The Trio [Adaryn Monroe Eloise]

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"I'm not trying to play games with him, Ad," Monroe clarified. He was really just trying to figure out Cain, to get a step ahead of him. He had no right to take dreams away from people. Dreams were supposed to be where your imagination ran wild. They weren't a place for an evil being to enter and destroy everything. "He obviously has a power just like we do. That's how he's here, isn't it?" He spoke to Adaryn. "What kind of a hypocrite goes after teenagers with powers when he has one of his own? Maybe we shouldn't be allowed to roam the earth, but neither should he." He finished and turned back towards Cain. He was filled with rage at this man for what he was doing, not just to Adaryn but probably to others as well.

"I am powerful, you know. More so than you know. And so is she." If they would just embrace their powers. This was a good enough of a reason to do so. Lives were in danger. His eyes were narrowed, as if daring Cain to do something and Monroe wasn't sure where all of this had come from. All he knew was that his fear had been overshadowed by his anger.

He'd gotten some information, enough to know that Cain was obviously going into dreams because it's where humans are vulnerable. It was smart on his part, but they could fight back. They had to. If only Monroe had the experience, if only he'd opened himself to his powers earlier. He found himself begging for Eloise to wake them up, because he suddenly wasn't sure of what he was doing and he didn't want Adaryn to get hurt. He begged in his mind, but he was pretty sure that Eloise couldn't read thoughts of people who were sleeping. That didn't make any sense.

"This is not her fault," he said. He never even knew his voice could be this strong, this loud. He was normally so soft-spoken. He moved in front of Adaryn instinctively as Cain unsheathed his dagger. The same dagger that had struck his cheek last time and the same one that repeatedly plunged into Adaryn's stomach. He cast Adaryn a glance, but it was a firm one. He was still so angry, so wanting to show Cain that he wasn't a pathetic fifteen year old dreamwalker.

[Lux]

Monroe was loud, practically yelling over the pouring rain and the thunder. But she knew it wasn't because of the volume of all of this. It was because he was angry. He was angry that Cain was doing this to all of them, even people he did not know of. The anger was radiating off him, it's color a bright red in her mind. She bit her lip slowly before glancing at Cain once more. "Don't you see? All of this is a game for him! Your anger, it is giving him a reason to do what he does! Because he can't be stopped!" She stared up at him, pleading. But Monroe was not listening. He was already turned the other way, snarling at the man who killed her so many times before.

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" I am powerful you know," Cain repeated in a mocking tone, heading towards them slowly. This boy had no clue what he was doing, just screaming in a blind rage. In fact, his voice was giving Cain a bit of a headache. He would need to silence it soon, or he would get a migrane the next morning. It would be a shame to have one since he had so much to do the next morning. "You are nothing. The only thing you can possibly do is stand here and yell useless insults and threats at me. Why do you think you haven't found a way to control the dreams you walk in? Oh, that is right, because you cannot." Let that discorurage him, let that put his guard down.

"As for that child behind you, she is as useless as the gum on I had to scrape off of my shoe earlier today. She cannot control her powers, and she goes off at the simplest of things. Isn't that right, Adaryn? Or have you forgotten about your poor old sister already?" He sneered, his eyes shining with hate. The rain soaked through his clothes, and the waves were crashing, causing excess water to spray against them. His eyes burned from the salt, but he did not blink.

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Adaryn's breath hitched in her throat at the mentioning of her sister, and she immediately collapsed. Her sister was a healing wound, and now Cain had officially opened it up again. Salty water ran down her face, but she wasn't sure whether or not it was from tears or maybe it was the salt water from the ocean hitting her face. But that didn't matter. How did he find out about that? How did he know? Instead of saying anything, Adaryn screamed.

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Cain looked to Monroe, pointing at Adaryn with an amused look on his face. "You see? Useless. She cannot come up with anymore than a simple scream as a response. How pathetic." He gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, his knuckles turning white, before he evaporated into a gray mist to disguise his location. He slowly inched toward the location where the dreamwalker stood and appeared before him. "Any last words before I end your life entirely, dreamwalker?" He growled before pushing the knife towards his stomach. He heard Adaryn scream once again, pleading for Monroe to run. But it was too late. He would be dead in a matter of seconds.

