Chapter 2
As soon as I was out, an old dream I hadn't had in about year began again, and it was the worst version yet.
It started where it always did: in my room. It was the six year old rendition of it, so it was garden themed, with tons of different flowers climbing up a picket fence, and the rest of the walls painted blue with butterflies. There was a blue and creamy white quilt on the bed, and a huge princess doll house in the corner, home of my twelve princess's and four princes. A small CD player sat on the dresser, with a stack of CDs beside it. Those included the Strawberry Shortcake Jams, Vegitales soundtrack, Adventures in Odyssey, Mozart, Beethoven and Bach. My American Girl doll sat on the bed, wearing a pretty purple party dress in honor of my birthday.
I am sitting on the floor, giving Emily (the doll) a big birthday party, when I hear a ear-piercing scream. I know it was my mom. I rush down the stairs holding Emily close to my chest and see my dad gripping a long sanded stick with a green vine painted all up and down the shaft. He is standing in front of my mom, protecting her from whatever had made the huge gashes on her back and arms. She was bleeding badly and gasping for every breath, trying to calm herself and ignore the pain. Dad is yelling something I can't catch, because I can only stare at my mom's wounds.
Then Mom sees me. "Darren!" She gasps.
Dad doesn't turn, so how he knows I'm there, I have no idea. He speaks over his shoulder. "Abbie, go to your room right now, and don't come out until Mommy, Grandma, or I comes to get you. Do you understand?"
I pause for a moment, tears growing from anger at whatever had done that to my mom.
"Do you understand?" He grows impatient very quickly. And then I see why.
Farther into the kitchen stands my sixteen year old brother, Eric, holding a long whip. Tied in at the end is pieces of broken glass and other sharp things, all covered in blood. My mom's blood.
You need to understand something before I move on from this description. I trusted my brother to a terrible fault. I loved him so much! Well, until this moment.
Also, all of this that you have read, and will read, actually happened, and I have had nightmares about since.
Alright, now you can hear the rest of my whirlwind of a dream/past reality.
I whimper when I see him with the whip, my tears of anger turning to tears of betrayal and hurt. (Yeah, even at six, I understood what was going on, for the most part) Then he speaks, his voice different and much more demanding. He keeps it sweet at first, but I can tell he has changed.
Usually it skips ahead at this point, but it didn't, and for the interest of the readers, I will keep it short. Basically, he tries to convince me that Mom and Dad are crazy and mean. I rush up to my room, not listening to anything he says, tears flooding my vision. Dad shouts something I definitely do not know. I hurry into my room, still clutching my doll. I feel the house shake slightly, and see a flash of blue in weird patterns on the windows and door. My doll and I hide out under my bed until Eric gives up trying to break into my room. He leaves, and there is quiet. Then one more shout from Dad moments later.
I obey my dad and stay in my room. I don't sleep the whole night. My grandma comes to get me in the morning. When I insist on seeing my mom and dad, she says they had to go somewhere, and they may not be back for a while.
Instead of showing the rest of my life, the dream moves off the theme completely, showing me a a garden. A large, beautiful garden, full of trees and flowers all in bloom. I shiver at the sight. I'd seen it once before in my dreams. That had not been my favorite day of the year, even if the previous day had been my thirteenth birthday.
I quickly reach for my other arm, hoping to pinch myself and wake up before he appears, but no such luck.
He shows himself, coming out from behind a big apple tree, and smiled. The same as before. But this time, he spoke a very different speech.
"Well, well! We meet again. How is the dear little girl? Having a good time, fighting with the big people?"
"What?" I ask sarcastically. "No birthday present?"
Ares laughs, his high tenor ringing out, making me shiver. "You've got spunk, kid! Real guts!"
"What do you want?" I asked as steadily as I could manage.
"Hmm. That's a tough one, isn't it? Your support, I suppose. Your trust. The power you hold, that you insist on using for a useless, pathetic, failing cause."
"That useless, pathetic, failing cause, as you so call it, has the only people in all the worlds combined that I could trust! I could never trust you!" My voice rising louder and louder as I go. Then I poke him on the chest on the last word.
He stares into my eyes for a long moment, then laughs.
"I'll catch you later, girly! I will!" He assures.
