Possession Chapter 5 – Lucid

July 1, 2013 in itchysocks, Possession by itchysocks

Possession

Reader Discretion: Possession will contain violence, profanity, gore, sexual themes and coarse language.

Mason Lucas was by all accounts a monster. Everyone in the back of the prison van seemed to agree. He was handcuffed by his ankles and wrists, but that didn’t stop his emotionless turquoise eyes from staring at each of them. Mason watched as they tensed their muscles under his gaze. None of them could look him in the eye for more than a second. Mason wasn’t particularly intimidating, and most would consider him handsome at first glance, but he exuded a menacing aura. He was six-feet three inches of lean muscle.

While the guards avoided looking at Mason as much as they could, he himself decided that he would pass the time in silent reflection. He wondered what had happened, and how he wound up in this mess: sentenced for death by lethal injection. There was no way he could continue his mission of reuniting the world with god. His god.

Was this how his journey would end?

That was when he heard the familiar siren of a police car. He could tell it was coming from behind the vehicle. Mason watched as the men around him stared at each other in confusion. It was out of the ordinary for a police car to pull over a prison van. 

Mason could feel the prison van decelerate until it came to a complete halt.

“Murray, what’s going on? Why are we stopping?” questioned one of the older-looking guards stationed to his left.

A voice replied from the front seat. “It’s the cops.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t they know who we’ve got in here?”

“They should.”

Mason could tell that something was going on. Police officers didn’t stop a prison van for no apparent reason.

Mason focused his ears on his surroundings. He could hear the heavy steps of the police officers walking over to the vehicle. The paltry breaths of the men all around him. How he wished he could silence them.

“Is there a problem, officer?” Murray asked. “We’ve got an important delivery.”

Mason heard a soft female voice. “Who is it?”

“Mason Lucas.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Don’t you state officers know we’d be running through your neighbourhood? He’s heading to St. Lucia’s to serve his sentence.”

“Well first of all, you shouldn’t be going 80 miles an hour on an 60 road. A hell of a storm just passed by here and the roads are wet. It’s dangerous. Now before I go and radio the warden about how you were violating state traffic law, and I get your butt in trouble, is it alright if I see him? Mason Lucas?”

“Why on earth would you want to see him?”

“I’m curious. I’ve never looked a mass murderer in the eye. I’ve never seen a living, breathing monster.”

There was a long pause before Mason heard Murray reply. “Sure, I don’t see why not.”

Mason heard the car door swing open, and slam shut, followed by a series of footsteps. The steps made their way to the back door of the van where he was being held. He heard the click of a lock being opened, then another, and then another. Then the doors swung open. In front of him were a pair of California state officers dressed in full uniform with looks of absolute bewilderment. There was another person with them, a balding pudgy man that Mason took as Murray. The officers were complete contrasts of one another. There was a tall male officer, with dark skin and a bulky physique, and a shorter and skinnier blonde woman that had the same turquoise eyes that he had. 

“That is him. I don’t believe it,” she said.

Murray was all too eager to lock the door. “Alright, you had your fun. Is there anything else I can do for you officers?”

The blonde smiled at the men in the truck. “Actually, there is something you can do.”

It happened in the blink of an eye. Mason almost didn’t believe it, but he watched as both of the officers pulled out their weapons, shooting Murray once in the head, and then turning their attention to the prison guards in the van. Mason didn’t flinch as they opened fire into the enclosed space. They were helpless, but Mason didn’t care. He watched as the two officers created a gory mess all around him. screams and cries of horror filling the air; sounds that were a part of his trade. He could feel blood splatter onto his prisoner’s garbs, his arms, and even his emotionless face. He stared at the two officers, and waited for them to shoot him too but they never did.

Instead they entered the van and searched the dead bodies one by one. Eventually they pulled out a set of keys. His eyes lit up.

“Sorry about the mess,” spoke the blonde officer. “We’re here to free you.”

That much had become obvious to Mason.

“Do you know who I am?” Mason asked with a calm tone. “I’m not sure if that’d be the brightest idea.” His tone was filled with murderous intent, but that did not scare either of the officers.

“We know who you are,” replied the taller officer. “You’re Mason Lucas.”

“So you know what I would do if you were to free me, don’t you? You know what I’ve done to the hundreds before you. What makes you think I would treat you any differently.”

The two of them stared at each other, unafraid. Instead they smiled.

“I don’t think you’ll want to kill us Mason.”

“Why’s that?”

The blonde smiled.

“Because we’re monsters like you.”

