The New York streets were crowded, beside her, her mother, Meredith walked beside her, hand on her jacket. The both of them had various bags hooked on their arms, as if they had been shopping. The warlock was leading the way back to her apartment in the city, and they were animatedly talking about random things. The stuff they had bought, the holiday coming up, and various other things that avoided the painful subject of her brother and how he most likely would not be spending the holidays with them, given Beleth was still parading around in his body. They walked like that for a long time.
As she rounded the corner that led to her apartment... she realized that the pressure of her mother's hand was gone, and that at some point her voice had faded away. She came to a stop, and turned on her heel. "Mom?" The words fell on the empty alley, and a panic began to rise within her. Without hesitation, she darted back out onto the once busy street to find it completely empty, devoid of anyone.
"MOM." The yell echoed through the street, falling on nothing but food carts that still stayed where they had been, and trash that littered the street. An eerie silence was the only response she received.
"Mommy!" Suddenly the buildings seemed to stretch far above her, perspective skewed in almost a cartoonish manner. Her voice sounded younger, smaller. The atmosphere seemed to change, from normal blue winter sky, to dark and looming, ominous clouds. She was no longer a woman of 23 years, but instead a girl of 5. Panic raced through her, making her heart rate fast, and her feet race faster across the empty desolate road. Her mommy was gone, with no one around to ask for help. It was terrifying. Finally as she ran. She slowed, and ducked down an alley, where she paused a few paces in. It was dark, scary and she didn't want to go any further.
"Zynnara!" Her name echoed through the alleyway, in her mother?s voice. She jerked, sharp little cat's eyes searching for the source. "Zynnara, listen to me okay? Are you listening?" The words echoed around her, she felt Phantom hands on her shoulders, shaking them. "Mommy!" Confusion blossomed across her face as she stretched her hand out in front of her, searching for someone she could not see. She grasped at empty air for several seconds before she realized that it was such. ?I need you to stay here, okay? Stay here, Don?t move. Mommy will be back in a few minutes, okay? Don?t move from this spot, okay?? With that, her mother?s presence faded away, as did the pressure on her shoulders.
When she glanced up, she was elsewhere. An alleyway. The walls stretched and loomed, and there was a dumpster that looked like it was hungry and would swallow her whole.Her mommy was gone. Where was she? She slowly inched her way towards the dumpster, ever cautious. A couple moments later her attention was caught by something on the ground. Closer inspection revealed it to be someone, with bouncy black curls and pale skin. Blood pooled beneath her. "Mommy?" Her voice was small, terror laced it. She knew which mommy this one was... it was the one that she did not search for. Distant thoughts tugged at her mind, and she shook her head to clear them. And when she looked again, her brother, Rinn was looming over Imogen's body, a wide smirk pulling at his face. She took half a step back, and looked back to the woman on the ground, only this time the features had changed. The black curls were nothing but slight waves, and her frame was thin, worn down.
The terror that flooded through her felt like it swallowed her whole. "MOMMY!" The word came out in a strangled shreik, before her little limbs carried her towards the form, and she dropped to her knees. She stretched to pull her so that she was on her back. There was no rise and fall of her chest, no sound of breaths. Her skin was still warm, but there was no life in her peaceful bloodstained face.
"Mommy."
Silence.
"Mommy please. Wake up. Please wake up." This time the words were sobbed in that heart wrenching manner that only kids were able to achieve. Her grief was raw, and poured down her cheeks in salty trails. She shook the woman and her head lulled with the motions.
"They're both gone little witch. They are dead. And I will keep coming after everyone that you care about. I will kill them one by one, until you are able to make my existence on this plane cease." Her face tilted up to peer at the demon inhabiting her brother, the yellow in his eyes foreign and unfamiliar. "But... but why?" The word was laced with a tone that was very much 'that's not fair.'
?Because I can. Because It?s fun, watching you wallow in misery. I can keep going here.? He twirled his finger in a circle, and she blinked. In place of the older Rinn, was one about the age she was. He stood before her, with wide solemn eyes. ?Zynnie. Help me. Please. He?s coming for me.? She paused, and stared for a moment. ?Rinn! I?m here. I?m here!? And with that, she stretched reached out to grab him. But instead of accomplishing this, she fell into blackness that swallowed her up.
December 18th, Early Morning- 3 am.
