[FTM] Witch
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deep_red_bells[companion piece to this]
Part of her--and it is, perhaps, a very large part--wants nothing more than to run screaming from the house.
It's one thing to hear that she's special. To see awful things in her dreams. To be told that those awful things are, in fact, memories--not hers, but memories of people like her.
It's one thing to be told that the monsters in her dreams are real. It's quite another to have a group of people...her friends...carry a decapitated head into the kitchen and toss it into a bowl. And while everyone else is far from calm, no one's freaking out quite as much as she wants to. It's too much. It's too damn much. This is the thing she went looking for. This is the thing that did this to her.
This is the life she's been trying so hard to remember.
Her teeth cut hard into her knuckle as she fights off the urge to...something. Scream. Cry. Run. Throw up. Curl up in the corner and cover her head and with her hands and wait until it all goes away.
Instead she watches Tatiana pick up a heavy leather book and cradle it in one arm while picking up some sort of crystal in the other hand. She begins speaking in a fluid language that Baileigh doesn't recognize. It's beautiful but also frightening. She can feel something moving through the air, and it's terrifying.
The head in the bowl begins to smoke. She bites her lower lip to keep from whimpering. She wonders if she's the only one in the room having trouble breathing.
Tatiana stops speaking, and nothing happens.
...Oh God. It didn't work.
There's crushing disappointment, followed by something that almost feels like...relief. Then guilt from the relief. Everyone was so sure it could be fixed, but if it can't be...she can start over. She can make new memories. She loves these people, the people in her life, her friends, her family. She doesn't remember them, but part of her still loves them. She can build everything again, a life without monsters and magic and severed heads dripping inky blood on her kitchen counter. I don't want that life back. I have everything else. I don't need it, I don't need it.
Tatiana begins speaking again and the surge of fear and anticipation returns. She goes over every word with painstaking care.
Nothing happens.
It isn't going to work. Baileigh's prepared herself for this. She's spent all of her energy preparing herself for things not to work, rather than hoping so hard that it will. She edges away from Merle and towards Sark, intending to catch his hand and stop his pacing and...she doesn't know. Comfort him somehow.
And then Tatiana's eyes go black as pitch, and the sight halts her progress rather abruptly. She backs away instead, until she can feel the solid space of wall pressing against her, holding her up. Oh dear God, she thinks as the strange, sharp words flow through the room again. She really is a witch.
Tatiana utters a final word, almost too quietly to be understood. "Obey."
The world explodes.
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Her head hurts.
Pounds. Every heartbeat like a hammer to her temples. Boom boom. Boom boom. Boom boom.
She knows better than to try and stand right away, this time. She keeps her eyes shut, takes a few deep, slow breaths, in through the nose, out through the mouth, and tries to stand only when she's sure she isn't going to throw up in the corner.
"...You could've warned me it was gonna hurt like that," she groused, accepting the help of whichever hand firsts grasps hers and the clinging embrace that follows.
It's good to be home. She's damn sure of that.
Demon head on the counter and all.
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*runs*
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Date: 2009-01-26 03:28 am (UTC)Maybe Griff needs to be cloned. Must consult with Sarge on that.
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Date: 2009-01-26 10:44 am (UTC)And Peter's quietly having a nervous breakdown over in the corner with Hiro keeping an eye on him. He at least finally remembered to text Adam, since he kind of forgot to mention where he was running off to...
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Date: 2009-01-27 01:18 am (UTC)They were the most powerful, with distance weapons and all -- neither of them thought about the fact they're both empaths and telepaths, and the thing goes after MINDS *g*