"I'm not leaving you!" Allison hissed, looking up at him with that heat in her eyes. "I won't run unless you're running with me, I'm not scared of some stupid billionaire bat--but Jason, I don't think it's Bruce--"
"...Allison?"
It was her father's voice, gentle and concerned in her ears, and even though she knew it had to be a trick, it still sapped the rage from her in an instant...so swiftly she swayed on her feet, vaguely dizzy.
Dizzy enough she can't tell if it's Jason or her that's suddenly wobbling as she keeps her eyes fixed on Jason.
"Allison, are you all right?"
I will not look. I will not look. He's not there. I will not look.
"Allison..."
The voice was suddenly closer, much closer, startling her. She gasped, she turned...
Chris Argent stood there, smiling at her warmly, features etched with fond worry as he opened his arms in invitation.
"Sweetheart...I was so worried! You ran away so fast..."
Her fingers tightened around her daggers, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to break the skin without her gloves to protect her. Dimly, she knew she should be worried about Wayne, but her father's face filled her whole vision, and everything in her felt like she was six years old again and ready to rush into her Daddy's arms after she got lost at the Orange County Fair when she bolted to see if the food stall up ahead had the deep fried Snickers bar Aunt Kate promised her...
"You're not real." She whispered, silent tears streaming down her face as she shook her head. "You can't be real..."
Be real. she felt herself wishing, desperate, panicked even, because she didn't want to see him if it was a trick.
Be real. Stop making me doubt. Don't you dare tell me this is another training exercise, Daddy...
"Tell me you see him." She managed to plead with Jason as her fingers began to bleed where her daggers cut into her skin with her viselike grip. "Please tell me you see him..."
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Date: 2014-08-19 12:28 am (UTC)"...Allison?"
It was her father's voice, gentle and concerned in her ears, and even though she knew it had to be a trick, it still sapped the rage from her in an instant...so swiftly she swayed on her feet, vaguely dizzy.
Dizzy enough she can't tell if it's Jason or her that's suddenly wobbling as she keeps her eyes fixed on Jason.
"Allison, are you all right?"
I will not look. I will not look. He's not there. I will not look.
"Allison..."
The voice was suddenly closer, much closer, startling her. She gasped, she turned...
Chris Argent stood there, smiling at her warmly, features etched with fond worry as he opened his arms in invitation.
"Sweetheart...I was so worried! You ran away so fast..."
Her fingers tightened around her daggers, hard enough to hurt, hard enough to break the skin without her gloves to protect her. Dimly, she knew she should be worried about Wayne, but her father's face filled her whole vision, and everything in her felt like she was six years old again and ready to rush into her Daddy's arms after she got lost at the Orange County Fair when she bolted to see if the food stall up ahead had the deep fried Snickers bar Aunt Kate promised her...
"You're not real." She whispered, silent tears streaming down her face as she shook her head. "You can't be real..."
Be real. she felt herself wishing, desperate, panicked even, because she didn't want to see him if it was a trick.
Be real. Stop making me doubt. Don't you dare tell me this is another training exercise, Daddy...
"Tell me you see him." She managed to plead with Jason as her fingers began to bleed where her daggers cut into her skin with her viselike grip. "Please tell me you see him..."