*

Tiffany had spent the afternoon in the living room with the Johnsons and her housemates as they followed the news. Mrs. Johnson made some leftovers for lunch and squeezed some fresh lemonade to accompany an otherwise dreary day. As the news talked about the good and the bad from the aftermath of the storm, they had some conversations about the implications and what it all meant for the small college town. Surprisingly, Tom pitched the idea of getting out there and helping the locals out. He left the house with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson late in the afternoon to get out there. Tiffany would have joined them, but she had other things to worry about: her GPA.

Though the coverage of the news covered a lot of stories, Tiffany was surprised that Professor Ashby and his shooting were largely ignored by the media. Everyone was so fascinated by the storm that they simply saw the shooting as a sideshow to the main event. Tiffany was baffled by their coverage; they should be talking about the people out there who tried to kill another man in cold blood. That was much more chilling than any act of nature, which could not be controlled.

Now alone in her room, Tiffany found herself at her desk, basking in her quiet sanctuary. The attic was a space that was rather secluded from the rest of the household, and even though Mrs. Johnson always claimed that Tiffany was her favourite tenant, she did feel like the oddball the majority of the time.

It was at times like these, when she was completely alone, that Tiffany would think back to her family, their smiling faces, and how homesick she really was. University and books were a distraction, but so was the deep seeded feeling of loneliness of being at school on your own. Sure, she had some close friends, but family was family.

Tiffany pulled open her desk drawer and ruffled through the mess to pry out a photo album. Her mother had pieced it together for her before she left for college. She wanted to call them, but their neighbourhood phone lines were out of service, and her mobile phone had a poor signal and couldn’t seem to get through. So she settled for sending an e-mail to her mom, telling her that she was okay, and attached a photo that showed her characteristic smile. She would call them after this mess was over. Flipping through the pages of photos she watched as she evolved from daddy’s little princess to whom she was today.

A confused and tired young woman, fascinated by oddities and mystified by the idea of magic.

She eventually put away the photo album and got back to the books and papers on her desk. It was always an easy escape for her, to get lost in her studies. After a few hours of tireless note taking and reading, she decided it was time to take a short nap – a reward for her efforts.

As her eyes closed, she stared into darkness and could feel her thoughts slowly drift away.

It was then that she felt it. A feeling in her consciousness that told her she was again lost in a deep sleep. She would dream. A very specific type of dream. A dream that felt so real, you swore you could touch, taste, and smell everything in it. For Tiffany, these dreams were both a gift and a curse.

In one dream she might be making out with Jessica in her attic, and then in another, she would be chased by rabid wolves, or terrifying ravens. Then there were the dreams that were the worst of all, the ones that were prophetic in nature. She had seen things before, seen the future, of how certain events would play out. She foresaw her acceptance to Turlock University, her father’s car accident, and even met her brother’s wife before he had even dated her.

Of course nobody believed her when she would tell them about it. Everyone thought she was stressed or her wild imagination was getting the better of her. Yet, a lot of her dreams turned out to be true.

The hard part was determining which dreams would become reality, and which of her dreams were her imagination.

This time, she found herself in a hallway of a building. She watched as her mind filled out the blurs of the scene, as it always did, creating a vivid environment for her to look at. It didn’t take her long to realize that it was the campus library. She looked down, around, and side-to-side, and noticed that she was not the main character of the dream at all. She was only the watcher.

Then she heard a door swing open from behind her, and watched as a beautiful young woman entered the room. She had bright eyes and long light brown hair, with tall and well defined shoulders that were being flaunted by a low-cut blouse. Tiffany also noted the gold cross necklace that rested gently on her chest. She moved quietly, looking all around her for something amongst the shelves of books that surrounded her.

Tiffany knew this setting well. It was her territory, the basement of the campus library where all the odd books and journals were stored. What was she doing here?

Tiffany watched as the girl made her way down the corridor silently, moving past her being, until she turned to an aisle on her right. Used to the out-of-body experience, Tiffany moved with her. The girl ran her fingers along the labels on the shelves with her fingers, until she stopped in front of a tiny section at the far end of the aisle.

She carefully sifted through the books, with her fingers touching each cover. Tiffany knew most of these books well enough, and was curious as to which one she was interested in. After all, it was the occult section. Finally her fingers stopped over a book that Tiffany had wanted to check-out for weeks. The library said it had been lost, but in this dream it had been found. It simply read:

‘Apocalypsi.’

Tiffany watched as the girl took the book out from the stack, and started to flip through the pages, almost like she was familiar with its contents. She stopped at a chapter near the end of the book, but was interrupted by a loud thud – a sound that Tiffany was familiar with due to her occasional clumsiness.

Somewhere far down the hall, a book had fallen to the ground.

