Cordelia Chase takes crap from no one. (thisismyofframp) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2012-12-19 12:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | cordelia chase |
who | Cordelia Chase
what | A vision of things to come.
when | Mid-morning.
where | Her and Owen's apartment.
rating | PGish (to be safe)
status | Complete; Narrative
Even though it had been nothing more than a way to manipulate her into being bodyjacked by a rogue higher power, every time she had a vision Cordelia still felt a small bit of gratitude toward Skip for having demonized her. It was nice, to be able to sense the vision coming and not have to scramble to put down whatever she was holding so she didn't drop it when she collapsed to the floor in agony. And sure, there were times when the levitating side effect was a bit of a pain, especially when in public, but even that was starting to become less of an issue as she learned how to keep it under control.
So, needless to say, when she felt the beginnings of a vision while staring at a list of potential things to get Owen for Christmas, she really wasn't too worried about it. The coffee she was drinking wasn't going to get spilled, the list wasn't going to be ripped into tiny pieces as her hands spasmed and tried to claw at anything to make the pain stop. No, she was just going to have a vision, write down what she saw and, if it was a big enough situation that was coming, pass the information along to City Hall so they could begin preparing. Any other plans for what she might do if the vision was on a smaller scale was cut short as the images began to flash before her mind's eye, but she still wasn't overly worried about any of it.
And then, just like that, Cordelia was immersed in images of the future.
The first few things she saw weren't too terrible. Mostly images of statues - the sort typically found in cemeteries - of varying shapes and sizes. Some were covering their faces, some were reaching out as though trying to touch someone. Sure, there was a lot of them, and they definitely weren't in a cemetery, but it wasn't as though they were actively hurting anyone. In fact, Cordelia couldn't see a single person around them. Just a bunch of statues in the park.
Unfortunately, the vision didn't stay that mild for long. The statues were still there, but so was something else. Something dark and terrifying, wearing a suit and sporting a fact that lacked a mouth. She didn't recognize them but she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that she wanted nothing to do with them. They were bad news. They were... what was it she had been so worried about again? She wasn't sure. It was just a bunch of statues, after all.
And something else. Not in the park, though. No, now she was seeing the streets of the city, watching as strange looking things with plungers and whisks for arms rolled along, repeating a singular word in a high-pitched tone that sent shivers up her spine. They weren't alone, either. Those creepy things in the suits were there, too. The ones she hadn't liked who had been hanging out with the statues. Once again, the rest of the vision seemed to fade into the background as she stared at them, too afraid to turn her back even though she logically knew that none of it was really happening. She didn't care. They were creepy and... wait. Why was she so nervous about a bunch of high-pitched robots with whisks and plungers for arms? They looked like something an art student would build for a display or something. They weren't that scary at all.
Neither were the humanoid robots that were marching down the neighborhood streets. Sure, the way they moved was a little unnerving, but they were just robots. They weren't even hurting anyone.
Except that changed soon enough. Because no sooner had she decided they weren't a threat, the scenery changed. She wasn't sure what part of Colligo she was seeing, though. It was too dark, too chaotic, to figure it out. People were screaming and running, bodies littered the streets. Buildings were in various stages of destruction. All-in-all, it looked like the world was coming to an end.
And standing there, amidst the rubble, was a singular creepy mouthless thing in the suit. Cordelia froze at the sight of it, once again forgetting that she wasn't actually in any danger from it. She might have realized as much, eventually, if it didn't do something that nothing had ever done before in any vision she'd ever had.
Slowly, it turned... and looked directly at her.
Opening her mouth, she began to scream. She couldn't help it. The fear was too great, the desire to flee while knowing she couldn't was more than she could handle. So she screamed as loudly as she could, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear her and maybe help.
Which was when she found herself once again sitting in her apartment, her cup of coffee still beside her and the list of Owen's potential gifts right where she'd left it. Frowning in confusion, Cordelia looked around. What was going on? Why were her hands shaking and her heart racing so hard? Where was the vision she was supposed to have? She could have sworn she felt one coming on.
"Ugh. Stupid PTB. Make up your freaking minds, already. I-" Her mini-rant stopped abruptly when she dropped her attention back to the list in front of her. Right there, in the middle of the page, there was a singular word that she did not remember writing.
Soon.
For a moment, she did nothing more than stare at the word. Then, she did the only thing she could think to do. She reached for her PDA, bound and determined to figure out how in the hell she had just had an entire vision, was coherent enough to leave a warning for herself, yet didn't remember a damn thing about it.