The nightmares were terrible, slipping themselves into those dreams she wished didn't end. The ones that the cute boy had asked her out and that cute girl had come along. A friendship had blossomed, and Eve was looking forward to what more was going to develop. Marriage? Seemed like it. Kids? Maybe. A job where she could save the people that needed saving. Fucking yes.
This particular nightmare started well enough, Eve was chilling with her significant others and watching a movie, don't ask her what movie since this was a dream. There was a sudden flash, and she was standing alone in a room. The door was chained shut, as the windows were boarded up with only a few opening showing the post-apocalyptical scenery outside. A thud against the door, and then another. Something was trying to get into the room. A moment later, that door shifted into a fence, along with the connected wall, which seemed odd considering that Evelyn still stood the same room. Behind that fence, she saw a horde of rotting flesh pushing against the fence, their eerie moans causing her to back up until she was pressed against the wall. The ginger-haired youth was frozen in fear, as the fence was finally pushed over, causing Evelyn to scream out.
The next moment, she was sitting up and her breathing was heavy. The dream seemed so vivid, so real that she thought she felt the biting and gnawing of the zombies. She was about to slide into meditative breathing so that she could calm herself down, but then her hazel eyes fell on the undead person staring at her. Evelyn Drake was past the point that her projections scared her, or she should have been. But she couldn't help but scream when the mental image pounced on her. She thrashed in her bed, trying to fight off the dead creature, shouting out, "IT'S NOT REAL, IT'S NOT REAL!"
This particular nightmare started well enough, Eve was chilling with her significant others and watching a movie, don't ask her what movie since this was a dream. There was a sudden flash, and she was standing alone in a room. The door was chained shut, as the windows were boarded up with only a few opening showing the post-apocalyptical scenery outside. A thud against the door, and then another. Something was trying to get into the room. A moment later, that door shifted into a fence, along with the connected wall, which seemed odd considering that Evelyn still stood the same room. Behind that fence, she saw a horde of rotting flesh pushing against the fence, their eerie moans causing her to back up until she was pressed against the wall. The ginger-haired youth was frozen in fear, as the fence was finally pushed over, causing Evelyn to scream out.
The next moment, she was sitting up and her breathing was heavy. The dream seemed so vivid, so real that she thought she felt the biting and gnawing of the zombies. She was about to slide into meditative breathing so that she could calm herself down, but then her hazel eyes fell on the undead person staring at her. Evelyn Drake was past the point that her projections scared her, or she should have been. But she couldn't help but scream when the mental image pounced on her. She thrashed in her bed, trying to fight off the dead creature, shouting out, "IT'S NOT REAL, IT'S NOT REAL!"
Kris had been in the other room at his sewing machine all night. He’d been going at it so long he swore he started to see visions in the fabric before him. Kris felt a tug in his gut, and immediately he turned to look at the door to Evelyns room. She was scared. He stood up and went to her door, turning his ear to listen for any noises. He pondered barging in like he would when she was just a child, but he stopped himself from doing so.
He shrugged and turned away. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He hadn’t left his sewing machine in hours - it was probably time for some water. So he went to the fridge and pressed the cup against the lever to the water dispenser. Just as the glass reached half full, he heard Evelyn screaming.
Kris let go of the glass and it fell to the ground and shattered. He rushed to her door, his mind reaching through, unlocking it and then throwing it open for Kris to rush in. The light flipped on instantly and Kris laid his eyes on the projection. Evelyn hadn’t had issues like this since she was a child.
“Evie, it’s Daddy. It’s okay, I’m here!” He said, waves of comfort and soothing rushing from him and into her as he grabbed her hand and knelt down next to the bed. Any force the projection may have put on Evelyn would be relieved as Kris telekinetically countered it. She should feel her fear dissipate quickly under Kris’s influence.
“You’ve been having nightmares again...” Kris said, using his free hand to rub her arm, the other still grasping hers.
He shrugged and turned away. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass. He hadn’t left his sewing machine in hours - it was probably time for some water. So he went to the fridge and pressed the cup against the lever to the water dispenser. Just as the glass reached half full, he heard Evelyn screaming.
Kris let go of the glass and it fell to the ground and shattered. He rushed to her door, his mind reaching through, unlocking it and then throwing it open for Kris to rush in. The light flipped on instantly and Kris laid his eyes on the projection. Evelyn hadn’t had issues like this since she was a child.
