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crack_van2005-10-31 02:52 am
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Dybbuk by Peregrine (PG-13)
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Fandom: THE DEAD ZONE
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Fanfiction.Net Profile
Why this must be read:
Johnny's house is serving as temporary storage for donations for the Faith Heritage Alliance, and one item in particular is having a strange effect on him. He's been having strange and haunting nightmares, and now horrific visions of betrayal and violence by his closest friends. The deeper he digs for the truth, the greater the danger becomes, but something inside him won't let go...
Dybbuk
Fandom: THE DEAD ZONE
Pairing: None
Author on LJ: Unknown
Author Website: Fanfiction.Net Profile
Why this must be read:
Johnny's house is serving as temporary storage for donations for the Faith Heritage Alliance, and one item in particular is having a strange effect on him. He's been having strange and haunting nightmares, and now horrific visions of betrayal and violence by his closest friends. The deeper he digs for the truth, the greater the danger becomes, but something inside him won't let go...
Johnny grinned a little and saw him to the door. "Have a good day, Bruce," he said as he patted him on the shoulder...
He felt the stuttering roar and familiar vision tug that sent him into that different world that was the place of his visions. He'd tried many times to describe the sensation and failed as it was impossible to convey it in anything other than secondhand descriptions interpreted through other senses than the one that was working. It was like a lucid dream of reality. There was a knowledge that it wasn't now, but a raw overwhelming feeling that this was real and that it would happen, or had happened. He could feel that. He usually said that he would feel a little disorientated and the images would come at him or he would rush into them, sometimes like the whisper of a ghost, and sometimes like an arrow striking a target.
This time was brutal, hard, visceral in its impact
Flash of a blade above him, catching his panicking vision. The feeling of weight on him, kicking back hard, fighting for his life. His breath was ragged and the emotion was one of desperation and betrayal. He fumbled and gripped for the blade even as he was aware of himself yelling. "No! I won't LET you! "
He whirled fighting, tumbling, unable to see who or what was attacking him. It didn't feel right. It burned in his mind, in his sight, making his eyes stream as if he was trying to see through a needle piercing in through the dark centers of his pupils.
But he was losing. A large burning hand pushed down on his chest and he could see the knife descend slowly and a very familiar voice choke out...
"I'm sorry, John. But I have to do this. It's gone too far."
Bruce.
He blinked, swam up out of the other-world, released from its tyrannical grip and Bruce was half way down the drive way to his truck "...and do those exercises, John, or you'll be the one regretting it!"
He was too shaken to do anything else except raise his hand and nod before retreating.
Dybbuk

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