Then the ground disappears and I spiral into a black hole.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
"Ahhhhh!" I screamed as woke, sitting up fast. A hand rested itself on my shoulder.
"Shh. It's alright dear. Your fine." A gentle, grandfatherly voice told me. That would be director Shapleton.
After reassurance that I was awake, and that no one was injured by the sleet when I passed out, we got down to business. There were already people in the room, and, according to Director Shapleton, they had been discussing some important matters.
"Sir," I said politely, letting Shapleton know that I wanted to speak.
"Yes dear?"
"I should tell you that I met him again," I stated, knowing he would understand who I was talking about.
He gazed at me for a moment. Then simply nodded. "Tell me what you saw."
I told him everything. I also explained that I couldn't see mom and dad's faces anymore. Their features had slowly faded over the years, until now. But I can always remember Eric.
When I was done, he nodded again. "It just confirms to me something that I have contemplated for some time."
"Are you sure, sir?" Merlin asked worriedly.
"We can manage without her," Harry pointed out. The way he said that did not register properly in my head.
"I'm being dismissed?" I shouted in confusion. "Sir, I know that I have been having trouble with this power stuff lately, but surely there is something I can do to help it! You can't..." I was interrupted by the raising of Director Shapletons hand. He smiled at me.
"We are not dismissing you. You just need some time off. You have been going for far too long without rest, and you need to relax," he calmly replied. I sighed happily.
For two years, the TSS had been my home. After my parents disappearance, I only had one set of grandparents left, whom I stayed with until they died a few years later. Before my thirteenth birthday, I had lived with Colleen and her family for a few years, then Bailey and her family for the last three, both of which generously offered to take me in after my grandparents death. Now that I am part of the staff and student list, however, I stay on site.
"But where will I go?" I asked, getting back to the subject on hand.
"That has already been decided. Since we all know there is absolutely nothing that you don't confide in Bailey or Coleen about, we have concluded that for the safety of you and your friends, it would be best that we not tell you." Gandalf, the most amazing wizard from The Lord of the Rings books and movies, explained. He was here because of the magic training class this morning, but had been running late. No one pointed this out however, because we all know his response would be, 'a wizard arrives precisely when he wants to.'
I pouted. (Or what I think is a pout. I really don't know for certain. Never needed to know until then.) "So your going to drop me in the middle of nowhere with no information whatsoever? That is not nice."
"No, it's not!" Patch, our drop-point instructor, agreed. "It's loads of fun!"
"You know where I'm going, don't you?"
"Have to. Gotta know where your going so I put you in the closest marsh."
"Haha. Funny." I said, sarcasm dripping into pools at my feet.
I gave the director and the council a salute, then went to gather my things. In one hour, I had said good bye to Bailey, Colleen, and Michael, (yes, Michael can be agreeable sometimes) changed into a comfy two piece black suit and a blue silk shirt, filled my magic bag (which is sort of like Hormine's purse, able to hold almost anything and not get any heavier) with necessities (clothes, shoes, toiletries, gun, staff, wand, beading loom and beads, and anything else I might need in the next three weeks) and gotten down to drop zone. Patch had already fired up the transporter. It basically zaps you into blue light and can land you anywhere in any dimension except Neutral, where there are only special places you can land.
"Ready?" Patch asked.
"Yup." I replied. "If you find out anything about mom or dad..." I trailed off.
"I will contact you ASAP." He smiled.
"Thanks. Alright. Hit it!" And I disappeared in a blue ball of light.
o.O.o.O.o.O.o
Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate it. I can appreciate it a whole lot more, however, if you R&R. Just a suggestion. ;) I also accept that I have not updated for a whole month. It may be another before it happens again!
Hopefully putting this on the website will encourage me to finish it. I have many incomplete works in my room. It's kind of sad.
I thought it was a crossover, but since Harry Potter and Sherlock don't meet, and the main character is an OC, I decided it would not be considered a crossover. (Disagree? PM me, and give me your thoughts. Always happy to see another's view point.)But I cant seem to figure out how to change it, so it will just have to stay that way.
I also have the meeting with Sherlock planned out. Now all I have to do is finish the deduction speech. (It is much harder than I thought.)
Anyway, thanks again! -Pianist