“Evie, it’s Daddy. It’s okay, I’m here!” He said, waves of comfort and soothing rushing from him and into her as he grabbed her hand and knelt down next to the bed. Any force the projection may have put on Evelyn would be relieved as Kris telekinetically countered it. She should feel her fear dissipate quickly under Kris’s influence.
“You’ve been having nightmares again...” Kris said, using his free hand to rub her arm, the other still grasping hers.
The woman that had partially regressed into that scared little girl she had been laying on her bed in her pajamas, and noticed the lights flicker on, though in the background to her problem. Then she felt that familiar feeling that she knew from years ago, crept to her, and soothed her. Her hand squeezed what was holding it, feeling the image lighten. With a turn of the head, she took in her dad's presence, and using that stability, banished the projection. It faded from the room, and she took a deep breath and gathered herself.
"Sorry, daddy," she spoke softly, bringing herself into an upright position, "that just took me by surprise..." Her hand wouldn't release Kris's hand yet, still drawing strength from the connection. "That dream though, it just felt...weird. Like It was too real...or something." she shook her head, shaking herself loose of that feeling before she was able to release Kris's hand.
She observed her father, as her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, "Did I wake you up?"
"Sorry, daddy," she spoke softly, bringing herself into an upright position, "that just took me by surprise..." Her hand wouldn't release Kris's hand yet, still drawing strength from the connection. "That dream though, it just felt...weird. Like It was too real...or something." she shook her head, shaking herself loose of that feeling before she was able to release Kris's hand.
She observed her father, as her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked, "Did I wake you up?"
As the zombie disappeared, Kris would smile at Evelyn and squeeze her hand.
“There we go,” he said gently. There was a small part of him that missed this feeling - the feeling that his daughter needed him.
“Don’t be sorry, Evie. We surprise ourselves everyday.” Kris said. He could recall many moments in his life in which his abilities had gotten the best of him. With one last squeeze Kris would let go of Evelyn’s hand and stand up again, his knees popping a bit as he did.
I should do some stretches if I’m going to be walking on stilts any time soon.
“No, you didn’t wake me. I’ve been up all night working on this gown. You wouldn’t believe how much fabric it takes to make a gown that’s meant to be 9 feet long,” he laughed.
“You must be stressed - you haven’t projected your nightmares in a long time. How’s school going?” Kris asked.
“There we go,” he said gently. There was a small part of him that missed this feeling - the feeling that his daughter needed him.
“Don’t be sorry, Evie. We surprise ourselves everyday.” Kris said. He could recall many moments in his life in which his abilities had gotten the best of him. With one last squeeze Kris would let go of Evelyn’s hand and stand up again, his knees popping a bit as he did.
I should do some stretches if I’m going to be walking on stilts any time soon.
“No, you didn’t wake me. I’ve been up all night working on this gown. You wouldn’t believe how much fabric it takes to make a gown that’s meant to be 9 feet long,” he laughed.
“You must be stressed - you haven’t projected your nightmares in a long time. How’s school going?” Kris asked.
The younger Drake watched her father get to her feet, completely thankful that he was there, and that he still could help her. She just felt that she owed him so much. The hazel eyes set her gaze upon Kris, as she swung her feet off the bed, and pushed herself to her feet. "I can help you with it if you want, I'm awake anyway."
She still felt the effects of the adrenline that had pumped through her system, and in no way didnshe feel like shewas going to get back to sleep.
"I'm a bit worried to be honest, I'm supposed to retake those finals from before the Collision, on account that they took place in a different reality, but if I passed, I'm golden."
She still felt the effects of the adrenline that had pumped through her system, and in no way didnshe feel like shewas going to get back to sleep.
"I'm a bit worried to be honest, I'm supposed to retake those finals from before the Collision, on account that they took place in a different reality, but if I passed, I'm golden."
Kris smiled, "Sure, I can't say no to that. I mostly just need a second pair of hands to hold the fabric in place so my seams don't look like a Dr. Suess illustration." Kris said this, but then thought to himself, Well... my drag does kind of look like a Dr. Seuss illustration sometimes....
Kris motioned for Evelyn to follow him as he stepped back out into the living room of their small 2 bedroom place. Evelyn would see the dress draped onto the dining room table next to the sewing machine, the left sleeve currently under the needle. The black fabric flowed like a thick tar, almost, waves of it crashing from the table onto the floor.
