Olivia Edwards ☆ Isabel Evans (orphanalien) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-09-19 17:28:00 |
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Who. Olivia Edwards
What. A search party in dreams
Where. Her bedroom and the subconscious
When. Monday night, September 19th 2011
Warnings. None
Things were looking grim for the Roswell aliens. So grim that Olivia and Isabel weren't sure what to do other then rely on what they already knew how to do, so for the past few days they'd done the same thing. She said goodnight to her parents, she got in her bed, and she searched through the world of dreams.
By now Olivia was so well practiced in Isabel's gifts that it was as easy as falling asleep herself. She pointed to a picture of Isaiah that Jordan had given her, closed her eyes, and away she went. Stepping through the fog of her own subconscious and latching onto his with all the strength she could muster.
At first? There was nothing. Every night since Jordan had told her Isaiah was missing, Olivia hadn't been able to pick up anything. It was strange, but she'd reasoned to herself at the time that maybe she was just catching him at all the times that he was awake. Isabel had managed to dream walk Max once when Max was still awake though heavily drugged, but Olivia had never managed it before so she clung to her blind faith that she just had bad timing.
Tonight was different.
"Isaiah?" Olivia's voice was small and uncertain, cutting through the darkness like a knife as she looked around nervously. She was suddenly in a room, not a room that she recognized from any of her visits to Jordan's new house. It was a room with no windows and no light of any kind, she had to squint and stand still for a minute before her eyes could adjust. The place smelled like dirt and iron.
Then she heard a sound that immediately made her jump and she let out a small shriek as she stepped back and nearly tripped over something. Someone.
"Help me." The voice was male, but so weak that it sent a shiver through Olivia's spine and after she regained her footing she bent down to get a look at who it was. It was Jordan's dad.
"Oh my god. Oh my- Um. Don't worry Mr. Jones, I'm going to get you out of here," she tried to reassure him as firmly as possibly, but she knew there was nothing she could do. This was a dream. Try as she might, she couldn't just drag him out of it, she didn't have that kind of power.
His back was bent, his body hunched over on the floor. His hair was matted and it looked like his hands were tied behind his back. Olivia tried to undo them but she couldn't get her fingers to stop shaking. "Ugh- SHIT." Now she was panicking. "Isaiah, where are you? Just tell me where you are and we'll get you out of there! We can save you." He finally looked up at her and she saw that his face was covered in blood and his mouth was gagged. Olivia's eyes opened wide with horror and then she saw something out of the corner of her eye that made her jump back with a scream and wake herself up.
A Skin.
Olivia came to on her own bed, sitting up with a gasp as she tried to get the image of the dissolving husk out of her head while she fumbled for her phone and dialed Jordan's number.
"Jordan?" Her voice cracked on the last syllable. "We've got a problem."