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He could be stopped. Adaryn was wrong. There was a way. There had to be a way. Monroe remembered that he'd told himself he was going to stay calm, but that resolve had so quickly faded and now he was irate, but if there was one thing he knew about anger, it was that it could be channeled into something useful. Cain tried to make them hate themselves through what he said. It seemed as if he'd tried time after time to tear Adaryn down, make her believe she was nothing. And it had somewhat worked. She was so fearful that she didn't realize that her powers were useful. Monroe had done that all himself, he stopped trying to think about his power, tried to stop using it. That's why he stayed up all the time, not getting any amount of sleep.

"She is not useless. Adaryn has a good heart." He was bringing up something that was obviously a sore spot for Adaryn and although he didn't know what happened with her sister, Cain had no right to use that against her, let alone even know the information. Adaryn had been weakened and she was screaming. Cain had got into her head and that even blinded Monroe more by rage if possible.

Then Cain had disappeared and Monroe's eyes darted around, wondering where he'd gone, but he knew that he wasn't about to leave them alone. A moment later Cain appeared before him and then everything blurred.

Adaryn was screaming. Screaming for him to run. Cain was asking him if he had any last words. The dagger was going for his stomach. He barely had a chance to think. And only a fraction of a word got out of his mouth before the dagger pierced through him. "Ada--" He nearly choked on her name. He looked down, dazed as the world began to spin. The dagger connected to Cain's hand was in his stomach.

He squeezed his eyes shut. This did not just happen, he thought angrily as the waves crashed up around them. This wasn't supposed to happen. The dagger was pulled out from his body violently and he crumpled to the sand, the waves crashing up around him, the water stained red. He shouldn't be able to do this. This isn't his dream to control. I'm a dreamwalker, there's got to be something I can do than just enter someone's dream and then die. He does not own me.

He couldn't bear to look down at his stomach as he knew that he would be dead in a matter of seconds. He couldn't even speak, so instead, he just waited for death, only feeling the cold waves thrashing up against his body.

But he waited for something that never came. Monroe was alive and he had no idea how.

[emilybuj]

When they first went under Ella wasn't sure how to react. Adaryn had just folded her arms and peacfully fell asleep. Then Monroe said a few words and collapsed as if gravity just took over and forced him down to the nearest surface. When his forehead hit the table with a thud, Ella raised an eyebrow, concerned, and pushed his head to the side slightly to see if he had split his head open. There wasn't any blood to be seen though, so she just shrugged to herself, and sat back, opening one of her books but keeping an eye on the two of them at all time.

They seemed pretty twitchy during the entire ordeal, and Eloise wasn't sure if that was a reason to wake them up. She put her book down, and watched them more carefully, trying to decipher if there was an actual problem. Adaryn seemed a little bit upset. Ella sighed, but went back to her book, trying to ignore the soft sounds of distress coming from Adaryn. Monroe had barely moved though.

It was a few minutes later when something happened that made Ella put her book down. She suddenly heard a voice in her head. It wasn't a thought. It was too clear. It was Monroe's voice pleading with her to wake him up. It was more than just a though. She could feel the emotion behind it. She wasn't sure what had happened but she knew she had to do something at this point. So she went over to Monroe, and shook his shoulder a bit. "Monroe wake up," she said, but it did nothing. He was probably much to tired for her to just wake him up, but she was trying, shaking him a little bit harder.

And just before she grabbed both of his shoulders in an attempt to shake him awake, Monroe jolted and his chair was pushed back. Eloise jumped away wide-eyed, and went again to shake him, but pulled away when she felt something warm and sticky on her hands. A pool of red was forming on Monroe's shirt, right at his stomach. Eloise couldn't breath. A lump formed in her throat as she stepped forward, and began begging Monroe to wake up. "Monroe! Monroe!" she shouted, as she took off his shirt, to assess the damage, ready to stick her hands in whatever wound had been formed. His stomach was covered in blood, but Ella was unable to locate any wound. Profundly confused, she went back to shouting and shaking Monroe. "THOMAS MONROE MONTGOMERY WAKE THE FUCK UP!" she cried. And when his eyes began to flutter open, she sighed with relief, and turned to Adaryn, knowing she couldn't leave her in the dream alone. With her blood stained hands, she began to shake Adaryn as well.