"Well, you passed it once, so I have nothing but the utmost of confidence that you'll pass it again," Kris reassured her. Evelyn was smart, even if she didn't seem to always believe it herself. But of course, the Drake family was full of intelligent mutants, and a select few intelligent humans as well. Kris thought back to when his mother had travelled all the way from Ireland with her last dying breath just to tell him that she loved him, and for a moment he seemed to lose focus on the conversation at hand, staring blankly briefly out the window, before whipping his attention back to Evelyn.
"Y'know, its funny to see you almost follow in my footsteps. I once worked in law enforcement too, though only briefly. Seems to be a much better fit for you, especially considering your abilities," he said. Its true, Kris had a hard time rationalizing his time as an X-Scout. As much as Kris stood for goodness and doing the right thing, he also couldn't help himself but empathize with the criminals he would be pitted against. As any true empath would know, most "wrongdoers" feel as though they have no choice but to commit the crimes they commit.
Kris motioned for Evelyn to follow him as he stepped back out into the living room of their small 2 bedroom place. Evelyn would see the dress draped onto the dining room table next to the sewing machine, the left sleeve currently under the needle. The black fabric flowed like a thick tar, almost, waves of it crashing from the table onto the floor.
"Well, you passed it once, so I have nothing but the utmost of confidence that you'll pass it again," Kris reassured her. Evelyn was smart, even if she didn't seem to always believe it herself. But of course, the Drake family was full of intelligent mutants, and a select few intelligent humans as well. Kris thought back to when his mother had travelled all the way from Ireland with her last dying breath just to tell him that she loved him, and for a moment he seemed to lose focus on the conversation at hand, staring blankly briefly out the window, before whipping his attention back to Evelyn.
"Y'know, its funny to see you almost follow in my footsteps. I once worked in law enforcement too, though only briefly. Seems to be a much better fit for you, especially considering your abilities," he said. Its true, Kris had a hard time rationalizing his time as an X-Scout. As much as Kris stood for goodness and doing the right thing, he also couldn't help himself but empathize with the criminals he would be pitted against. As any true empath would know, most "wrongdoers" feel as though they have no choice but to commit the crimes they commit.
Evie would follow her father out of her room, after responding to his comment, "Dady, my TikTok followers love my cosplays, and you thought me everything I know about sewing, and they've never said it looks like Dr. Suess," a playful shove in Kris's back, before she finished, "Get that dumb voice out of your head," with a giggle. She focused on the dress she saw, laying still and waiting to be finished. The younger Drake heard his encouragement, feeling as comforted as when he used his ability on her, as her gaze went to the sewing machine, then her mind flipped to the one Kris had given to her; which was lost in a timeline they may never be able to get too. Along with the two people she thought she was going to marry.
Evelyn got the feeling that she wasn't the only one lost in thought, seeing the sudden movement of his head. His voice perked her attention, as she took a seat next to the one that the sewing machine sat. Her lips turned up at the corners, as she heard his words. Followoing in his footsteps. "Well daddy, that's particially your fault," she said, grinning, "If you hadn't told me your X-Scout stories, I wouldn't want to right the wrongs that had been done in this country!" She knew of the dilemma, those criminals that thought they had no choice; they had been forced by folks on the upper level of society. Those were the folks Evelyn hoped to go after. Take down the real estate mongels that managed to avoid paying their full tax amounts, and living the care of the country to be taken by the hardworking Americans; who in turn, thought robbing the bank was their only option.
Evelyn got the feeling that she wasn't the only one lost in thought, seeing the sudden movement of his head. His voice perked her attention, as she took a seat next to the one that the sewing machine sat. Her lips turned up at the corners, as she heard his words. Followoing in his footsteps. "Well daddy, that's particially your fault," she said, grinning, "If you hadn't told me your X-Scout stories, I wouldn't want to right the wrongs that had been done in this country!" She knew of the dilemma, those criminals that thought they had no choice; they had been forced by folks on the upper level of society. Those were the folks Evelyn hoped to go after. Take down the real estate mongels that managed to avoid paying their full tax amounts, and living the care of the country to be taken by the hardworking Americans; who in turn, thought robbing the bank was their only option.
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