Skye
I was so beyond pissed that that asshole had the audacity to fricken show up here. He is so lucky he gets to live till Dylan wakes up. I would have teleported in front of him and shoved him away from Dylan, but I am WAY to exhausted for that much effort. Even with how livid I am.
While Kelsey was gone I ranted to Dylan, "Now you really need to wake the hell up so I can go kill this stupid worthless bastard. Bastard is too dull of a name to call him, he's a butt-faced miscreant. Not actually, I just like that part in Gilmore Girls but seriously, he is a miscreant, and a cad, bounder, rotter, fopdoodle and zounderkite. Love how he thought you won't let me kill him, but you like karma and justice as much as I do so he's gonna be sorry he ever ruined your childhood. I might even let you do the honors of being the one to actually kill him." I thought for a few seconds, realizing I just said that. "Okay, yup. I just said that. So wake up already." I added. Kelsey came back with Lily following behind her. I glared suspiciously at my friend, unsure whether it's actually her this time. She looked very confused and seemed like she was ticked off with the suspicious glares and asked what was wrong.
"What's my favorite word?" I asked her, starting to try and get proof it's her. She answered correctly but I realized if anyone somehow stalked me enough they could easily guess that, so I asked, "What's something only you would know about me?" She gave me a look that—in my words—said; fucking seriously.
"You hide things you're embarrassed about in your underwear drawer." She answered straight faced.
"Okay good, you are you." I said, relaxing. I noticed Kelsey had raised a brow at me but I ignored it. Lily questioned what the hell was going on so I explained what happened and she seemed to understand the suspicious glares.
"Wait. What kind of things embarrass you so much you need to hide them in your underwear drawer?" My sister asked.
I shot a glare at her and told her, "Shut the fuck up. You never heard a damn thing about that."
She raised her hands in mock surrender then said, "Aight, I'm gonna go to the pack house. See you later guys."
As she turned to leave I remembered something and stopped her, "Hey wait. Here." After she turned back around I tossed her my device thing, causing her to look confused. "You're gonna need something to make your own portals with to get around a little easier. I can teleport myself now plus boss will be giving me a... fuck what is it.. better version thing anyway so I don't really need it anymore. Boss is gonna give you a run down of how it fully works at some point, so enjoy figuring it out for now." I explained to her, chuckling a little at the end. Fricken wish Dylan were conscious to tell me the word I'm forgetting...
"Okay, thanks. Oh yeah he wants me to start training with you on creating persona's and when you tell him you think I'm doing good I'll be given another mission." She replied, ignoring my word forgetting like usual. Kind of figured that would happen after she finished that first mission, everyone goes through that. I just nodded and she turned and left, fiddling with the device probably trying to figure out how to make a portal.
"So what are you going to do now? Now that it's... eleven pm." Lily questioned me. Ugh... I don't want to leave... They screwed over my security cameras, I can't leave him defenseless...
"I don't know, go home to Roxie I guess." I answered, not reeallly lying. My best friend raised a brow and gave me her knowing look, not believing me. "What? It's true. Stop looking at me like I'm lying. You can even come home with me to make sure I do go home aight?" I scoffed then stood. She crossed her arms, silently sassing me. I rolled my eyes and teleported us to inside my house. "See? I came home. Never lied." I stated, petting my super excited baby.
"Okay then, mind if I spend the night?" Lily asked, still not believing me.
"I would love for you to sleep over, but I'm going to paint because I won't be able to sleep till I murder that asshat I locked up. You know I don't like anyone watching me paint." I answered, trying to sound as believable as possible. I would add that I won't sleep at all tonight because of Dylan being unconscious, but she wasn't there when I yelled I love him so it would lead to having to admit that.
She seemed to only half believe me but didn't call me out and said, "Okaayy. See you tomorrow at school then. Goodnight." She gave me her usual quick friend hug and left. I waited a few minutes for her portal to be gone then laid my hand on Roxie's head and teleported back to Dylan after checking that everything was fine in my house. I locked his room door, turned the light off and pulled the extra bed over as close as possible to his bed. I pulled a couple blankets out of my bag, laying one on the floor and wrapped one around myself. I pat my puppy's head then laid down on the bed, snuggling as close as I could to Dylan without messing with all the things hooked up to him. I laid down in a way that let me continue holding his hand once again. I slowly fell asleep, and as far as anyone else will ever know it was due to not sleeping at all last night and not cause I'm here with Dylan. However.. I ended up dreaming the worst thing I have ever experienced.
