Mar. 1st, 2008


Waking up is so hard to do...

Brigitte woke up with a scream. Another nightmare, another dream about her sister Ginger that ended horribly. For a few seconds she just sat on the pavement screaming before she could finally calm the fuck down. Even then the world wasn't silent as Brigitte heard her own heart beat like thunder in her ears and her own raspy breathing. Calm down! It was just a dream! she ordered herself. The teenager longed to say that it wasn't real but she couldn't. She had dreamed about Ginger's death and as much as it pained her, Ginger's death was a solid fact in her life.

Just as the fact that Brigitte was no longer at Happier Times Clinic. Like a wave memories of being abducted flooded her brain and she shut her eyes in a futile attempt to stop them from coming. Men in black suits grabbing her, shoving a needle in her arm and her body growing limp. Her eyes scanned the city, her mouth dropped open in shock. What the fuck was this shit? Who had taken her and why had they brought her here of all places? It was like something you'd see in the movies, some sort of spy flick which had Brigitte wondering: Where those guys with the government? "Too weird", Brigitte murmured as she climbed to her feet.

Feeling as dazed as she was confused, Brigitte started walking around and looking up at the buildings around her. One was huge with a neatly manicured lawn and as Brigitte drew closer she saw the words Ash Valley Hospital on a near by sign. "Ash Valley?" the werewolf read out loud, her tone clearly confused.

She wasn't in Happier times anymore and Brigitte strongly suspected she wasn't near Winnipeg either or Bailey Downs.

Brigitte also realized she wasn't alone any more either.