She bolted up in bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged sobs. Sweat drenched her, there was a static charge in the air, and a panic that settled deep within her, that the dream was not just simply a dream, but a warning of something that would come about.
And she was at loss with how to stop the demon, before he started taking people from her, one by one.
As she rounded the corner that led to her apartment... she realized that the pressure of her mother's hand was gone, and that at some point her voice had faded away. She came to a stop, and turned on her heel. "Mom?" The words fell on the empty alley, and a panic began to rise within her. Without hesitation, she darted back out onto the once busy street to find it completely empty, devoid of anyone.
"MOM." The yell echoed through the street, falling on nothing but food carts that still stayed where they had been, and trash that littered the street. An eerie silence was the only response she received.
"Mommy!" Suddenly the buildings seemed to stretch far above her, perspective skewed in almost a cartoonish manner. Her voice sounded younger, smaller. The atmosphere seemed to change, from normal blue winter sky, to dark and looming, ominous clouds. She was no longer a woman of 23 years, but instead a girl of 5. Panic raced through her, making her heart rate fast, and her feet race faster across the empty desolate road. Her mommy was gone, with no one around to ask for help. It was terrifying. Finally as she ran. She slowed, and ducked down an alley, where she paused a few paces in. It was dark, scary and she didn't want to go any further.
"Zynnara!" Her name echoed through the alleyway, in her mother?s voice. She jerked, sharp little cat's eyes searching for the source. "Zynnara, listen to me okay? Are you listening?" The words echoed around her, she felt Phantom hands on her shoulders, shaking them. "Mommy!" Confusion blossomed across her face as she stretched her hand out in front of her, searching for someone she could not see. She grasped at empty air for several seconds before she realized that it was such. ?I need you to stay here, okay? Stay here, Don?t move. Mommy will be back in a few minutes, okay? Don?t move from this spot, okay?? With that, her mother?s presence faded away, as did the pressure on her shoulders.
When she glanced up, she was elsewhere. An alleyway. The walls stretched and loomed, and there was a dumpster that looked like it was hungry and would swallow her whole.Her mommy was gone. Where was she? She slowly inched her way towards the dumpster, ever cautious. A couple moments later her attention was caught by something on the ground. Closer inspection revealed it to be someone, with bouncy black curls and pale skin. Blood pooled beneath her. "Mommy?" Her voice was small, terror laced it. She knew which mommy this one was... it was the one that she did not search for. Distant thoughts tugged at her mind, and she shook her head to clear them. And when she looked again, her brother, Rinn was looming over Imogen's body, a wide smirk pulling at his face. She took half a step back, and looked back to the woman on the ground, only this time the features had changed. The black curls were nothing but slight waves, and her frame was thin, worn down.
The terror that flooded through her felt like it swallowed her whole. "MOMMY!" The word came out in a strangled shreik, before her little limbs carried her towards the form, and she dropped to her knees. She stretched to pull her so that she was on her back. There was no rise and fall of her chest, no sound of breaths. Her skin was still warm, but there was no life in her peaceful bloodstained face.
"Mommy."
Silence.
"Mommy please. Wake up. Please wake up." This time the words were sobbed in that heart wrenching manner that only kids were able to achieve. Her grief was raw, and poured down her cheeks in salty trails. She shook the woman and her head lulled with the motions.
"They're both gone little witch. They are dead. And I will keep coming after everyone that you care about. I will kill them one by one, until you are able to make my existence on this plane cease." Her face tilted up to peer at the demon inhabiting her brother, the yellow in his eyes foreign and unfamiliar. "But... but why?" The word was laced with a tone that was very much 'that's not fair.'
?Because I can. Because It?s fun, watching you wallow in misery. I can keep going here.? He twirled his finger in a circle, and she blinked. In place of the older Rinn, was one about the age she was. He stood before her, with wide solemn eyes. ?Zynnie. Help me. Please. He?s coming for me.? She paused, and stared for a moment. ?Rinn! I?m here. I?m here!? And with that, she stretched reached out to grab him. But instead of accomplishing this, she fell into blackness that swallowed her up.
December 18th, Early Morning- 3 am.
She bolted up in bed, her heart pounding, her breath coming in ragged sobs. Sweat drenched her, there was a static charge in the air, and a panic that settled deep within her, that the dream was not just simply a dream, but a warning of something that would come about.
And she was at loss with how to stop the demon, before he started taking people from her, one by one.