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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 15, 2009 10:42:03 GMT -4
Chuck never knew exactly when it happened but it always did now a days. He could be safely asleep with nothing but darkness around him...and then the floor would seemingly fall out from under him.
In his mind's eye, the world dropped from beneath Chuck's feet. Noises and images slid together in a dizzying array before things suddenly snapped back into place. It was like a record player speeding up – slowly, the prophet was able to pick out individual sounds (and sights) and piece them together into something cohesive.
The prophet swayed on his feet, disoriented by sudden change from one vision to another. He wondered if it was right to feel so nauseous, especially since this was technically all in his head.
Chuck steadied himself and glanced around. He immediately felt sick again when the gravity of the scene playing out before him settled in. He had been in this scene before...seen this chapter over and over again but he refused to write it and apprently that was going against some sort of plan.
He scrambeled along the outside of the walls in the room his ack bumping against the cld stone as he watched Lilith's body crumple on to the stone and Ruby's eyes seemingly become beacons of joy. It was Sam's face that reflected the despair Chuck felt...that was because Chuck knew what was coming.
...And there it was Ruby ran off on her speech about Lucifer and Azazel and Sam being choosen.
"Sam...I'm AWESOME!"
"Hardly..." Chuck whispered to himself bitterly. The door to the room burst open and Chuck flinched back...every damn time that caught him off gaurd. As Dean enetered Chuck backed away towards the room and watched silently the pain pulsating through his head increasing.
And then it happened...the ground beneath them all began to shake and tremble and there was a painful blinding light which could only excist in nightmares and with a shower of blood and carnage Lucifer burst from within his cage and tore the world to pieces in a series of brutal and agonizing scenes which tore through Chuck's eyes like a rapid slide show.
Chuck felt the stone beneath him and he realized he had curled into a ball in the corner of the room his knees held tightly to his chest as he attempted to wake himself up to do anything that would stop the sights but ntohing helped and he was forced to watch as he always was.
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Back in the motel room Chuck flinched upon the floor his hands gripping tightly into the motel carpet as he jerks became more frantic and panicked which each and every second. A terrified scream fell from his lips as his mind still held him prisoner his eyes clenched shut.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 17, 2009 18:50:12 GMT -4
Bianca's eyes batted open and it took them a second to focus. She was in that stage where she was no longer as drunk as when she'd fallen asleep, but she still probably would have failed a Breathalyzer test. Her mouth felt dry. Now, all she wanted were the freaking effects of alcohol to pass.
"Ugh." Bianca started to swing her feet to the floor, but realized Chuck was still unconscious beneath her. She moved them around to the end of the bed and dragged herself to her feet.
In the bathroom, Bianca pushed the door shut and leaned against the sink. She couldn't for the life of her understand why she'd decided it was a great idea to drink that much tequilla. She filled one of the glasses on the sink and took a long drink. Putting the glass down, Bianca focused for on her reflection for a moment. Then it hit her.
Bianca fell to the floor in front of the toilet and threw up. When the sensations passed her, Bianca barely raised her head. Her face was white and sticky with sweat. Tears dripped out of the side of her eyes. Now she was tired....so tired. So cold....so very very cold......
She forced herself up from the floor and set about cleaning up the room and herself. Pressing a cold cloth to her forehead, it did nothing except make her shiver further. Bianca rinsed her mouth out before letting her head hit the sink.
A scream jolted her out of her alcohol induced misery. Turning to the door, her mind immediately raced back to Chuck.
"Chuck!" She pulled the door open. The young man was still passed out on the floor, but his form twitched and jerked frantically. "Chuck!"
Bianca moved as quickly as her now weak frame would allow her. Kneeling down on the floor beside him, Bianca took Chuck's hands.
"Chuck, wake up!" She shook him lightly in hopes that would jolt him back to life.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 18, 2009 10:39:30 GMT -4
There was blood everywhere...literally everywhere. When the presence of Lucifer had burst through the feeble fllor of the convent it had sent blood showering down upon the world and drenching everything in sight. The Winchesters had long since disappeared from the vision and Chuck didn't have much time to try and figure out where they had went since his focused seemed to lay with Lucifer and the carnage which surronded him. He sat huddeled in the corner of the room and though he refused to move a single inch further into the nightmare the nightmare came to him so to speak as the room changed images over and over again to reveal the horros Lucifer and his followers had in store for the world.