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Monroe looked up at Cain as he slowly felt the pain ebbing away. The blood was still there when he looked down, but there was no huge wound or anything, just a lot of blood. The water washed some of it away and he was drenched in water and crimson. He stared, his fingers reaching for his stomach, wondering what the hell had happened to him. He'd been stabbed. He'd been dying just moments ago.

The scene started fading before him and his eyes fluttered open. At first it felt like he was under water and then he heard Eloise screaming his name. His vision cleared and the library came into view, books surrounding them. "El..." he began, but his voice came out hoarse. He looked down at himself, at the blood that stained his shirt and his hands, at the hole in his shirt where the dagger had gone through. Not only was there blood, he was wet, with a lot of water. He could still smell the ocean. But there was no pain. Not anymore. He turned quickly to see Eloise shaking Adaryn and then he realized that he'd left her there alone.

"Ad! Ad! Wake up!" He started to shake her as well, desperation coating his voice.

[Lux]

"Any last words before I end your life entirely, dreamwalker?"

"Monroe! Run! No! Cain! No, please! Kill me instead! PLEASE!" But it was too late, even before Monroe could put out his last words. The knife was plunged into his stomach and Cain twisted, satisfaction covered all over his face. She let out a blood curdling scream that came from the deepest part of her. Right now she couldn't function. Her friend was dying in front of her eyes. Once Cain pulled the dagger out and Monroe crumpled to the floor, Adaryn went crawling for him, screaming his name hysterically.

Cain wasn't going to allow her to see him though, he wouldn't allow her to touch him. Instead, he found himself walking over, stepping over the body of the dreamwalker whom he thought was dead. "See what you did, Adaryn. You killed another person. He wouldn't be dead--" He pointed towards Monroe "--if it weren't for you. See now why you should be killed? What makes you think your other friends aren't next?" He raised a brow, grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up.

Adaryn cried out in pain, frustration, and fear. He had her by the hair and was pulling with all his might, so she forced herself to stand even though her legs felt weak and would probably collapse in a few seconds. "You... killed him..." She sobbed, looking at Monroe's body. He lay by the water limply, blood mixing in with the water that was washing up against him. "You killed him... and it was my fault..." How would she tell Eloise that he was dead? That he wouldn't wake up from all of this?

"That is right, Adaryn. He is dead all because of you, you worthless piece of rubbish." He threw her with all his might, and she went flying, hitting a palm tree in the process. She gasped as the air was literally knocked from her lungs. The rain was pouring even harder, the wind howling with rage. Small trees were being uprooted and she looked to see if Monroe may still be alive, praying that the knife was merely just an illusion, but when she gained enough to move her head in the direction of her fallen friend, he was completely gone. Is that what happened when people died in a dream, they just disappeared? "Monroe?" The reality really sank in now. He was dead. "Monroe!"

"Cry all you'd like child, but your friend is dead and you will be too in a few moments." His foot connected with her side, and she fell over. She rolled onto her back with a groan, and suddenly the knife was above her, about to plunge into her stomach.

That was when she woke up.

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"Ad! Ad! Wake up!"

The voices sounded distant, as if they were calling her from miles away. But as moments passed, the voices sounded clearer and closer, and she could actually feel the hands on her shoulders. She didn't feel the familiar pain of the knife wound, but instead she felt a barable ache in her ribs. Yes, it hurt to breathe, but it wasn't nauseating. Why did her ribs hurt? Did she...?

Adaryn jerked upward in her seat, gasping for life. Instantly everything came flooding back. The storm, Cain, and then Monroe and his... No... Monroe was dead... She let out an audible sob, and when she looked to see who had their hands on her shoulders, she couldn't believe her eyes. "Monroe..." She whispered in shock, her eyes going wide before quickly wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. She sobbed into his shirt. "I-I thought... But... The knife...!" Her ribs hurt "Please don't tell me this is another dream... Please be alive. Monroe..."

She didn't even realize he was soaking wet with blood and salt water. All she knew that he was alive, that he wasn't dead because of her. Cain didn't kill him. At the moment, she didn't care how. He was alive... He was alive... "You're alive..."

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Monroe could only hope that they'd stolen Adaryn away before Cain got the chance to kill her again. The rage he felt had faded away. He didn't know when, but it had and now he was left with an unidentifiable feeling.

And then she opened her eyes. And she was shocked that he was alive, that he was breathing or even looking at her. He let her wrap her arms around him and did the same, forgetting for a moment all of the blood and water he was covered in. His blood. Blood loss that should have killed him. He did feel sort of lightheaded, airy in a way, dazed. It almost felt as if he was still in a dream.

