I'm having fun with this, seriously I just love these angsty thingies, well it's not angsty yet, but it will be grins a bit of drama, angst and suspense never killed anyone, except maybe the characters in the stories
So yes having fun with this, my objective is to make you feel sorry for the girl; you know the witch-hunt chick?
And of course you should feel sorry for Reid, you seriously don't want witch-hunt chick invading your dreams. The way I imagine her, she's pretty creepy :p
Without further redo, chapter one!
Chapter one: Her Mark
"Reid, man what took you so long?" Tyler asked as soon as his roommate barged into the room.
"Do you really need to ask baby boy?" Reid said absently while retrieving his bag from under his bed vaguely noting that the floor underneath his bed was disgusting.
"Spare me the details Reid." Tyler said waiting in front of the open door impatiently tapping his foot. "We're already running late, if we don't leave like, now, we'll be late."
"I know baby boy I know, and things would go a hell of a lot faster if you stop whining," Reid said annoyed as he flung his bag over his shoulder.
"Jeez someone's cranky," Tyler said as Reid ushered him out of the door.
"You'd be too if you were me," Reid muttered as they made their way to the pool.
"Was she that bad?"
"Who?"
"Lara? You know the girl you had sex with?"
"I dunno, can't remember," Reid said absentmindedly.
"You had sex with a girl, but you can't remember if it was good?" Tyler repeated frowning. "You have issues Reid."
"I've got other things on my mind."
"Other things than sex? Dude, are you feeling okay?" Tyler asked chuckling but noticing the serious expression on his friend's face.
"I've been having these dreams man-" Reid sighed cutting himself off. "They're pretty twisted."
"Twisted?"
"I can hear this girl, she's being burned on the stake, I can smell- I wanna help her, but I can't see a damn thing."
"That's…intense."
"Tell me about it," Reid said raking a hand through his messy bed head.
"Should we like tell Caleb?" Tyler asked frowning.
"It's just a dream baby boy, don't worry about it." Reid said as he opened the door to the pool.
"Garwin Simms, one minute latter and you would've been late." Coach, a man with the typical heavy built of a man in his forties, shouted from the other side of the room. "You're lucky, go chance and get your asses back here ASAP."
"Whatever coach," Reid called back in his typical: I-don't-give-a-shit-way while entering the locker-room closely followed by Tyler.
Naturally, people noticed something was bothering the normally loudmouthed blond who was significantly less obnoxious than usually and seemed rather distracted. Though it wasn't enough to rouse suspicion just yet and honestly, the coach was rather pleased with this recent development a distracted Reid Garwin was a great deal more pliant than the usual one.
"Garwin, Abbott." Coach called signaling the two boys to get out of the pool. "I just wanted to say that you two are going to leave that legendary rivalry of yours outside of the swimming pool you hear? I don't want a repeat of that stunt you two pulled last swim meet." Coach said gruffly eyeing the two boys in obvious annoyance. He didn't care they hated each other; they could hate each other all he they wanted as long as they didn't drown each other in the pool or embarrass the school during meets.
"C'mon coach it was just a friendly little game," Reid stated smirking at the memory.
Coach raised his eyebrows so high they almost disappeared beneath his baseball cap. "Garwin you pushed Abbott into the pool during a race and you being the idiot you are let him drag you along with him. And you continued to beat the shit out of each other in the water, because of that little 'game' of yours as you so nicely put it Garwin we lost that meet breaking our perfect record for the year."
"Coach it's not that big of a-"
"Don't you even dare say it Garwin!" Coach snapped causing Aaron to grin. "Wipe that look of your face Abbott."
"Yes Coach," Aaron muttered much to Reid's amusement.
"I want the two of you on your best behavior tomorrow you hear? No funny business!" Coach said warningly glaring the two boys down, there were few people who could slightly intimidate Reid Garwin, though only for a little while Coach could make him feel like a ten-year-old boy all over again. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes coach," Aaron said dully.
"Crystal," Reid said with a smirk.
Coach gave Reid a suspicious look before waving them off and turning his attention to a couple of relatively new guys.
"You must be over the moon Garwin, coach saving your ass like that," Aaron hissed.
"Ah Aaron always talking 'bout my ass, see something you like or what?" Reid retorted smirk ever-present on his face.
"Shut your mouth Garwin."
"Of course wouldn't want you trying to stick anything of yours in one of my orifices."
"Fuck you Garwin!"
"See again with the sexual innuendo. Abbott, are you trying to tell me something?"
Aaron seemed to be at a loss for words, everything he threw at Garwin was turned against him, the blond knew exactly what buttons to push to tick him off, and he hated him for it.
"Get los Garwin!" He spat shoving Reid away from him. Normally this wouldn't have been an issue, but Reid lost his balance and slipped on the wet floor tumbling to the ground his head hitting the floor, hard.
