Helena Wells-Quinzel is H.G. Wells (indelibleink) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-10-31 14:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, h g wells |
Who: Helena
What: Her dreams are taking a toll on her waking life.
When: October 31st
Where: Her house
Warnings: Mentions of stalking, and insinuating violence
Status: Narrative; complete
The other shoe had finally dropped in her dreams. Her dream self had gained access to Warehouse 2, buried beneath the sands of Egypt, and subsequently betrayed Myka and Pete to take the piece of the Minoan Trident that was hidden there. There had been a time where Helena had thought her dream self wasn't going to go through with her plan. She'd seen the way she'd grown close to Myka, even fell in love with her, though she hadn't realized it. But as an outside viewer, Helena could see it. The love was there, and she had thought it would keep her from doing what she'd planned. But it hadn't been. She'd been so wrapped up in grief and anger to let herself embrace love.
Helena sat in her living room, her laptop on her lap and she was doing some research on that man she'd seen and had, on occasion, been following to learn his movements. She was becoming obsessed the same way her dream self had. The anger she felt over the man she'd crossed paths with was taking control of her. But this was where she was like her dream self. Helena had two faces, one that she showed the world, presenting herself as a collected, nice woman. The other was a darker, more ruthless one. It was the dark side of herself that she'd been developing because of her dreams. Currently, it was that darker side that was in control as she learned about this man, and as she planned out what to do with him.
All of this because he bore a resemblance to one of the men who had killed her daughter in her dreams. No matter what, she wasn't going to let go of that. As a mother who would do anything to keep her child safe, and the fact that Christina had been her entire world the past decade only strengthened her hate for the man. The grief her dream self had over the death of her daughter was one that had seeped into Helena's waking life. She felt that grief, which was potentially made all the more potent to her because she'd sent Christina back to England with her parents in the summer. Her daughter wasn't here, and she missed her more than really talked about. Of course, she'd said she missed Christina, even got emotional about it now and then, but it ran deeper than she typically said. Sharing Skype calls with Christina wasn't enough. Helena needed her daughter there so she could hold her and know she was okay.
The more she poured over this man, the more angry she got. It burned in her heart, and she was more than wanting to get her hands on the man and let him know what happened to someone who killed an innocent little girl. Of course, that was her dream self talking. More and more she'd become her dream self, letting the anger and grief overtake her. Helena had been pliable to it considering that she'd left herself open to it all with her daughter being back in England. It had been the reason she'd asked Svetlana a while back to be her conscience. She'd realized the danger, what could possibly happen to her if she couldn't keep control of herself. And she was banking on the fact that her friend would stop her if worse came to worse. Harley had also done what she could to stop her from doing some bad things. Such as the man she'd threatened to castrate, Harley had stopped her from crossing the line there.
But Helena knew the longer that this went on, the more her dreams drew to a head now that she would put the Minoan Trident together, the more dangerous she would become. More and more she was falling into herself, letting her emotions from her dreams control her instead of it being the other way around. Normally, she could control her emotions well, but lately, she couldn't and thus why she was where she was currently. And things could only go downhill from here as she couldn't pull herself out of it. She was too entrenched in her dream self, in wanting to track this man down.
Someone needed to save her from herself. And she only hoped that it happened before she crossed the line.