Bodies; burnt and managaled showered down in the room the sickening crunch their bodies made upon impact making Chuch shudder each and every time it was a sound he would never be able to get out of his mind...ever. Then the heat; the fire which seemed to consume everything around him licked lazily against his skin causing him to flinch back as the tongue of the flames covered everything in hellfire.
"Need to wake up now," Chuck whispered under to himself over and voer as the scenes became more intense and Chuck could feel his grip on his own snaity slipping with the carnage of the scenes around him.
"Please...stop it...please stop it..." Chuck muttered over and over to himself his head buried within his knees and his eyes clenched shut.
Chuck's body jerked more frantically on the floor of the motel his hands gripping desperately at the carpet beloow him as he struggeled to wake up yet the vision and the blood held him firmly in place. As Bianca's hand clasped over his the tremors within his form grew ten fold as he struggeled to get away; to wake himself up to do anything to stop the images which assulted his minds eye.
""Please...stop it...please stop it..." Chuck's vocie whispered frantically throughout the motel room his vocie laced with panic and an all too consuming sense of fear.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 18, 2009 22:11:39 GMT -4
Bianca's eyes widened as she watched the boy on the floor twist and struggle in his sleep. He had to be having some serious nightmare. She could only wonder what it was that brought him to this fury.
"Chuck!" Bianca squeezed his hands, even as he struggled to pull away from her. "Chuck, please, you have to wake up." She was borderline pleading with him. If he was having some type of seizure or something, she had no idea what to do about it.
"Chuck!" Bianca made one more feeble attempt at waking the boy before she detangled her hands from his and sat back. She could think of one other choice, and she didn't really like it. Well, if someone had done it to her, she wouldn't like it.
Bianca dragged herself to her feet. Dehydration was weakening her body. Already, her throat was dry enough that she might as well have run a marathon. Grabbing the ice bucket from a nearby table, Bianca pulled the motel room's door open. She propped it open so that in the chaos of the moment she didn't end up locking herself out.
Making her way barefoot down the sidewalk, Bianca turned a left corner and headed over to the ice machine. Putting the bucket underneath, she pressed the ice switch and filled the bucket to the brim.
On her way back to the room, Bianca stuck a piece of ice into her mouth. Her tongue felt like sandpaper. Her body wanted to go back to sleep, but she couldn't let a guy having some sort of serious freakout just lay on the floor. This had to work.
Back inside, Bianca kneeled down beside Chuck.
"Sorry dude." She shook her head sympathetically before dumping the ice bucket's contents over Chuck's head.
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Post by Chuck Shurley on May 19, 2009 12:40:49 GMT -4
The visions in front of him always got worse before they seemed to get better...he would assume he had yet to find a vision he had been plunged in that ended with kitties and puppies but he figured it had to be out there somewhere...in theory if there was to be anyone left to read the "Gospel" later not everyone could die. But so far as far as he could see things didn't look to promising for the human race...or anything else for that matter. The blood had covered the floor around him and he could feel it seeping into his clothes caking his skin and it made him want to heave his guts out...and just like that it was gone.
Reality crashed with vision at an alarming rate as Chuck jolted up from the floor in an absolute panic. His eyes were wide and he was cold...and wet...and surronded by ice?
Not that that was the weirdest thing he had ever woken up covered in but still. His breathing was still frantic and his hands hurt like hell from the death grip they had held on the carpet as he had tried to pull himself out of the vision to no avail.
Life had a way of throwing Chuck Shurley a lot of “holy shit” and “what the fuck” moments but he didn’t think anything would prepare him for what he attempted to comprehend.
Chuck stumbled to his feet for a moment his breath coming out in more of a gasp as he stared wide eyed at the Bianca and the world around him…the world that had very much changed from the one he had been forced to live in a few moments ago.
They were getting worse...the visions and Chuck knew it was beca buse he had refused to write so they were all just compiling now so he wouldn't forget any of it...lucky him. The world around him was still tilting dangerously slow and now matter how many times Chuck blinked to try and clear his sight and his mind the over powering wave of nausea would not let go of its hold on him.
