Post by EMMA BRYONEY O'CONNOR on Sept 11, 2010 7:20:41 GMT -5
—EMMA BRYONEY O’CONNOR.
[/size]Eighteen, COLLEGE, Elise Jane[/center][/size][/i]
He was back, finally. Sweat dripped off his face as he shivered in the early after noon air. His shirt was torn and his eyes were puffy and raw. Looking down at his torn shirt he frowned as patches of blood began to form underneath the ruined material, he let out a sigh and picked up the large first aid kit he had hidden behind his desk, ready and waiting to be used.
Why had his powers been so cruel, taking him back to that day. He balled his fists as he bit down on his lips ignoring the searing pain that flooded through him as he applied the gauze sealing in the wound. Running a hand through his hair he turned to the mirror that hung behind his desk, the shiny surface reflecting his dishevelled appearance as he gave himself a thumbs up and a cool nod before his smile slowly disappeared.
When he had travelled it had been involuntarily, sometimes Blake had control over his powers other times, times like this he didn’t and when he travelled like this anything could happen. He was lucky he was able to travel back, sometimes Blake would get stuck which normally involved him waiting around like an idiot till his power decided to take him home. He hated it but really there was nothing he could do.
It hadn’t been a particularly fond place he’d travelled back to, a flicker of a fond smile graced and left his face simultaneously as he could still smell her perfume. He’d been so stupid! He could have told her, not to go and that he still loved her… She had been perfect with a pale white face and long locks of silvery blonde hair that reached the bottom of her back, her jade green eyes had been bewitching to him and she was amazing but sadly he hadn’t been.
They had ended on bad terms and after she stormed out and left him, it had happened on that cold December night the mugger had shown up she had always been a stubborn lady and refused to give him her purse, originally he hadn’t been with her when she was killed but as a traveller observing the events with an older face an unrecognisable face he could comfort her in final moments as she slowly slipped away.
After calling the ambulance Blake had left the scene slipping away into the background, he was a stranger to that time an intruder he shouldn’t’t have even spoke to her, the damage he could have done it would have been paradoxical. After escaping down one of London’s dark alleys he’d run foul of a street gang and after attempting street talk to get away from them had been rewarded with a kick in the face and a punch to the gut as they cut him and took his own wallet.
He didn’t understand it really, Blake thought he was keeping it real talking to them like that! But apparently he hadn’t. Frowning to himself his expression softened as he walked out of the office and through into his bedroom peeling off his ruined t-shirt and grabbing a new one. He felt better, still the feeling of loss overwhelmed him. He scolded himself mumbling incoherently it had been ten years ago when she’d died he should be over it.
Blake would tell himself that there was nothing he could have done, he frowned again banishing that thought from his memory. OF COURSE he could have done something, he could have told her how he felt told her… that he still loved her and that he didn’t want her to leave him. If he had she’d still be alive and he wouldn’t have to justify himself like this.
He ran a hand through his hair as he stretched out reaching his pillows with his outstretching arms, sleep sounded ideal to him, maybe in his subconscious he could find peace. A place where he wouldn’t be troubled by his powers, closing his eyes he curled into a small ball tucking his hands underneath his head as he slowly fell deep into a dreamless sleep
ELLIE-BUG.18.GMT. Douchewaffle
