allison argent knows the price (ofgreatness) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2014-01-29 10:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | allison argent, jane shepard |
WHO: Allison Argent and Jane Shepard
WHAT: Fun times with hallucinations
WHERE:The woods
WHEN: Wednesday, afternoon
RATINGS: Mentions of torture and death, you know, Wednesday stuff
To say that Allison hadn't been sleeping well would be an understatement. It'd been weeks since the nightmares had started. Which had been bad enough on their own but at least it'd been something she could hide a little bit better. She could wake up and pretend like nothing had happened and go on with her day. Lately though, that had been a little harder. Lately her hands had started to shake, lately the image of her Aunt wasn't restricted just to the dreams she could shove aside in the morning. Lately it was getting damn near impossible to think that drowning herself in an ice bath didn't come with consequences she wasn't sure she could handle. Since coming to Storybrooke Allison had made good use of the gun and archery range. It had been nice having a place to practice with others who appreciated the bow the way she did. However she'd stopped going for the past bit. She couldn't stop the shake in her hands and she hadn't wanted to deal with the questions that would come from it. So instead she'd been finding herself in the woods most days after school for the past week. It was depressing really, to loose an arrow and watch it fall so completely short of the tree she'd been aiming for. There was a saying that doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results was a sign of insanity, and in that case she'd lost her sanity days ago. She felt useless, broken, less than herself and she absolutely hated it. So she'd stand there for hours and keep shooting until something would stick. When another arrow made its way to the ground about three feet from its mark she sighed heavily and let her bow fall to her side. Allison glanced up at the afternoon sky and closed her eyes against the faint warmth of the sun. Suddenly the temperature dropped considerably and Allison's eyes darted open to see her breath visible in the air. She glanced around, wide eyed. Something was not right. The same, now familiar, pit in her stomach that tended to accompany her episodes. Allison's grip tightened on her bow and she reached down to grab an arrow from the quiver at her feet - not that she really thought it'd do much good for her. When she stood back up the woods had suddenly shifted to those she recognized from home. The sun was long gone and Allison let out a slow breath, listening to the sounds she'd long since come to equate with the woods just outside Beacon Hills. A flash of someone running past caught her eye and Allison barely paused before she took after it. The dry grass and leaves crunched under her feet as she chased the shadowy figure and then a anguished scream ripped through the air, stopping her dead in her tracks. It ran through the air again and Allison recognized the voice. "Isaac -" she breathed out and took off in the direction she had heard the scream from. She came upon the remnants of the Hale house, just as it was back home, and stopped for a moment before she walked up the stairs and into the shell of the house. "Isaac?" she called out as she walked into the house. Another screamed answered her and Allison rushed into the next room. She found Isaac strapped to a piece of fencing, wires threaded through it, his body limp, and the hum of electricity made Allison want to vomit. "Oh, God," she muttered and she moved over to the fence, her eyes traced over the wires trying to find the way to dismantle it without killing herself in the process. "Pathetic, Allison," came her Aunt's voice from the other side of the room and before Allison could even turn to look another current of electricity ran through the fence, causing Isaac's limp body to shake violently. "Stop it!" Allison yelled and turned to face her Aunt. Kate stood before her, hand on a switch that she flipped off when Allison had turned. Allison tried to ignore the gaping hole where her Aunt's throat had once been, before Peter had ripped it out. "Another damn wolf, Allison, really?" Kate asked, her voice filled with contempt and she flipped the switch again. Allison's head darted around to watch Isaac's body go into spasms again, a hand came up to her mouth and her own body shook. "Kate, stop!" she yelled once more and turned back to her Aunt. "Please... stop..." she said, this time quieter as she blinked back tears. She just wanted it to end. All of it. "Please..." Kate shook her head. "You're a sorry excuse for an Argent, Allison," Kate spat out. "You should know better, the only good werewolf is a dead werewolf - " "I said STOP!" Allison screamed out and without even thinking, by instinct alone and the sheer overwhelming need to save her friend she raised her bow and shot the arrow she had brought with her. Unlike before it flew straight and true and before it could strike Kate, she faded into nothing, along with the house, with the fence and with Isaac and the sun peered back through the trees and all that was left was the thunk as the arrow hit a tree. Allison let out a squeak of a breath and dropped. She fell to the ground and her body trembled as she pulled her knees up to her chest. She felt like she was losing her goddamn mind and she honestly wasn't sure how much longer she could take it. |