In the dark… yet again… Skye felt light as
a cloud. When she opened her eyes the first thing she noticed was the dense fog
in front of her briefly panicking before she quickly came to a logical
realization that she must be sleeping. With a slow groggy shift she reached out
in front of her to feel for a wall and stopped when she could barely make out
the shape of her hands or fingers in the mist. She wiggled her digits just to
be sure that something was normal and when her eyes drifted down to her feet, she
realized she couldn’t feel the ground let alone see it.
She wiggled her toes and felt nothing like
her pain receptors were on the fritz. Her eyes went everywhere trying to make
out some kind of familiarity, something to grasp onto in this dream that she
had no idea of what was in store for her. Her heart began to pound in her chest
as the panic started to build up, her lungs were burning and breathing got
harder. That’s when she noticed that she wasn’t breathing but instead holding
her breath, not that she needed to
breathe in her dream but that moment of clarity could stop her from going
through the freak out she was having.
Laughter bubbled up from what she thought would
be the corner of the room if it had walls and the evil tones swam in circles
around her. Skye stepped in the initial direction that the sound had come from,
something telling her to go that way even though the sense of a warning was
telling her to run away…fast. Her feet didn’t seem to be touching the floor and
she moved with no effort at all, almost gliding. As she got closer to the
laughter it began to falter and then stopped abruptly. Moving forward, the fog
began to lift and clear until she saw two chairs sitting opposite each other, on
the edges of an ornate golden rug. At first they looked like simple wooden
dining chairs with the padded cushions and she made a face at how 80’s they
looked. Once the thought was in her head they slowly warped and changed into a
couple of cushy leather Lazy Boy’s.
“Have
a seat…” Skye heard echoed from behind her and she didn’t hesitate, she
spun around ready to defend herself. When she noticed nothing behind her she shook
of the sense of foreboding and stepped around the chair. For all of the intense
feelings though she wasn’t scared because she knew this was a dream and she was
not going to wake herself up. She would stay and wake up naturally while
hopefully satisfying her sense of curiosity. Already having accepted the weirdness
that was going on, it felt easier in a way not to question what was happening
to her but to go with it and see where it led her. It seemed not to mess with
her head as much. She moved herself over and sat down, scooting her rear end
all the way back and placed her hands in her lap while she waited for god knew
what.
As if reading her mind the disembodied
voice was all around her again. “God?”
it questioned “God has nothing to do with
me.” Skye rolled her eyes; she knew that this was just posturing somehow.
Resigned to waiting patiently for what
seemed like forever, she finally caught movement across from her heading in her
direction. Brief flashes of colour in-between the wisps of fog that still
skirted the outer edges of the chairs caught her gaze as the flow of a deep
purple gown with gold sequins criss-crossing across the bodice of the strapless
fabric moved like a calm slow running stream as the goddess in question stepped
forward. At first Skye was taken by surprise because the face staring back at
her was her own, the only difference besides the way she dressed was that her
hair was swept up away from her face and held in place by golden combs and
ribbons.
Skye felt the power coming off of her and swallowed
hard. “So to what do I owe this pleasure?” She said in a voice that surprised
her at being strong. That was when she realized that this was no dream. That
this was going to be another person/soul trying to make her do something she
didn’t want to do. Trying to keep her composure was tough and fear was not what
was driving her emotions at all despite everything she was scared of, it was
the frustration of feeling like she was being toyed with and commanded. Even though
she didn’t know exactly what was going on right now in this moment, she was
well aware now that this was not a dream cooked up by the stories that Dom and
Maury had told her. This unrealistic vision for all intents and purposes felt very real in the marrow of her
bones and she knew now beyond a shadow of a doubt while she looked into her own
face that she was going to have a fight on her hands because she wasn’t going
anywhere.
Georgia looked over Skye with a cynical eye
as she came and sat down in the chair opposite her. She fussed lovingly with
the skirt of her dress until it fanned out and revealed the golden sandals on
her feet. “We meet for the first time
Skye, officially.” There was no shock at seeing her own face across from
her in humble clothes because she knew what the score was. She knew all about
Skye in the way that she was fully aware of. Soul swapping was always part of
the progression and if she could only stop the Guardians from taking it upon
themselves the dispose of her whenever they disliked her methods her soul would
have more time in their shared body, and even though the having children
situation was a cold blast in the face, she had recovered and already had her
wheels turning that the Guardians could take care of them once she reclaimed
what was hers. She could feel Skye though, her discontent as well as her
strength. The energy pulsating out of her body in waves was completely full of
displeasure.
Georgia continued to play with the material
of her skirt twirling the edge between her fingers while she looked Skye in the
eye wondering how this encounter was going to progress. She quickly decided
that there was only one way this was going to go. “You know it’s my time, correct?” she paused only for effect to make
it look like she was giving Skye a chance to speak but when nothing came from
her she shrugged and continued, “This is
my body, first and foremost…it is mine.” Georgia crossed her legs at the ankles and sat
calmly as she waited for a response from her mirror image.
She watched as Skye sat forward until she
was on the edge of the leather chair and rested her elbows on her knees with
her wrists crossed while she looked Georgia up and down. She knew where Skye’s thoughts
were and at one point she was noting how insane it was that she was looking at
a carbon copy of herself dressed like a Greek goddess and now…well now she was
getting very angry. Georgia smiled in spite of herself, just waiting for Skye
to concede at then she felt the shift from anger to clarity and relief.
Skye while trying to keep everything in
check in her brain was just about to lose her mind when the thought struck her
that in fact, she had the upper hand. She had heard what was said about the
incantation and without her saying it there was no way out for the woman in
front of her unless…
She would have to figure out if only she had
to say it or if anyone could. All that swam around in her mind was hope that
this was true and seeing as it had never happened before that it was possible. With
the knowledge she had right now if it turns out that she might have the power to
keep Georgia right where she was then she would do whatever she had to, except
that Georgia had already punched her way through once already and clearly had
no real control over how long she stayed in possession of their shared space
but could probably do considerable damage in the time she had it.
Now was her chance to assess the goddess
carefully. “Can I ask you something?”
Georgia frowned, “I’m not usually one to answer questions.”
“Humour me then. I mean it’s the least you
can do since you want me to vacate the premises right?”
Georgia seemed to think about that and
decide she had nothing to lose.
“What did you do?” Skye’s eyes roamed the
fog before settling back on Georgia’s face. “What did you do to be cursed to
half an existence and does that mean I’m not real?”
Georgia fiddled with her skirting again but
didn’t answer, her lips were pressed tightly together and her brows low as she
seemed to be remembering the past and not looking happy about it at all. When
she did look at Skye again there was confusion and a hint of fear. Georgia
stood quickly and with grace before Skye noticed that her hands that were still
crossed at the wrists were fading, fast. Georgia was up and running towards her
but she wasn’t fast enough, by the time she got to the other Lazy Boy… Skye was
gone.
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