Sight

It’s been awhile since her demons came to play.

They come to her in her sleep, wrapping around her, pinning her down and climbing through her nightgowns, though her skin, burrowing deep in her muscles and their eyes glowed purpleorangeblack behind her closed eyelids. She stopped seeing them when she was about ten, around the same time she began her warrior training and she learned that she could kill demons with a single flick of the golden whip Hodge had given her for Christmas.

But Hodge was gone now, the demons had got him and he was gone and everything changed and the demons come back and she barely even hears them as they creep across her floor and the first one climbs onto the bed and it’s eyes glint and she triestriestries to scream and struggle but this is dreamworld, but it’s not her dreamworld because she can’t scream or struggle and someone took her voice and the bed splits open and she falls and the demons follow and they coil around her and squeeze and she’s suffocating and shrieking and the hole she is falling down is quite long and the demons will kill her before she hits the bottom and she screams again and again and again and the demons squeeze tighter and she couldn’t fight them off when she was ten and she can’t fight them off when she’s sixteen either and and and and and-

“it’sokayit’sokayit’sokay.” Someone’s holding her and the nightmare falls away and she’s pulled back up into her own bed, away from her dreamland and back in the real world and everything spins around her in painful clarity. Her hair is stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck with sweat and she gasps and reaches out and someone’s arms are around her and its Alec, her brother, her savior. Burrowing into his arms, she closes her eyes and, this time, there are no monsters hiding behind them. Alec makes it safe, Alec makes it all better.

It takes some time before the shaking stops, before her muscles stop jumping, pulling away under her skin and she panics for a second and claws at her arms because what if the demons are still there but Alec grabs her wrists and smoothes down her hair and whispers “Stopstop, its okay. I’m here.”

He’s there. The demons are there too, the sound of their toothy smiles pounding against the back of her mind but it doesn’t matter because he’s there.

He’s here.

A/n: Well, yeah. I wrote this while slogging through the filler chapter from hell for Deus Ex. :/ I sorta like it. Next part should be up soon! –enter standard review whore here because, unlike usually, I actually like this fic-