Daemon Muses: Lost Soul
A bad dream.
Restless and uneasy, Murphy shifts as she tries to find a comfortable position. She can’t, her mind is what’s uneasy, not her body. Images play across her closed eyelids, things her mind can’t remember but her subconscious can’t forget. Miller’s gun against her throat, keeping her still with his hand pressed against her chest. Even Aeron is frozen in place, claws scrapping against the marble floor. Miller’s Daemon is wrong. Miller was supposed to have a panther, but when she had walked into his office there had been a hyena sitting there. Now the wall is solid against her back, the gun is cold at her throat and there’s nothing Harry, Callida, or Aeron can do to save her.
The hyena paces behind Miller, her mouth open on a grin. “Kill her, take her.” She whispers, then laughs, head dropping low.
“She’s a cop!” Miller yells, his voice echoing around the empty mansion.
“Boone don’t do this!” Harry reaches out a hand towards them, “You can just walk away. We won’t stop you. Let Murphy go!”
“Cops can get places even millionaire’s can’t. Take her, she’ll be useful.” The hyena’s tone is cajoling.
Murphy meets Miller’s eyes as the gun presses harder against her throat. She sees the desperation and the debate in his eyes. He’s willing to kill her, he’s also willing to run, but it’s his Daemon she’s listening to. In his soul, he wants to take her. She’s not sure what that means, but she knows she’s either going to die now or later when he doesn’t have a use for her anymore.
“Let her go!”
“Take her!”
Everything’s drown out as Aeron roars. Even the gun going off inches from her face is drowned out by that single sound of rage. Then everything just stops. She’s in blackness, perfectly dark and without her senses. She can’t see, can’t hear her own screams, can’t even feel her heart beating. The blackness is endless, suffocating. She screams for Aeron, unable to feel that ethereal connection she’s had with him since birth. There’s nothing for so long the first stab of pain comes as a total surprise. Something presses hard on her chest, so hard she thinks her ribs are going to crack. She screams, and it stops, only to return seconds later and this time her scream translate to the waking world.
She’s jerked awake, and instantly her arms go around Aeron. The tiger rumbles comfortingly as she presses her face into his neck, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. She doesn’t know what happened to her after Miller shot himself. Aeron doesn’t know either. He remembers the blackness just as much as she does, but Aeron doesn’t dream. She does and frequently it’s about the blackness. Her therapist has no explanation. The doctor’s couldn’t find anything wrong with her on their scans and tests. Harry’s lying to her about what happened.
She has no answers, only Aeron to comfort her when the nightmares end. This time when she lays back down, he lays his head on her chest and together they watch the sunrise through her bedroom window.
[ooc: This is sort of a rewrite of the episode The Boone Identity 1.02 with Daemon in it.]
Restless and uneasy, Murphy shifts as she tries to find a comfortable position. She can’t, her mind is what’s uneasy, not her body. Images play across her closed eyelids, things her mind can’t remember but her subconscious can’t forget. Miller’s gun against her throat, keeping her still with his hand pressed against her chest. Even Aeron is frozen in place, claws scrapping against the marble floor. Miller’s Daemon is wrong. Miller was supposed to have a panther, but when she had walked into his office there had been a hyena sitting there. Now the wall is solid against her back, the gun is cold at her throat and there’s nothing Harry, Callida, or Aeron can do to save her.
The hyena paces behind Miller, her mouth open on a grin. “Kill her, take her.” She whispers, then laughs, head dropping low.
“She’s a cop!” Miller yells, his voice echoing around the empty mansion.
“Boone don’t do this!” Harry reaches out a hand towards them, “You can just walk away. We won’t stop you. Let Murphy go!”
“Cops can get places even millionaire’s can’t. Take her, she’ll be useful.” The hyena’s tone is cajoling.
Murphy meets Miller’s eyes as the gun presses harder against her throat. She sees the desperation and the debate in his eyes. He’s willing to kill her, he’s also willing to run, but it’s his Daemon she’s listening to. In his soul, he wants to take her. She’s not sure what that means, but she knows she’s either going to die now or later when he doesn’t have a use for her anymore.
“Let her go!”
“Take her!”
Everything’s drown out as Aeron roars. Even the gun going off inches from her face is drowned out by that single sound of rage. Then everything just stops. She’s in blackness, perfectly dark and without her senses. She can’t see, can’t hear her own screams, can’t even feel her heart beating. The blackness is endless, suffocating. She screams for Aeron, unable to feel that ethereal connection she’s had with him since birth. There’s nothing for so long the first stab of pain comes as a total surprise. Something presses hard on her chest, so hard she thinks her ribs are going to crack. She screams, and it stops, only to return seconds later and this time her scream translate to the waking world.
She’s jerked awake, and instantly her arms go around Aeron. The tiger rumbles comfortingly as she presses her face into his neck, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. She doesn’t know what happened to her after Miller shot himself. Aeron doesn’t know either. He remembers the blackness just as much as she does, but Aeron doesn’t dream. She does and frequently it’s about the blackness. Her therapist has no explanation. The doctor’s couldn’t find anything wrong with her on their scans and tests. Harry’s lying to her about what happened.
She has no answers, only Aeron to comfort her when the nightmares end. This time when she lays back down, he lays his head on her chest and together they watch the sunrise through her bedroom window.
[ooc: This is sort of a rewrite of the episode The Boone Identity 1.02 with Daemon in it.]