"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing, Trevor?!"
His leap terrified her, screeching the car to a halt. Definitely not the time to be playing games with Anne... And someone was, because she could hear a voice. The voice sung in that strange rhyme like Trevor had only minutes ago... Something was up.
"Oh darling, my love. My sweet. My dear. You can see me, touch me, hold me, all yours. Come to me, Trevor..."
Not if she had anything to say about it! Anne grabbed her .410 gauge out of the side compartment, only used twice. Let's hope she'd be as good of a shot now as she was then...
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Kerianne was so close to bringing Trevor to her, to keep with her forever. If he could only reach her, she might find that happiness: becoming a human herself. Right now, she only existed between subconsciousnesses, a figment of imagination. If someone like Trevor could love her, she'd earn a right to be alive! He struggled, nearer and nearer... She could feel his presence, and longed to actually touch him...
BANG! A shot! Where did it come from?
BANG! BANG!! The bullets roared like lions. His grip on this pseudo-reality loosened; he began to wake up. No! This couldn't be happening, no!
Kerianne scanned her surroundings, shapeshifting into darkness. She'd have to find the cause of those warning shots, putting off Trevor only for a moment. She shielded him in her dreamland, a field of flowers. A return would only be able to occur after the gun-bearer ceased.
Her shadow scoured the ground, searching for the body...
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