"It's funny, but I always thought I could trust blue eyes. I thought they were safe somehow. All the good guys have baby blues. The dark eyes are for the villains... the Grim Reaper, the Joker, zombies. All dark."
-Gemma, Stolen by Lucy Christopher
Her head is spinning, rushes of colors cutting through the haze over her mind. She can't see she can't move there's nothing but the blood rushing in her ears and those damn colors and they're tugging at some place in her memory, ravaging the back of her mind and she feels like she's dying.
"Please make it stop," she begs and something screams in the barrage of half-memories. Don't beg. You want to be tough, don't you? You want to be a hero, -i-? Heroes. Don't. Beg.
But I'm not a hero, she wants to cry. She's just-
She's nobody. There are blurs of a preschooler with a heavy accent and dark hair pulled into pigtails, is it her?, but it's the clearest thing she can see right now yet it still burns her brain. Her head just aches and, if she shifts, she can feel a bandage shifting on the back of her skull.
"Please..." she repeats quietly, hoping that calm was the key to getting some peace. She rides the waves, clinging to the edge of a chasm she can't see the bottom of. She can fight the images. She knows she can. But it's so hard...
She barely registers the gentle hand brushing back her hair, (what color hair does she have, anyway?) doesn't notice the prick of the needle piercing her inner elbow, remains completely oblivious to the liquid being forced into her.
"Sleep," a low, soothing voice murmurs in her ear. "Sleep, and everything will be better when you wake up."
It's... actually a fairly good idea. Darkness swirls around her vision, blocking out the obnoxiously bright images that refused to leave her alone. Yes, sleep is good. Maybe she'll just... sleep...
Runningandrunningand- suddenly she's he's gone where?
The redandyellowandgreen disappeared. Where did it go?
The yellowandblack is crying and she comforts it, rubbing where its back should be even as it buries its black smudge of a face in a pillow.
Laughing. Something someone's laughing, cackles of mirth and insanity mixing into a terrible melody, echoing in her ears. She reaches out desperately- the redandyellowandblack always helps her- but the bright colors that make her feel so unbelievably safe fade into the black, which hovers for a second before disappating into the background.
She swears it's moving, the darkness, taking form for a moment and mixing into the darkness again. The purple bubble it creates stays behind.
Something someone stabs her shoulder, double blurs of green locked in a deadly dance, catching her in the crosshairs. She drops to her knees and reaches to remove the offending blade, but it disappears with a jeer of "You'll have to try harder, Art- chery girl..."
The red letter crashes into her with much more force than something its size should be able to. It roars, shaking her like a rag doll, holding her who knows how far off the ground. "DON'T YOU DARE FORGET US!"
Water rises around her, engulfing her body and blurring the new crimson she'd been cursed with before she knows she's been dropped. "Two missions in a row," the rough growl envelopes her ears as millions of sharp points impale her. Somehow, the weapons and the voice make her think of Greece, of a classroom, of standing terrified before at least two dozen smears in varying shades of grey. "-w-was the goddess of the h-hunt-"
Two small, round beacons of light drag her out the door into the blackness again, bright red X burning through the black. "A good mind is a terrible thing to waste," it coos in a sickly sweet tone before clapping its hands together, sending out a wave that deafens her.
When she wakes up, her ears are still ringing.
Filler chapter much?
BUT WAIT
SOMEONE SPOKE.
Thus, no filler?
lolIdon'tknowI'mtired
I just wanted to show I haven't given up on this fic. ;~;
A new chapter for this AND Impulsive should be up within the next month...
And maybe I'm writing a new semi-original fic I'm sorry Jocelyn and Alexis don't kill me please DX
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