brokenmirror (brokenmirror) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-12-17 14:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | glory, niki/jessica sanders (future), peter petrelli (future) |
WHO: Niki Sanders, Glory and now OPEN to the Hyperion
WHAT: The Hellgod starts making her presence known.
WHEN: Wednesday evening.
WHERE: A grocery store
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Niki and Glory log COMPLETE- now OPEN to the Hyperion
WARNINGS: Glory's done what she does best. Psychotic episodes now in progress.
Niki had fallen into the world's most mundane routine. Go to work, do her shift, come home, look after the four kids she now had living with her. It was routine, it was regular and she loved it, even if there was the odd occasion she had to beat up a demon bar to help try to rescue her ex. And admittedly her job dancing on stage and taking her clothes off wasn't exactly standard, but it paid the bills and even allowed her to start thinking of moving to a bigger place so each of the kids could have their own room. Going to Peter and Sarah's wedding had been strange, but ultimately in a good way. She was pleased for them. Even in the privacy of her own mind where she could be free to be petty if she wanted to be, she was pleased. As much as she missed Mal, having her son back in her life was the most she could ever possibly want.
Tonight was another night of absurd normality. It was several hours before her shift was due to start and she'd suddenly realized they were out of milk for the kids' breakfasts. With a quick call out to Micah to let him know where she was going she grabbed her purse and hurried out to the nearest store, anxious to get there before it closed.
Glory had still not stopped being furious at the Slayer and the Champion. They'd played her. HER. The Great and occasionally even Merciful Glorificus. They'd set her up against that horrible preacher man knowing they'd fight and one would win.
Obviously her, cause...God.
But he'd actually given her a fight, a proper fight, she'd had a bruise and everything. So totally uncalled for.
She was looking for the Slayers now, or her Key. Hell even that vampire with the disturbing hair. He'd been fun before.
"Come on Slayers" she began "Lights shifting in the darkest morning" she shook her head, things were starting to get foggy in there.
Her eyes fell on the convenience store. Still open. Good. It'd have people inside. Brainwaves all ready for her.
"Many many miles to go" she told herself, and made her way inside the store.
Niki mentally ran through her shopping list as she grabbed the largest carton of milk and some breakfast cereal and bread. It seemed they got through the basics so quickly these days. She'd have to find time to do a proper grocery shop soon before they ran out. She didn't want to be accused of anything like negligence after all. It was hard enough, looking over her shoulder for Social Services to object to the idea of four children, only one biologically hers, living with a stripper.
She was busy rummaging in her purse for some cash when she bumped into the blonde woman in a red dress, muttering to herself as she entered the store.
"Oh, sorry," she glanced up at the woman. There was something familiar about her, like she'd seen the image somewhere before. But for the life of her Niki couldn't remember where. She frowned slightly as she took a good look at her.
"Are you ok?"
Glory tilted her head slightly at the other blonde and the groceries she was carrying and nodded slowly.
"Not okay little whore...coursing crazy little Preacher man, clinging on inside my head like there’s no tomorrow, Doesn't like sharing with my gentle Ben, not at all. But he's fading like bad smells do"
She swung a hand up trying to move for the woman’s head, clarity, she needed clarity, wash the preacher right out of her mind.
"Ok, first up, not a whore," Niki snapped before she ducked away from the blow, dropping the bag of groceries to focus on the attack. It was then she realized where she'd seen the woman before, on the boards ranting about keys and dimensions.
She took a deep breath, focusing on her attacker. She wasn't really a fighter by trade, but working as a dancer for years had left her with a flexible enough body. And the super strength came in handy. She had the strength to tear down walls, which was pretty fun. She just hoped it would be enough here.
Drawing back her fist she remembered all the training from Peter back in the day as she threw her punch, aiming squarely for the other woman's jaw.
The punch connected.
The woman was strong, really strong. Like...not human strong even if Glory could tell that she was human.
"Ok Ow!" said the hellgod irritated, stomping her foot and causing a crack to form all across the floor, shelves of groceries collapsing in on themselves, smashing jars and packets on the floor even as they did.
The second time she moved to swing but instead of doing so stepped round behind the woman and lifted her hands to the woman’s temples pushing with a mystical strength, not hurting the woman of course just her mind. Glory screamed but happily, she needed this more than the mortal. A LOT more.
There was nothing Niki could do to stop it. Nothing she could do to protect herself from the attack that caused a strange light to appear at her head as she felt the fingers push through in a way that wasn't physical. It felt more like when DL had used his phasing ability on her to grip her heart.
Though he'd always had that.
Then he died, everyone died.
And the crawling itch in her brain began to grow.
She screamed, or she thought she did. Strong, like Superman strong, but there was nothing she could do to stop it.
"No, no..." it was more of a mumble than words. "Crawling, crawling all over me, in the head, through the brain, make it stop, make it stop."
Glory finally freed the woman, her own mind clear, focused. Together. Even if there had been two sets of thoughts, she'd taken what she needed from both, and it had done her a world of good. Oh she felt strong again.
"Needed the pick me up sweetie, nothing personal" she explained to the now gibbering blonde and looked around the store her eyes falling on a punnet of grapes. Grapes, she hadn't had those in a while.
She picked it up looking over toward the cash register, and the scared little teen hiding behind it.
"Might wanna get her somewhere safe...Big town, lot of crazies" she commented and dropped Niki, striding out of the store.
Back to the Slayer hunt.
Niki fell to the floor, unable to stand any more as the crawling in her brain grew, scratching at the inside of her skull. Dimly she heard cries for people to call for an ambulance, was vaguely aware of being strapped onto a stretcher and driven to the nearest hospital. Still the crawling grew, all over her. Couldn't they see it? Why wouldn't they make the crawling stop?
"Ma'am?" A doctor was leaning over her and talking to her. "Ma'am, can you tell me your name?"
It wouldn't stop, it had to stop, crawling always crawling all over her, inside of her, through the nose to the brain, in her mouth, under her tongue, make them stop.
"No...." she mumbled, incoherently, before becoming more and more agitated. "No, no, no."
The voices were whispering, such naughty dirty things as they sneaked into her head. Niki tugged against the restraints, snapping them easily as her mumblings became screams.
"Hold her down."
She didn't know where the shout came from, only knew of the hands that added to the crawling. The touches burned as her screams grew, her arm lashing out to send the orderly flying.
"The mice are going to kill the cat, sneaksy mouses crawl through your eyes."
"What's she been doing, PCP?"
More hands to hold her down, a needle piercing her skin. Sedatives felt like ice, icicles forming in her veins. Didn't stop the crawling, why wouldn't that stop, stupid, itching icicles.
Her struggles became weaker as the orderly went through her purse.
"Here, some ID," he held out the drivers license to the doctor. "And there's this card too, with some guys name written on it."
The doctor took the card, still slightly shaken by the woman's psychotic episode, before turning for the phone and dialing the number.
"Hello, Hyperion?" He said as soon as someone picked up. "I'm looking for a Peter Petrelli. I believe we have someone he knows here at Pacific Hospital. Can you tell me if you know a Nicole Sanders?"