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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 27, 2010 17:30:42 GMT -5
Bryan smiled. "You're welcome. If you need anything, I'll be in my room, alright?" he asked, standing in the doorway.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 10:02:23 GMT -5
"Thank you" She told him before going about her nightly rutine. As soon as she layed down and put her head on the pillow she was asleep.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 10:09:13 GMT -5
Bryan shut his bedroom door behind him and sighed. He then started taking off his gloves. Slipping his hand out, he started massaging it. As his fingers spread apart, thin membranes slowly stretched back between the fingers, a sort of Robin's Egg blue in color. He looked at his hands a moment, running a finger over each of them, making sure that there weren't any tears or holes in them. Wearing those gloves all the time were starting to wear them out.
He sighed heavily and started to get ready for bed.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 10:17:36 GMT -5
She bolted upright in bed. Everything was strange. This wasn't her bed. This wasn't her room. this wasn't her house. they must have found her. But why wasn't she in a cell. None of it made sense. Her still sleep addled brain was suddenly cleared and in a flash she remembered where she was and the events of the day before. It took a few moments to calm herself down and once she did she looked at the clock on the night stand to see that it read 6:15. Every morning she woke up at the exact same time from nightmares.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 10:30:24 GMT -5
Bryan was still asleep, sprawled out on his bed. His hands partially hidden under the pillow. His hair parting partially to reveal gills behind his ears.
He moaned softly in his sleep, dreaming of the fear and confusion around the day his mum died. He was ducking away from Daleks and Cybermen, though it took some research later in life to find that out, while also trying to find his mother.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 10:46:36 GMT -5
She sat there for a while even after her breath had evened out before she began to dig through her bag looking for her book. It took a while since it was one of the very first things she had thrown in. It was a small pale green hand bound book with silver etchings all over the cover. She opened it up to reveal detailed drawings of all sorts of things. She pulled out a packet of charcoal pencils and began to draw.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 10:53:28 GMT -5
Bryan continued to sleep. He didn't need to get to work until about 10.
He continued to dream about the battle of Daleks and Cybermen. He was looking desperately for some sign of his mother. Some glimpse of her in the crowd. Some hope that she was still alive.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 11:08:21 GMT -5
She sketched thick black lines that seemingly made no sense. This was how all of her drawings began. She never knew what they were going to be until it was finished. She didn't direct her hand it just moved. Slowly the image began to take shape and before her on the page was Bryan. Except he wasn't the same as what she saw when she looked at him. He was covered in blood with obvious wounds all over him body. Was this a prediction or a flash of the past. It was a disturbing image so she turned the page and quickly began to sketch again. She watched as before her eyes a pair of webbed hands appeared on the page. She studied them for a moment absorbing the details that she had unknowingly captured. She quickly dated both pictures and began to flip through the images in the front of the book.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 11:22:53 GMT -5
Bryan slowly moved around in his sleep.
He caught a glimpse of her. Among the heads and screams and alien threats and the smell of death, she saw his mother. He ran, feeling his legs taking too long to help him, though he was running as fast as he could. Finally he came to her. She was staring at him, unmoving.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 11:31:22 GMT -5
The first picture in this book, she had burned the previous book when she had started this one but all of those images where still burned into her mind, was of Canary Wharf and the destruction there. The image was dated(I'm making up this date. If anyone knows the real date I'll change it) February 16th, 2005. Exactly one week before the Battle of Canary Wharf. The following pictures were done on the same day. One was of a Dalek and the other a Cyberman. The next picture was of a Slitheen dated three days after 10 Downing Street was blown up. She had been in Cardiff during that event and hadn't even known what the Slitheen were until she had found files about them in the UNIT base. Her images sometimes showed the past, sometimes the future and there was never anything she could do to stop them even when she knew what was coming.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 11:48:13 GMT -5
Bryan snapped his eyes open and took a deep breath. Why now? He had worked so hard to keep that particular image out of his head. He tried to remember it as he couldn't find her. But no, the truth had to come out and remind him of the horror of that day.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 12:54:41 GMT -5
She couldn't bare it any more so she slammed the book shut and wound a piece of green cloth the same colour around the book almost as if she was binding it up in an attempt to keep the images back. In an attempted to keep them from finding her. To stop the futures she knew were approaching but could do nothing to stop.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 13:00:50 GMT -5
Bryan sat up, running his fingers through his hair, and glanced at the clock. 7:34, or so the hands showed. He sighed deeply and headed for the shower, trying to get the image out of his head again. Let the water wash it away again. Maybe he could take his time doing things, maybe even watch some television before going to work. He had to do something to get right again.
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Post by The Small One on Jul 28, 2010 13:11:19 GMT -5
She heard the shower start and realized that Bryan must have woken up. She quickly got dressed and slipped out of the room she had stayed in. She went into the kitchen and filled a glass with water and dug through her bag looking for her pills. She let out a triumphant cheer when she found the foil packaging. she pulled out two simple white pills and swallowed them with a gulp of water.
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Post by Bryan Wilkeson on Jul 28, 2010 13:27:46 GMT -5
Bryan soon stepped out of the shower and slipped back in his room to get dressed. He had almost forgotten that he wasn't alone in the house until he saw that the door to the other bedroom was open.
After he got dressed, he gently put his gloves back on, slowly stretching the membranes back again. It was getting more painful to do so as he got older. They were getting tougher and less elastic. Sooner or later (he was hoping later) he would have to stop wearing gloves altogether, which would make his human act useless.
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