03 - Dangerous Illusions - Angel (with A.J.)
I feel that some sort of a disclaimer should be put on this. This is A.J.
speaking. I'd like to say that not everyone has the so called "gift" of writing. Angel here is one of them, I guess. IT WAS SOLELY HER IDEA FOR THIS STORY, 100%. The only part I seem to play in this is just fixing it up. It seems quite the excessive thing to do; to fix this and add that. But I'd love to see her succeed--cuz face it. . . when it comes to horror, action and down right X-Files type paranormal crap---no one does it like Angel. So ignore the fact that I'm here cuz this is all Agent Mulder, the great Albertanian Alien Queen's work. This is all 4 you, Angel.
ONE
"Is it all in my mind?Is it my imagination? They couldn't really be there. . .
could they? Isaac thought, looking at himself in the bathroom mirror one Tulsa night.
"Ike hurry uuuuup!" Zac's whining pleas pierced through Isaac's train of
thought like a hot knife through butter.
"Huh?" Ike muttered, turning toward the door and letting his toothbrush fall
from his fingers.
"Get out!" Zac yelled, pounding on the door.
"Go away," Ike said, turning back toward the mirror and running his brush
through his hair. Isaac observed himself in the mirror and went back to the
problem at hand. Am I crazy? Could it really be my imagination?
CRACK!!!
Ike jumped at the noise of the Abaloni shell shattering into a million shards
on the floor. He shook his head, looking back toward the mirror and seeing Zac standing next to the shattered shell.
"Zac,what are. . . " Isaac stoped in mid sentance, realizing it was not Zac he
was talking to. He looked back at the broken shell but this time there was no
one standing beside it.
"Man, you need a vacation," he stated, turning back toward the mirror and
seeing the boy again. He froze. His hands, which were rubbing his eyes,
quickly covered them and his breath ran dry. When he dared, he let them fall to his sides, trembling.
"What the hell?" He stated, looking around the bathroom again. He sighed, picked up his clothes, unlocked the door and walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to his room, totally ignoring Zac's nasty remarks.
Isaac sat on his bed thinking.
"Hey Ike, what's up?" Taylor said lifelessly, walking in and plopping down on
his bed.
Isaac looked up at Tay and went to turn his head to back to his journal, but
something caught his eye. He turned his head slightly to it, and his eyes
widened. He shook his head and looked again. Surely enough, standing there was the little boy he saw in the bathroom mirror. He was accompanied by an older woman of about thirty who was wearing clothes that looked like they were from the early eighteen hundreds. The boy was standing in front of her, wearing the same decor. He looked like he was perhaps eight or nine.
"Hey, Ike! IKE!" Taylor shouted from his bed across from Ike's in the room
they shared. He knelt next to Isaac, shaking his brother by the shoulder. He
was terribly worried. "Ike, what's wrong?"
"D-do you see them?" Isaac asked, wide eyed. He turned to Taylor, seeming to actually notice him for the first time.
"See who?" Taylor asked. eyeing Isaac. He looked around their room, which held their beds, Ike's three electric and two acoustic guitars, their dressers,
basketball hoop, garbage pail, leggo station and many piles of things just
thrown around. But nothing that would be described at 'them.'
"See THEM!!!" Ike yelled, gesturing to the spot in front of him wildly. He
turned to it and realized that nothing was there.
"Ike, what? What are you talking about?" Taylor demanded, backing away from Ike and looking around. He was now very, very disturbed at his brother's madness. "I don't see anyone, Isaac!"
"Nothing," Isaac sighed gently, letting his body fall onto his thick green
comforters. "Nothing."
Taylor looked at Ike, shook his head and left laughing. "I get it! Just becuase me and Zac got you real good, it doesn't mean you have to flip out on me. Good one, bro."
Isaac gave a heavy sigh, getting up and turning off the light. He headed back to his bed and lay down, pulling the covers over his head. He tried to
evaluate the night's events, but only fell into a restless sleep.
TWO
Isaac woke up in a cold sweat. He sat up instantly, looking around his dark
room. He saw figures standing around him. A closer look revealed that it
wasn't his family or friends surrounding him. He checked his clock. It read
12:39 a.m.
Taylor slept soundly, as usual.
Isaac gave a low moan. It didn't seem like there were two figures in his room.
It seemed more like. . . twenty. They stood and watched him carefully. They
all looked different in looks an attire, which ranged from 1830 to 1970. It
seemed that their only likelihood was the fact that they were see through
white blurs. Just like the "X files". . . only I don't get a hot assistant,
Ike thought bitterly.
But he really was not that cocky about this. He was actually scared out of his
mind. "Wha--what do you want?" he choked out.