"Dead girl dances, she burns…the witch hunt…BURN this girl," that horrible voice chanted sending chills up and down his spine. He opened his eyes: he was in that fucking impenetrable darkness again.
"Where are you? Show yourself!" Reid shouted his voice sounding oddly shrill but the voice ignored him and kept on chanting that simple line.
"It was dark out, no moon, no stars; it was quiet, like a graveyard. They all gathered on the hill, torches everywhere it was as if the hill was burning already…eyes watching, distorted faces, seen through bleary eyes: burn her, erase her, burn the witch, burn this girl, burn the frightened crying girl, save her soul from Satan's evil lair, purify her with flames…" The voice rattled on. "Witch hunt, witch hunt, burn this girl…"
"Who are you? Where are you?"
"I am nothing…" The voice said sounding muffled.
"Look I want to help you! Just- Where are you?!"
"Help me?"
"Yeah, help you!"
"I'm burning."
"What?"
"Help me they're going to burn me!" The voice cried, sounding desperate, she was crying he could tell by the awful tone. "Help me! Help me! Help me!"
"Where are you?!" Reid called trying to find her, whoever she was.
He hissed in pain, hands, red-hot burning hands grabbing his arms squeezing tightly and suddenly he could see a pale face with large emerald eyes, haunting eyes.
"HELP ME!" She shouted emphasizing each word as if he wouldn't understand her otherwise.
And than she was gone, there was a bright light instead and faces: Caleb, Pogue, and Tyler looking down on him, worried expressions on their faces.
"What up?" Reid asked staring up at them, eyes half-closed.
"He's fine," Caleb shouted rolling his eyes.
"What happened?" Reid asked trying to sit but Tyler kept him down.
"You took a nasty tumble dude," Pogue explained. "Compliments of Aaron, who's getting his ass, handed to him on a platter, compliments of the coach."
"Reid, are you okay?" Tyler asked frowning obviously worried.
"I feel fine Baby Boy."
"You look kinda pale."
"He does, doesn't he?" Pogue muttered sharing Tyler's worried expression.
"It's nothing," Reid said through gritted teeth.
"You're lying," Caleb said staring at him intently.
"It's not a big deal, just a dream."
"People don't dream when they're knocked out cold Reid," Caleb stated, his eyes virtually burning wholes right through him.
"It's nothing," Reid said getting up despite Tyler's protest.
"This isn't over Reid." Caleb said. "After practice we're going to have a little talk about this 'dream' of yours."
"Yeah yeah whatever," Reid said battling the dizziness.
(An hour latter, Reid and Tyler their dorm)
"Let me get this straight yeah?" Caleb started after Reid had explained his 'situation'. "She talks about a witch hunt?"
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Pogue asked receiving a nod from Caleb.
"Can the ascended ones please tell us plebes what you're on about?" Reid asked annoyed, it all felt like an invasion of privacy really.
"Reid maybe she's someone from your bloodline, the reason why our families came to the new world. It seems logical enough: one of them was caught and our families ran to avoid persecution themselves. And what with you ascending in a little while…- Part of you receiving your powers maybe you receiving imprints of her, her memories." Caleb explained.
"What a complete load of crap." Reid sneered. "It's just dreams."
"Don't be so sure Reid." Caleb said with a serious expression on his face. "Maybe we're wrong, maybe your dreams aren't as innocent as we believe, maybe it's just Chase-"
"Chase is dead," Reid argued.
"They never found a body Reid." Pogue said solemn expression on his face. He might not admit it aloud, but he was indeed afraid of Chase, Reid could see it in his eyes and honestly, he thought Pogue was a fucking wuss because of it.
"He's dead," Reid said emphasizing each word, "so stop being such a pussy, the big bad wolf is dead, Caleb killed him".
"We don't know for sure Reid," Tyler said quietly speaking up for the first time.
"Oh not you too Baby Boy," Reid grumbled annoyed. "And what if he is alive, what's he planning? To kill me by insomnia? Boeh-hoe shaking in my boots."
"Reid you shouldn't be taking this so lightly," Caleb said sternly.
"Well sorry daddy dearest," Reid said absently rubbing his sore arm, but making a face as he rubbed the skin through the thin material of his hoodie. Must be a bruise or something, it hurt like a bitch.
"What's wrong?" Tyler asked noticing his pained expression.
"My arm's a little sore baby boy, probably from the fall or something," Reid said taking off his hoodie, catching the stunned looks on his friends their faces. "That nasty?" He asked checking for the bruise but instead he found…burned skin, the imprint of a hand.
He closed his eyes and sighed, he guessed he had a matching one on the other side; she had done it, no doubt about it. "Fucking hell," he muttered under his breath.
"Still think it's only a dream?" Caleb asked guessing by Reid's expression that the imprints had something to do with his 'dream'.
Reid just stared at him, his jaw set, and a look of something indefinable in his eyes.
TBC
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