[center][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/mhf02b.jpg[/img][color=a187be][h1] Allison Revel[/h1][/color][/center]

Allison Revel hadn't talk to anyone since DC. Hours spent in silent contemplation, considering the horrors of reality. Was everyone around Allison really as bad as they seemed? At first, they had all looked like good people in a bad situation, but the longer things went on, the more heartless they showed themselves to be. Wolves in sheep's clothing, monsters pretending to be people. It was funny, civilians would always be quick to call subnaturals monsters, and in the end they got what they asked for. A bunch of monsters.

Of course, Allison Revel was no different. She was guided by self-preservation and her disgusting stigma, just like every other Aberration. Though, Allison Revel hadn't killed any innocent civilians. Allison Revel hadn't even considered the option. Though, she did lust for them in some perverse part of her brain controlled by that damned stigma. Every tainted thought designed to drive her mad and force her to commit the same violence as the rest of her ilk. It was a brutal torture, all because of a single choice. And she didn't even have it the worst. Sure, Allison Revel wanted to fuck corpses, but she didn't have the urge to rip the life out of those around her. Her stigma only nudged her towards that ledge. Zoe's, and possibly Angel's pushed them off it without hesitation.

After they arrived, Allison found herself hiding out in her designated room. She had tried to rest, but sleep seemed to evade her. Instead, she found herself pacing around the room, unable to stand still and unwilling to leave the room. Outside the uncomfortably nice room were the monsters that Allison had fought beside, along with more unfamiliar subnatural faces filling out the staff. It was an odd detail, the staff, but not one that Allison wanted to dwell on.

Allison's mind floated back to Angelique Lachance. Allison had forgiven Ernie, and had tried to help Zoe. Still, they weren't exactly wonderful people. Zoe still gave into her stigma from time to time, and Ernie just didn't seem like someone to trust. Why did Allison think that Angel would be any different? She was never going to be some pure maiden, not in this world. Was Angel redeemable? Allison didn't know. There was only one way to find out.

Allison's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the room around her seemed to fall away.

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Allison stopped in her tracks as darkness replaced everything around her, leaving only a strange silhouette on the horizon. The fact that there even was a horizon in this pitch black landscape was incredible, almost as if that figure loomed just outside of the world, unwilling to follow the rules and fade into the sudden darkness.

Somehow, Allison wasn't surprised by the colorless abyss she found herself, nor afraid of the ominous entity that seemed to stare her down. In fact, it almost seemed to have a familiarity about it. The tired girl found herself stumbling towards the figure in the darkness, moving with some sort of urgency. The further she moved, the more clear the figure on the horizon became, and the larger it seemed to become. Eventually, though, Allison's legs came to stop, and she stared up at the figure, which still loomed beyond the horizon. It was clear now, the strange, impossible, unknowable figure wore the face of an old friend. Allison stared in the silence for what felt like an eternity at the impossible stranger. The face was not theirs, but they wore it anyway, and Allison knew that. But why that face in particular? Why haunt Allison with old memories?

[color=a187be]"Why are you doing this!"[/color] Allison wanted to shout, but found her voice caught in her throat. Instead, only silence was carried to the impossible stranger. Eventually, a hand reached down from the figure, still far beyond the horizon. The hand reached towards Allison, and opened to offer her something: A spark. It was small, almost depressingly so, but it was a promise of life. Of power.

And Allison took it.
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Allison's legs instantly returned to their pacing, solidifying the last few moments as nothing more than a dream. But why? Allison stumbled onto the bed, laying on her back and staring up into the darkness. She hadn't experienced something like that in weeks, and the last one was back during that horrifying first battle. Was this the same sort of dream? 

Allison didn't give it much thought. Her eyes were finally feeling heavy. She could finally escape from the day's horrible events, if only for a few hours.