He had no idea how he had managed to get to the bathroom before he hurled his guts out but as he crashed to his knees and violently heaved he figured he wouldn’t ask questions. After what felt like hours his body was wracked nothing but dry heaves as he slumped down upon the floor his body soaked with sweat and his head still spinning a mile a minute.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on May 19, 2009 13:54:56 GMT -4
Well, that did it. The ice had apparently jolted Chuck from whatever nightmarish state had been holding him. In a few second, he was sitting up on the floor in front of her. Bianca took a deep breath. He was concious. That was a good thing. But before Bianca could ask if he was ok, or what the hell had just happened, Chuck was gone and in the bathroom.
Hearing the sound of him vomiting made her want to throw up a second time. Bianca swallowed hard. She was going to have to suck it up a see if she couldn't sort out what was wrong with Chuck-as well as nurse both hangovers.
Pushing herself from the floor, Bianca retrieved her messenger bag which had been dropped onto a chair when she'd entered the motel room. She dug out two dollar bills and headed with them and the now empty ice bucket to the soda machine next to the ice machine. She refilled the ice bucket and selected two bottles of Coke. Her mother had been notorious for pushing that when you were sick-that and ginger ale. And ginger ale was certainly going to make Bianca sick.
Back in the motel room, Bianca grabbed the last of the clean glasses from the dresser. Filling both with ice, She poured half of one of the bottles of Coke into each.
"Hey." She stepped into the bathroom and sat down on the floor next to Chuck. She put the glasses on the edge of the bathtub. "You ok?"
She grabbed a hand towel and began wiping sweat and ice reminants off of the boy's face.
"Here." She held one of the glasses out to him. "Drink a little of this. Not much. Like enough that you'd get out of an eye dropper. Too much will make you sicker."
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Post by Chuck Shurley on Jun 6, 2009 14:27:21 GMT -4
Chuck had sat slumpped upon the cold tile of the bathroom after he had finished heaving what felt like all of his internal organs up and into the basin. He wished he could blame it on a hangover or the fact that he should still be drunk; but he couldn't not on either account. Because he wasn't drunk and he was long since hungover. He knew it was another by product of his angelic shadows but just so Chuck was rather certain he would have been more grateful for a hangover right about now compared to everything he had witnessed.
"I'm ok..." Chuck muttered his voice still very distant as he tried to shake off the visions he had seen in his nightmares. But he knew that was the problem they would only get worse until he wrote them down...and since he had refused to write they were beginning to grow more and more out of control.
"I have to go..." Chuck replied his voice sounding utterly lost as he brushed away the towel Bianca was using against his face as he pulled himself weakly up off the floor and out of the bathroom.
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Post by Bianca Pagliaro on Jun 7, 2009 2:16:15 GMT -4
Bianca was completely uncertain as to how to address Chuck. She'd seen how much he'd drank, and for him to now being capable of some how dubbing himself fine seemed completely outlandish.
"Dude, you're not ok." Bianca got up from the floor and followed Chuck into the other room. "Seriously, you're sick, or drunk, or something."
She reached out and caught his wrist. She didn't want to hold him back if he was hell bent on leaving, but she didn't want to see him make himself worse either. It was such a hard thing to do with a stranger. A friend, she would have forced him to stay. You just couldn't do that with a stranger.
"Look, I'll let you go if you want to. But if I give you my number, will you at least text me or something when you get home?"
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Post by Chuck Shurley on Jun 9, 2009 10:38:22 GMT -4
"Seriously, you're sick, or drunk, or something."
Chuck caught his own reflection in the mirror and grimaced slightly at how pale he looked and how dark the circles under his eyes were. Perhaps the angels wouldn't let him kill himself but they were doing a damn good job of it for him.
"We can stick with the or something classification," Chuck replied looking for his keys before he realized he had set out on foot what seemed like ages ago.
Chuck looked back at Bianca as her hand caught him. He couldn't explain it to her; one couldn't ever really explain the whole prophet thing correctly. He realized that in a few months nothing would matter much, Lucifer would break free and the world as they all knew it would be destroyed along with everyone in it.
"If you've ever wanted to go somewhere or meet soemone or do anything...I would book a flight...now," Chuck said his vocie extremley grave. It was the best warning he could give.
"It'll only get worse," he whispered as he pulled his arm from her grasp and made his way out of the motel room and towards his house where he knew the computer was waiting.
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