"Come with us, Isaac. You have to come with us," one of little boys said,
coming close to him and putting his hand on Ike's. Isaac looked down, shocked out of his mind, and saw that he had blood on his hand. His eyes widened and he tried to scream.
"No no no, I can't!" Isaac cried hysterically. He tried to move past them, but
he couldn't.
"We can't leave with out you, Isaac," a little girl said, looking at him with
a cold glare.
"NO NO NO GO AWAY!!!" Isaac screamed, finding his voice. Somehow Taylor slept through this.
"We can't! You brought us here." the little girl replied, a grin of reckoning
spreading on her face.
"No! GO AWAY! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!!!" Isaac screamed over and over. He sat up in bed as the lights flipped on. He found Taylor and Zac staring at him. He looked around frantically, seeing no ghosts and Taylor's bed empty. He had forgotten that it was Zac and Tay's movie night.
"Where are they?" Isaac screeched frantically, hugging his pillow.
"Isaac, who?" Zac asked, giving Ike a questiong look.
"Them! They were just here!" Ike cried, getting up and going to the window.
"WHO, ISAAC? WHO THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!" Taylor screamed at Isaac as he ran out of the room and into the bathroom down the hall.
Isaac locked the door to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. "What is
happening to me?" he asked out loud, choking on a sob. He looked up to see the girl standing next to him. He turned around, but she was gone. He looked at the mirror and there she was. "I can only see you in the mirror. . .leave me alone!" Isaac screamed, picking up the toilet plunger and shattering the mirror. He began to laugh manically. "Thats how to get rid of you!" Isaac cried wildly, unlocking the door and heading to his room. He raised the plunger and flung it into the mirror.
"Ike, what are you doing?! STOP!!!" Zac yelled at Ike, trying to pull the
plunger away from him. But Isaac, the considerably stronger one, easily pushed him away.
"Shit," he wimpered, looking down at his bleeding hand.
"Isaac, stop it!!!" Taylor yelled, pushing Ike down on his bed.
Ike buried his head in his hands.
Taylor bent to help Zac up. "Zac, go get Mom and Dad, " he whispered into Zac's ear.
Zac got up and went down to the first floor. He brought his mother and father
up minutes later. They entered the room to see Taylor comforting Isaac, who
was sobbing on his bed.
Zac walked over to Isaac slowly and put his hand over Ike's bleeding one. "You have to come with us, Ike."
"What? No! Leave me alone no! NO!" Isaac yelled at Zac.
"Clarke Isaac Hanson, you will come with us downstairs now!" Walker yelled at his son.
"NO! NO! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Isaac screamed again, looking at his bloody hand again. But not his blood. Blood from Zac's cuts.
"Isaac, what's wrong?" Diana yelled at him. "Are you crazy? Look what you
did!" she said, gesturing to the shattered glass on the floor.
"No, no, I'm not crazy," Isaac yelled, picking up a peice of glass and backing
to the end of his bed. "I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy!" He squeezed his eyes
shut as the glass sunk into his wrist and the blood began to pour from the
unsealable gash he had made.
"Ike, stop it!!! You are crazy!!!" Taylor yelled.
"No, no, I'm not! You don't see them, but I'm not crazy," Ike whispered in a
low and frightened voice. He looked around at everyone and brought the long, bloody peice of glass to his neck.
"NO, IKE!" Zac screamed, trying to dive for his brother.
Isaac gave a low moan and slit his throat. He began to gasp and choke before he fell to bloody blankets, lifeless.
Zac fell to the floor, moments too late.
"ISAAAAC, NO! MY BABY!" Diana sobbed, dropping down to her knees next to her son. "No no no," she repeated over and over, hugging the bloody and dead body to herself.
Isaac's funeral was held a week after the incident. Walker blamed himself for
it. Taylor had went into shock and wasn't very active. It seemed like he had
gone toally mute. Diana's heart was broken and she was a little crazier, it
seemed, still addressing her son like he was alive. Zac hadn't been the hyper, bouncy boy everyone had known before. He wore Ike's clothes often and wore black even more.
The funeral day had come and went.
THREE
"Hey, Tayles, you okay?" Zac asked, coming over and sitting next to Taylor on his bed.
Taylor just looked at him with sad, tired eyes.
Zac shook his head and sighed. He didn't expect Taylor to speak. He walked out of his room and into the bathroom to shower. He looked at the mirror that
Isaac had broken. It was recently replaced. Zac choked. "Why, Isaac? Why did you have to do that?" he asked himself, tears beginning to stream down his face. He turned to the mirror and gasped. He couldn't let himself believe what he saw.
"Isaac?"
Next
Previous
Archives