"I'm alive," he repeated, it sounded like a mumble into her shoulder. "I don't fucking know how, but I'm alive." He closed his eyes as he felt the thrust of the knife all over again and he cringed. The memory still burned in his mind. He knew it had happened. He felt like a part of him had died in that dream, like a part of him was washed away into the sea, but it wasn't a part of him that he particularly missed. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt stronger, even as he felt weak from all that had happened.

He pulled away from her embrace, his hands landing on her shoulders. "I'm here, Ad." His brown eyes were filled with reassurance as he looked at her. He had no idea how he was here. He hadn't even processed what had happened yet.

"El," he said, knowing that Eloise was probably scared out of her mind. "Thanks for waking me up."

[emilybuj]

Ella watched as the two embraced, theroughly relieved they were both generally ok. But also very very confused, and afraid as to what had happened. She was shaking, and holding her hands out away from herself, afraid to touch anything. She tried to wipe them off with Monroe's shirt which she still held, but she realized it was futile. She kind of felt like she was going to throw up. And when she looked back up at the two embracing, her eyes were drawn to a mark on Monroe's left shoulder. She was staring, and she knew she was, but she wasn't sure how to snap herself out of it.

It wasn't until Monroe turned and talked to her that she spoke. Her voice was shaking a bit as she nodded and tried to say with as much confidence as possible, "Oh not a problem." She handed him his shirt back. "Anytime... really." The sarcasm really laced her shaking voice at the last part, which helped lighten the mood somewhat. She went and flopped down in the chair she had been sitting in earlier, still holding her blood soaked hands out in front of her, and trying to ignore the nausea brewing inside of her.

[Lux]

Adaryn was shaking even more so than Eloise was, her whole body soaking wet from the mixture of rain and salt water. Her hair was completely disheveled by the wind, and she still made a small sound of pain every time she took in a breath. But even with her sobs and cries of pain, she still noticed the fear in Eloise's eyes and the panic across her face. She instantly took off her wet cardigan and handed it to Eloise, glad to have another long sleeved shirt underneath. Adaryn always had her arms covered.

"Eloise," Her voice sounded hoarse and strained, her ribs beginning to give her actual pain. Normally the pain would slowly subside, but this was only getting worse. She opened her mouth to tell them, but she noticed again how panicked Eloise looked, and the blood covering Monroe's pants and hands. She decided against telling them. She would heal eventually. No need to make them worry any more than they need to. "Take it. I have others back at the dorm."

She turned back towards Monroe, still in disbelief. She wanted to hug him again, just to see if he really was real. But then she noticed he was shirtless, and she could have sworn that her cheeks were hotter than the rest of her body. "M-Monroe..." She started, prying her eyes away from his bare chest and up to look at his face. She could barely see his eyes since his hair was covering them. She made no move to wipe it from his face. "I saw you on the floor... you were dead. You didn't move. Then you just--" Adaryn wrapped her arms around her midsection "--gone. You disappeared and I thought that was what happened when somebody died in a dream." But he was alive. He was there. Eloise saw him and was speaking to him. It didn't feel like a dream. It didn't look like a dream. It was all real. "Thank god." She winced.

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"I thought I was dead too, honestly..." Monroe mumbled, realizing that his shirt was amiss only when Eloise handed it back to him. "Uhm, thanks." He was still shaken at the amount of blood that covered him, the blood that now stained Eloise and Adaryn. His blood. He swallowed. "I was dead." He pulled the shirt over his head, fingers trembling and didn't care if it had made his hair even more messy. "I healed...somehow." He was still trying to figure it out. He was just as shocked as Adaryn and Eloise looked like she was going to be sick. "But...that dagger...I felt it. So I know it happened. I could feel myself dying." And it was the scariest shit ever.

He took a deep ragged breath, grateful that he could breathe at all and turned to look at Adaryn. "And even if I wasn't here, it wouldn't be your fault."

[emilybuj]

Ella could vaguely tell by the thoughts in her friends heads what had happened, but was missing some of the details. Frankly, however, her head was still reeling over what had happened on her end. She stared at Monroe for a minute. "How did you do that?" she asked, as she took cardigan which Adaryn offered her. She didn't do anything with it yet, as she was still attempting to process information. Too much information at once.