The girl was spooked. Something about her face told Tiffany that she knew she was in danger.

“Who’s there?”

Tiffany could hear another thud, another book fall to the ground again. It sounded like it was getting closer. She scanned the area searching for the source, but it was impossible to spot any movement between the tiny spaces in between the shelves.

“Hello?” the girl called out again, panic filling her voice.

Tiffany watched as the girl started to move back where she came, but a loud series of crashes sounded from the distance and Tiffany watched as bookshelf after bookshelf started to tumble upon one another like dominos until the fallen mess blocked her way out.

The girl turned around, as did Tiffany, to the other side of the aisle. A man had joined them. He was tall and muscular with a quiet confidence about him, and a stare that sent chills down Tiffany’s being. His eyes were a turquoise blue, and she immediately knew who it was.

Mason Lucas.

Tiffany’s eyes shot open as a sound filled her ears.

“Tiffany!” shouted Mrs. Johnson. “You have a guest again. It’s Jessica, she’s here to see you!”

Tiffany cursed out loud, and tried to remember all the little details. Who was the girl? Why was Mason Lucas there? He was headed for St. Lucia’s the last she had checked.

“Tiffany! It’s not polite to make this nice girl wait!”

This dream felt too real. The setting existed, and so did Mason Lucas, but who was the girl?

“Tiffany!”

“Yes, I heard you!” she hissed back.

Tiffany opened her attic door, and stared at Jessica who was waiting for her down below.

Mrs. Johnson turned to leave the two alone, slightly irritated at her disgruntled tenant.

“What are you doing here?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” she replied. “I wanted to call you, but for some weird reason the receptions awful. It must be the storm. Look, I thought maybe we could go over the project one more time. I was thinking about it, and there are some flaws in our arguments.”

Tiffany wanted to spend time with Jessica, but her mind was completely focused on her dream. “Can we do this another time?”

“Am I bothering you?”

“No, it’s just – I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

Jessica smiled. “Let’s talk about it.” Without another word she pulled the string to the attic door so that the ladder steps unfolded before her. She climbed her way up to Tiffany’s room, and pulled the contraption back up when she reached the top, so that they were alone.

Tiffany felt conflicted. Jessica was making an effort to get closer to her, and here she was feeling the need to gather her thoughts and be alone.

“So, what’s bothering you?”

“I had this really weird dream. I’m a little spooked.”

“What happened?”

“Just something really bizarre, you would never believe me if I told you.”

Jessica gently grabbed Tiffany by the shoulder and sat her down onto her bed. “Well, believe it or not. I really trust you.”

Tiffany appreciated the sentiment. “I know. I’m just, all sorts of confused right now. I’ll tell you eventually, but I’m not sure if I want to show you that side of me.”

“What side?”

“The weird side.”

“You’re already weird.”

“Thanks.”

They both laugh at teach other.

“But seriously, this side of me is really bizarre,” said Tiffany. “It’s something that I don’t even think you’d understand.”

“Try me.”

Tiffany let out a sigh. If it wasn’t hard enough already to confess to Jessica, now the girl wanted to know what made her weird. “Another time.”

Jessica put her arm around Tiffany and rested her head on her shoulder.

Tiffany’s heart raced. Jessica was getting more affectionate but this was different. They were alone in her room, with practically no lights on. Worst of all, they were on her bed, and she couldn’t help but think of that dream that she once had with Jessica.

Then it hit her – Déjà vu. This was exactly like her dream.

“Tell me, what’s bothering you?” Jessica asked. “I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

Tiffany leaned her head into Jessica’s, resting it gently in place.  Instead of talking about her dream, she decided to do something bold, something she had wanted to do for a long time.

“Jessica,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I’m really bad at these things. I know you think I’m some genius with words, but really I’m terrible at conveying how I feel.”

The girl on her shoulder remained silent.

“I’m going to be honest, and I don’t want you to hold it against me.” If it wasn’t for the incessant rain, the silence that was between them would be absolutely unbearable. Tiffany didn’t want to let the thoughts in her head linger.

“I like you Jessica. I’ve liked you for a while now. When we first met, I thought you were this bizarro-Christian girl that wanted to convert me, but the more I’ve gotten to know you, the more I realize that we work together. I know that this is really weird for you. I get that. You don’t have to answer, or reciprocate it.”

Jessica remained silent.

“I just needed to let you know.”

Jessica didn’t give any indication of how she felt in her expression. Instead, she looked up at Tiffany with gentle eyes. She remained silent, and Tiffany wondered what the heck she was supposed to say.

Then Jessica did something that Tiffany had dreamed about, but something she never believed would come true.

Jessica kissed her.