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Nightmares [OPEN]
She hasn't been seen in three days. Wait, four? No, it's been five days. The last person to see Kennedy was Iris during their girls' night in Kennedy's apartment. Her shop has been closed ever since, and she hasn't been seen outside of her apartment.
It happened the day after Iris left. She thinks? Her vision blurred, heart racing as she felt the overwhelming drowning sensation of a premonition. A storm, vague like trying to remember a distant dream days after it happens. She tried to paint the scene, but couldn't remember details for the life of her and trying to produce what played in her mind onto a canvas frustrated Kennedy to a point where she tossed her brush and paints onto the floor. Even more frustrating than trying to paint the vision was cleaning her own damn mess. She cursed herself for losing her temper so easily and before she could completely wipe up the vibrant red from the wood floors, paint seeping between the cracks, her mind was attacked by an onslaught of visions.
Storms, murder, death, police, water, love, loss, the sounds of a life torn apart.
This continues for days.
It's confusing. Overwhelming. Locations range from seaside to plains to snow covered cities. Every time a vision fades, Kennedy is left weak, but driven to paint. It's a compulsion she can't break away from. She scratches messages and crumbling buildings into a notebook. Her walls are now covered in canvases--some streaks of violent colours everywhere, others with full scenes, dark and haunting. The visions repeat in a cycle and she can't sleep. She's long lost track of time, barely eating and sleeping. When she does sleep, the visions become worse, playing into her imagination and morph into truly horrifying nightmares that wake her up screaming and shivering. They've infected her mind.
She finally passes out from hunger and sleep deprivation at 3pm Saturday afternoon and wakes up at seven Sunday morning. Perched gingerly at the edge of her bed like she's afraid to move or she'll shatter like glass, Kennedy takes several deep calming breaths and waits for the next wave of visions to strike. After thirty minutes of freedom, she ventures to get out of bed. This leads to washing her face, changing clothes, brushing her hair, and stepping out of her apartment--all movements that are automatic, her body taking control to care for itself while Kennedy's mind runs a-mile-a-minute, paranoid and anxious.
Next thing she knows, she's in front of Quill. There's a coffee in her hands, though she doesn't remember ordering it. She wipes her cheek and she's surprised to feel tears. When did she start crying? And before she can put the breaks on her emotions, she's sobbing on the sidewalk. A girl sobbing uncontrollably on a sidewalk with her coffee.
It happened the day after Iris left. She thinks? Her vision blurred, heart racing as she felt the overwhelming drowning sensation of a premonition. A storm, vague like trying to remember a distant dream days after it happens. She tried to paint the scene, but couldn't remember details for the life of her and trying to produce what played in her mind onto a canvas frustrated Kennedy to a point where she tossed her brush and paints onto the floor. Even more frustrating than trying to paint the vision was cleaning her own damn mess. She cursed herself for losing her temper so easily and before she could completely wipe up the vibrant red from the wood floors, paint seeping between the cracks, her mind was attacked by an onslaught of visions.
Storms, murder, death, police, water, love, loss, the sounds of a life torn apart.
This continues for days.
It's confusing. Overwhelming. Locations range from seaside to plains to snow covered cities. Every time a vision fades, Kennedy is left weak, but driven to paint. It's a compulsion she can't break away from. She scratches messages and crumbling buildings into a notebook. Her walls are now covered in canvases--some streaks of violent colours everywhere, others with full scenes, dark and haunting. The visions repeat in a cycle and she can't sleep. She's long lost track of time, barely eating and sleeping. When she does sleep, the visions become worse, playing into her imagination and morph into truly horrifying nightmares that wake her up screaming and shivering. They've infected her mind.
She finally passes out from hunger and sleep deprivation at 3pm Saturday afternoon and wakes up at seven Sunday morning. Perched gingerly at the edge of her bed like she's afraid to move or she'll shatter like glass, Kennedy takes several deep calming breaths and waits for the next wave of visions to strike. After thirty minutes of freedom, she ventures to get out of bed. This leads to washing her face, changing clothes, brushing her hair, and stepping out of her apartment--all movements that are automatic, her body taking control to care for itself while Kennedy's mind runs a-mile-a-minute, paranoid and anxious.
Next thing she knows, she's in front of Quill. There's a coffee in her hands, though she doesn't remember ordering it. She wipes her cheek and she's surprised to feel tears. When did she start crying? And before she can put the breaks on her emotions, she's sobbing on the sidewalk. A girl sobbing uncontrollably on a sidewalk with her coffee.
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Once she mentioned the visions though, she had Levi's attention. It wasn't exactly telepathy but it was the closest thing to it he'd heard about so far. Having grown up here Levi wasn't all that surprised by her admission.
"So not a lot of sleep then?"
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She shakes her head, making a face. "Oh I slept. Had a lot of nightmares. Super fun stuff like that."
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"It's fantastic actually, because I'm actually a lawyer going undercover as a cop, so I'm really very good at this undercover thing."
Nightmares are fortunately something that Levi doesn't have to deal with because of his ability. Sleep is when he's blessedly alone.
"I'm guessing the visions aren't usually of puppies snuggling or things like that."
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"That'd be nice, unless I was terrified of puppies. Fortunately, I'm not. Unfortunately, visions aren't typically that happy. They range from the mundane to the tragic. And like to tease me with just snippets of information so I can't really do anything about it."
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"What can I say, I'm good."
Levi couldn't imagine how frustrating that would be to only get glimpses of horrible things. At least once in a while it seemed like she should be able to get a glimpse of when something funny or touching was going to happen.
"Until you actually hear or see what happens and then it becomes completely obvious what the vision was?"
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"Yup. Like that Tristan guy that died? I had a vision about the girl he liked, Riley. She was drowning. Turns out she can't swim, almost drowned a few years back. I thought "Hey girl, don't go near any water!"--good samaritan deed of the day, right? But then Tristan died. He was the one in danger. Riley was just...metaphorically drowning. Her grieving process was bad." She scowls a bit. "That hindsight sucked."
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"That's not just unhelpful, that's worthless. There is absolutely no way for you to understand what it means beforehand," Levi said. That seemed incredibly fucked up to him. If there was a higher power that doled out gifts to people, it was fucked up to give something like that to someone.
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"So basically you must have been a horrible person in a past life and this is some sort of punishment?" he asked. Because from the example she gave him, Levi didn't see how it would be possible to save anyone with visions like that.
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"Well, if you ever want to unburden them a bit," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out one of his cars. "It might not help much, but as a lawyer undercover as a detective, I'll help however I can."
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"It's what I'm here to pretend to do," he said, giving her another smile. He wasn't too hopeful that she'd call him, the magical community didn't trust the police all that much and to be honest, the police hadn't always done their best to earn their trust.