Monroe only looked at Ella confused in reply. "How did you tell me to wake you up. I heard you. But you weren't talking and I can't read minds when somebody's asleep. How did you do that?" she asked again. She felt as if she were rambling, and she probably was, but her mind and the other's minds were going at a mile a minute, making it very hard for Ella to focus and calm down. She realized the question wouldn't make sense to the other two who clearly had other things worrying them. But they needed to know what had happened to her too.

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Monroe was confused and shaken and exhausted and everything that had happened didn't make sense to him and now that he knew what had happened on Ella's end, he was even more so confused. "I didn't tell you to wake me up..." he trailed off, before realizing that he actually had. Well, he'd thought it. He'd been begging in his mind desperately even though he knew it was useless. And yet Eloise had somehow heard him. He stared at her. "Honestly, I don't know how I did anything, but...I was begging you in my mind to wake me up and I was just so angry...so angry at Cain....and I...after I was stabbed, I was dying and then suddenly...there was still so much blood, but no more pain, no more wound."

He looked away and pulled up his shirt to look at his stomach again, which was caked with blood, but there was nothing else to be seen. He dropped his shirt and looked up again. "I think it's safe to say that not only am I sleep deprived, I am confused as all hell."

He tried to calm down his racing mind long enough to actually think about what had happened and how it was possible that he had healed. He couldn't heal himself. He didn't have that power...

[Lux]

Adaryn to listened to the commotion going on in front of her, and in a way, she felt a little left out. The only thing she was panicking about was the fact that Monroe had almost died, but even she had realized all of this was real. Monroe was alive and Cain did not kill him. The other two were talking about some sort of thoughts and how Eloise heard Monroe. Wait... so maybe that was how he disappeared. Monroe was woken up first, and then herself. Adaryn definitely had mixed feelings about that, but she mainly felt grateful that she actually woke him up so he didn't die. Maybe Eloise saved his life.

Then he was talking about how he had no clue how he healed himself, and she recalled him saying that they were both powerful and it was as if a light bulb went off in her head. "Monroe!" She said a bit too loudly and moved a bit too quickly. She let out a small cry before continuing, trying to push away the pain she had just felt. God, her ribs hurt. "Monroe, remember how you said you wished you could control dreams? Remember how you said we had power?" When he gave her a blank face, she just sighed. "Maybe it was because you manipulated the dream." He had to have manipulated it because there was no other explanation as to what happen. Last time he was cut, it left a scar. But this time? There was nothing that she had seen other than a lot of blood. Luckily she wasn't squeamish.

She turned to Eloise "Do you think that could be possible? That he isn't just able to walk through dreams? What can your father do?" She was sure as hell asking a lot of questions for someone who was just hysterical a moment ago... No wonder her parents thought she was bipolar. Her empathy thing was seriously back and forth.

[emilybuj]

"It wasn't a thought though Monroe... it was like you forced yourself into my head. It was weird..." Eloise wiped her hands in the cardigan, getting rid of most of the blood. But she would have to take a shower later either way. "I don't know," Eloise said to Adaryn's questions. "All dreamwalkers are different. All mind readers are different. Dad says I'm more powerful than him already and I don't even know what I'm doing...." She rolled her eyes. Then looked back up. "But I mean yeah, it's possible," she said. "My dad can control certain parts of dreams. He used to chase the monsters out of my nightmares when I was a kid," she said giving a solid example.

She was still very confused, but working on putting the pieces together. But she knew they had also managed to make about 7 more question in the process of trying to get answers.

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Monroe shrugged. "I don't know how I forced myself into your mind...that sounds a little...impossible. I have no idea how you heard a thought of mine when I was unconscious. I was just desperately begging for you to wake me up because I didn't want to die. I didn't know that I was actually reaching you." The whole thing confused him and when Adaryn said his name, he turned to her to listen. "That's impossible though...I..." But it wasn't impossible. He could very well be more powerful than he knew. And so could Eloise and Adaryn. They just tried to ignore the fact that they had powers, but that hadn't gone so well. "I mean, I guess that makes sense..."

He listened to Eloise's explanation. "So, it's like there are different kinds of dreamwalkers? Like different breeds? And mixed breeds and..." He couldn't help but start to imagine different kinds of dogs and shook his head.