Bethany Denveck [WIP]'s Story

The air was still. Too still, as if the world was holding its breath, waiting. Tension crackled in the air along with strange energies, flowing and shifting throughout the field. The field in question being a clearing, surrounded by majestic hardwood trees, veritable monarchs of their forest. However, even all of this was not the main attraction of this clearing. No, what first attracts the eye is a massive stone pillar, carved all over in words of many languages. It is from this pillar that the strange energies are exuding from. Thunder begins to rumble, lightning sparks out from the stone to the sky. A pale mist arises and dissipates; it reveals ten sleeping forms sprawled in the grass. Energies coalesce around them, caressing them with amorphous fingers, whispering meaningless words to them in their sleep. As they begin to stir the energies leave them, whirling around the stone pillar, rising higher and higher in a cyclone of energy. A powerful boom explodes through the clearing as the energy shoots into the sky, forming a blindingly bright beam. It lasts for a heartbeat, and then ceases like nought had happened. But there were those who were watching for such a sign.

A few hours pass, and the ten will begin to be awoken by the feeling of the Sun glaring straight into their faces. They'll feel the tickle and poking of blades of grass against their bare skin. The smell of just pure life. Flowers growing in clumps, the smell of leaves, earth, everything.

Thus do the Visitors Awaken.

Thus is Prophecy Awoken.

Thus will Heroes Awake.

Geraldine never dreamed, unless you count the numerous day dreams she had at work or whenever she was out on walks, etc. Or maybe the dreams of becoming someone and moving away from New Orleans counted as a dream, either way she always had an uneventful night of sleep, when she slept that is.

Now though, she thought she smelled clean and crisp air. It was not the familiar smell of her woodsy perfumed room. She moved her arm and felt the grass brush against her skin. This wasn't her bed she was lying on. Orange glowed under her eyelids, like when the sun would shine on your closed eyes. She was scared to open them, but the sound of flesh hitting flesh and an ow was more than enough reason to do so.

A sun and blue sky stared down at her, this certainly was not her room. How did she get here? Was she finally dreaming? Slowly sitting up, she looked around and saw one girl up while others slept peacefully on the ground. A blonde hair girl was a few feet away from her, up, and looking just as lost as her. She honesty didn't know what to say. Hi, how are you? Do you know why we are here? No? Great. She stretched and stood up, looking around to figure out maybe she had sleepwalked here, but with a group of people sounded very unlikely. Plus, there were swamps with Cypress trees not tall and strong looking pine trees and such.

Finally she turned her attention back to the Cinderella looking girl, "Hey, do you know how we got here?" She decided to asked the dumb question anyway, as an ice breaker.

Alexander's dreams tended to be disjointed messes of color, sound, and emotion. Thus to have a linear flowing dream was an oddity in of itself. In the dream he walked along a dark path, with streamers of light and sound guiding the way. Far away voices whispered to him, but he could not understand them, as if they were far away. However, like all dreams must, it was time to end and wake up.

He felt the sun beating down on his eyes with grass tickling his legs and arms. I could have sworn it wasn't a drill weekend.. he thought to himself. However he didn't feel the familiar weight of helmet and armor on him, but only the light feeling of pajamas. His eyes snapped open in realization that he wasn't home. He looked left and right, absorbing what he could see. He saw a pair of females who looked as confused as he talking while others still slept. He stood up muttering "Where the absolute FUCK am I?" Then his gaze fell upon a large stone column or pillar, planted firmly in a slight hummock within the larger clearing. No, figure out what's going on, then satisfy curiosity He thought to himself as he considered heading straight for the pillar. He called out to the two females, and called out

"'Hey! Are y'all alright? Any ideas where the Hell we are?" his strident voice with a bit of Tennessean accent laced through it ringing through the still air.

He then checked on the nearest sleeping person, checking pulse and breathing.

Victoria was locked in a cell it's bars thick and the door locked tight. She banged on the door but no one heard, no one came. She was alone and trapped no way out when a lockpick appeared in her hand.
"I'm the only way out...Use me" the lockpick whispered
" No! Never again!" Victoria yelled as she threw the lockpick.
To her horror the lockpick appeared back in her hand.

But then it all faded as she felt a hand upon her. She woke with a start staring into the face of some guy she didn't know.
"Get off me!" She ordered attempting to smack the unknown man away unaware in her current state he was just making sure she was alive. She didn't even realize where she was as her just woken up brain could only focus on the man above her.

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"Joseph, if you don't stop me I won't hesitate to end their lives. I won't even bat an eye at..."

Joseph cut the man off with a fierce roar built from years and years of pain, "Good, neither will I... They've put me through too much for me to care anymore. I'm tired of all this shit. I just want a life where I can be free, free of all the drama... Free from them and all those like them... The pretenders..."

Joseph stood on that wooden bridge just as he watched the man dressed in black slit the throat of the woman he once thought the world of, how could he not? After all, she is his mother. How could he have not loved her from birth? Isn't it the natural thing to do? That was, at least, until he realized just what she was doing to him and all his siblings. He could find no love for her anymore and he really didn't want to. Joseph continued to stand on that bridge as the men dressed in black began slowly killing every single one of...

That distinct scent of wild grass, morning dew and sweet flowers filled Joseph with a sudden burst of emotion. The smells were not unlike something he had smelled before, but they were... different somehow... Joseph tried to open his eyes, but they seemed to resist him as though he was no longer the master of his own body. A quick stab of fear plunged into his heart.

I guess it happened, I'm finally done running the race.

In that moment. In that quiet, calm and tranquil moment Joseph felt... Alive, but not the kind of alive that meant a heart beating a breath being taken. The kind of alive Joseph hadn't felt for, well, since that day.

"'Hey! Are y'all alright? Any ideas where the Hell we are?"

What? Who was that? Farmer...?

Joseph slowly lifted his body from what felt as though an eternal slumber. This time, his eyes opened with ease. All around him all he saw were people, none looking familiar to him. Wait, that IS Farmer, how did he... Why is he... Where... Joseph lacked the heart to finish that final thought. None of that matters right now. What does matter is safety and I have none.

Joseph jumped up feeling invigorated almost... enraged? As though he had lost control of his own body once again, but not a lack of movement, rather, only movement. Joseph couldn't think, couldn't feel. He didn't need to, what he needed now was safety, security, some way to protect himself and those he... Wait... Alissa... Jonathan... Mom? It was in that moment that Joseph had come to the realization that he had lost those who actually did care about him, those he could trust. However, in this moment his body did not cease it's movement. Joseph was still running, searching, he had to find it.

What felt like an eternity had passed during his search and he had found nothing to truly protect himself with. Well, if I can't defend myself I might as well hide myself. Joseph quickly found the nearest tree and began to climb. Still, in the distance he waited and watched as the others began moving around. Some, attempting to resuscitate the others and still some making almost no movement at all.

I'm... crying... Why? Isn't this what I wanted? No more ghosts from my past to haunt me. Maybe I can find it. Peace.