed the surface, hundreds of ripples ran from her fingers like flocks of birds in flight. A whisper caught her ear and she looked up. Fear consumed her and the darkness made her an easy target. She was blinded by the darkness and was now fully aware that danger lurked all around her and she was helpless. Her eyes widened as she became aware of her situation.
The fear felt so familiar, as if she had felt it before.
There was a giggle resounding from far away. A mocking sound that looked down at her condecendingly.
Allison. Allison. Alision Dubois.
The said named one could not mutter a word. Her lips trembled and her voice had flown from her like a feather in a gust. It was gone. There was no one to cry out to. She was alone.
They say you're the best. They say you're the strongest of us.
Of Us? What does she mean 'us'? Phsycics?!
I think so too you know. I think you have the potential to be the strongest. To be the best. To be the greatest. Your power is so great. Yet why, why...
What did she mean 'greatest'?
You still don't know.
Allison raised her eyes slightly. Her eyes could not look away. Her body had frozen. She willed it too move, yet it did not. She could see though. The other was close to her. It was definitly female. Strange. The one who had killed in another dream had been male. Strange. From her frozen position, all she could see where the person's legs. and the end of her dress. They were long legs. Firm, not a day over 26, and still contained their youth from years before.
You're a phsycic.
Allison's eyes widened, but her frame didn't move.
You can see the future, speak to ghosts, console the dead.
How did this person know all this. All these things about her.
You have so much potential, yet you don't know how to control it. To take charge of your dreams. to change fate. I thought you were interesting, but I was wrong. You are disgusting. How old are you now? 26...34...43...definitly not 50. How many years have you lived knowing this? Why have you not taken control of it. It is sad really. You are so strong yet so weak.
Allison looked down at her hands. the liquid was crimson and thick. It poured from her finger tips.
I can't stand it! You think you can save people?! You're wrong you know! The only thing you can do is cause misery. Haven't you realized this yet? Have you? Alison Dubois?
The said crouched figure sank down head first into the liquid and fell as it hardened and shattered. Allison fell into the darkness and into the light.
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"AHHH!"
"What is it?! Are you Okay!? Alison!"
"Joe?! Joe?! Is that you?!"
"Yes. What happened?! Another dream?"
"Sort of. It is really weird though. Oh god it was weird!"