I was in a dark, ominous forest wandering around completely lost. I tried lighting a fire in my hand to be able to see better but it wouldn't work. I continued walking lost then randomly appeared in front of my house, the front door slightly ajar. Did someone seriously break into my house? What the fuck. I stealthily crept through, trying to find the dumbass that had the nerve to break into MY house. Wish I didn't creep around, because I found Dylan and some random chic in my room making out on the bed. Would like to have gone my entire life without ever seeing shit like that, but here we are. He seemed to notice I was standing there, fighting the absolute pain I felt, and fucking smirked at me. If I wasn't about to cry I would have stabbed him in the damn face.
"You didn't think I'd want to be around you forever did you? A person can only stand you for so long. So get out of here, I'm a little busy." He scoffed. I backed out of my room and ran out of my house, tears wanting to flood down my face. I ended up running through a bunch of spider webs in the trees, causing fear to stab my heart as he just did. I screamed at the webs to get off me but being sticky, inanimate objects they did not listen. I felt something crawling on my arm and legitimately screamed as I watched a huge spider sit there and bite me. I'm not even afraid of spiders, though normally they aren't biting me.. I was so distracted with trying to squish it, get it off me, or something, I ran right off a fuckin cliff. Guess I finally listened to all those assholes... I continued to try and get all the webs off me as I fell, trying to ignore my fear of heights when I can't catch myself because my shifting wasn't working either. I felt my body slam into water, I tried to swim or get my head over the surface but it was as if my limbs were tied to weights. I struggled to try and get my head out of the water in order to breathe, shifting to breathe underwater refusing to work, but I couldn't move up and slowly sank into darkness.
I reopened my eyes to see the black changed to bright white light.
"Shit did I actually fucking die?" I muttered to myself as I looked around.
I heard a familiar chuckle and voice say, "Thankfully no, but... That was a pretty terrible dream Quetzal." I whipped around and saw Dylan standing, a comforting smile on his face but concern and sadness in his eyes. I felt as if I got stabbed all over again as all the shit that just happened came fully back to my memory. I looked all over the ground, unsure how to feel as fear and pain took over everything. I felt strong, warm arms wrap tightly around me protectively. "I would never in a billion lifetimes and beyond do that to you. And if you fell off a cliff and couldn't catch yourself for whatever reason, I'd be right there to catch you and keep you safe. No matter what." Dylan whispered gently but firmly. My hands grasped the chest of his shirt as I lay my head against him, still trying to fight the tears that desperately wanted to fall. "I love you more than anything Skye, I would never hurt you like that." He added, stroking my hair.
"I...." I started but stopped and sighed, continuing, "When are you waking up..?"
"You have to be patient Quetzal, but I understand the frustration. On a spiritual level." He said then joked a little. I pushed him slightly without actually pushing him away from me. "Just a few more days and you can let me in on your secrets when I'm conscious." He teased.
I froze, trying not to actually tense then asked, "What secrets? And what do you mean a FEW days?"
Dylan chuckled and answered, "You were unconscious for three days. And as for the secrets, I'm just gonna let you think about it." He leaned back slightly and kissed my forehead. He suddenly sighed heavily, sounding pretty frustrated. Before I could ask about it he unhappily said, "I have to go now... They had me watch what you were dreaming about and gave me five minutes to talk to you... You won't be able to see me or have me answer you till I wake up... I'm sorry Quetzal... But be careful... The danger out there isn't over yet, I can't tell you more about it cause it might happen after I wake up." I furrowed my brows at him as he slowly backed up.
"Wait what do you mean? Who's bloody pissing on us now?" All he did was give me a sad look as he gradually faded. I woke up in his hospital room and glanced around, quickly realizing I was unfortunately awake.
"Why can you never answer my shit. Fuckin asshole... I hate riddles..." I muttered. I slowly fell back asleep, hoping he was just screwing with me and would come back.