Pure Intentions
Chapter Three: Troubled Waters

And If I bought a boat, I'd want to sail it free. No ifs, ands, or buts - and nobody else but me. Grazing the seas mildly, like the open soul I am; I'd never anchor the watercraft and I'd forever stay off land.

Brother and sister, Violet and Chris Irvin were seated in an airplane. Their destination: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. It was an early Sunday morning - 7 AM to be exact - and Violet was awfully wide awake. Normally, she would already be back to sleep, but all she could think of was tomorrow's episode of RAW. She knew it would be like every other show she had attended; helping her brother prepare for his match, watch said match from backstage, and congratulate (or console) him for his win/loss. But it wasn't.

The plane finally lifted off of the runway, giving Violet butterflies.

This week, she'd be meeting with him again. Him being one of her (and Chris') wrestling idols, Shawn Michaels. Just the idea of seeing of him again (she had last seen him on Tuesday) thrilled her and caused those butterflies to flutter wildy in her stomach.

The young girl scolded herself. What was the point of being as nervous as she was? Why did she even care this much about the man? They had only known eachother for about approximately six days, and she certainly did not want anything more than a friendship from him.

At least, she didn't think she did.

Without warning her older brother let out a what seem to be a snore that had sounded like a combination of a lion inadequately trying to roar, and the grunt of a wild hog. Violet let out an unattractive snort, blushing afterwards but then laughing at herself. If you couldn't laugh at yourself, then why laugh at all? She figured.

Never mind the tide... I want a tidal wave. Wash over me like a tons of bricks; I'd no doubt have my way. Coughing as if my lungs were on fire, I'd gasp and inhale and swallow. Underwater, under the water, my ship is sure to follow.

The song's smooth, melodic rhythm lulled the girl to sleep. Releasing her from the relentless thoughts of her and Shawn's bodies colliding in an inappropiate manner.

Afterwards...

The Canadian siblings checked into a hotel in the heart of the city, both somewhat jet-lagged from their travel.

"Oooh! This one's got a pool!" Violet exclaimed as she caught a view of the huge body of water. As of now, which happened to be 11 AM, no one was occupying the room at all. If she weren't so tired, Violet would've instantly leapt for the chance to swim. But she was tired, and all she was looking forward to was catching some Z's in her room's bed.

"C'mon Vi." Chris called lazily, yawning as he did so. Violet rejoined him at his side and together the two ventured to the elevator.

Amblulence sirens wailed, echoing around her. Violet oddly found herself in her old childhood home, but instead of the nicely decorated rooms she remembered ever so distinctively, the walls, the ceilings, and the floor, were rotted.

What was going on? Where was Chris? Why was she here?

She cringed in disgust and terror, as a countless amount of bugs crawled out from under what appeared to be a couch. It was burned beyond belief, as colorless as the walls. Her heartbeat increased rapidly as she stood in the aged house, paralyzed with shock and fear.

A groaning creak came from out of nowhere. Violet turned her head to see a figure on her grandmother's infamous rocking chair. Her eyes widened as the figure revealed itself from the numerous layers of shawls and blankets that surrounded it. It appeared to be a person, a grey, colorless person. But within moments, she recognized her at once.

"MOM!" She cried, racing over to the chair.

The figure's skin held various scars, all over her shriveled body. It seemed to have been cut to pieces but somehow the pieces held together, and at once, Violet froze at this sight. Her mother's eyes closed as a black liquid started to seep from the open cuts.

Violet's mouth dropped open in horror as she broke into petrified screams.

...

Violet gasped as she woke from her horrifying dream. Soon, inevitable sobs racked through her body as she clung the side of her bed, waking Chris with her cries. He rushed over to her immediately.

"Violet!" He shouted in great concern, "Violet!"

She shuddered violently as the unpleasant images flashed in her mind. Her brother wrapped his arms around her body and held her in a tight grip.

"Violet! Violet, tell me whats wrong!"

The tears continued to fall. "Mom..." She told him, breathless. Thats all she needed to say.

"Ssh." Chris hushed, as if talking to a young child, and stroked her back with a comforting gesture. "Its alright, Vi, its alright." He assured her.

His sister shook and quivered in fear, but sooned managed to calm down. Both her brother's consolence, and the confirmation that what she had experienced was only a dream, helped to achieve this.

A while later, Violet pulled back from the older sibling's arms. "Thank you Chris." She said gratefully, wiping her tear stained cheeks. He sighed in relief. "You really scared me, you know?" His hand went to his chest and he indicated that his heartbeat was out of the norm.

"I'm sorry."

Chris shook his head. "Don't be... I'm just really glad your OK."

"..."

The kin sat in silence.

"Something black was coming out of her."

Violet told him of her dream and he listened to her with sympathy.

So yeah, (not a very) intense chapter. x)