Shot In The Dark - An Eddie Munson & Y/N Story

4 ~ The Blackout

"005! I'll ask you only one more time; Concentrate. Lock into 009's mind. Make him walk to the edge of the platform." the white haired man instructed, pointing to the scared child standing on the platform above. The platform stood almost 8 feet off the ground, not enough for serious injury if he fell, but it would still hurt, and 005 felt wrong for forcing him to the edge of it, knowing how much he feared heights. She lowers her head as she looks down at the ground, slowly shaking it from side to side, "No, Papa. I don't... I don't want to." she protests, her voice barely a whisper. The white haired man sighs with disappointment at his "child", as the girl raises her head to look up at him, she feels a bolt of sharp electricity pulsing from the collar around her neck as it sends wave after wave of burning pain through her body. Rendering her paralysed as she falls to the ground, screaming in pain.

- Y/N POV -
I wake suddenly, gasping and choking as I cling to my throat, trying desperately to claw the imaginary collar off my neck, the lights flickering frantically across the trailer park and the small furnishings in my bedroom hovering 2 feet off the ground. Before long I finally calm my breathing enough to realise I'm safe in my bed, suddenly startled by the furnishings crashing back down to the floor. Whenever I have intense nightmares like this, my powers go into overdrive and I lose all conscious control, on a few occasions I'd caused the cottage and trailer to shake and blackouts throughout the entire park.

My hair, body and bedding soaked in sweat, my heart racing and pounding out of my chest as a jolt of pain pierces through my head, a small trickle of blood creeps slowly from my nose, toward my lip. Combing my long hair out of my face with one hand, the other wipes the blood from my nose. Reaching for the small silver tin resting on my bedside table, I pull out a pre-rolled joint and a lighter, placing the joint between my shaky lips as I carefully steady my hand enough to light it, throwing the lighter back onto the table. I take a deep inward as the cherry on the end of the joint glows brightly, illuminating my exhausted and clammy face, holding the smoke in until I hear a knock on the trailer door, exhaling the smoke along with a deep, exaggerate sigh.

Still holding the joint in my lips, I throw my robe over my pyjamas and shuffle through the trailer to the impatient visitor still pounding on my front door. "Alright! I'm coming, calm the fuck down!" I yell as the pounding of the door rattles through my aching head, I unlock the door only to be taken aback by a concerned looking Eddie standing at the bottom of the steps, a camping lantern in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

"Munson? What the fuck? It's like, 2am!" I groaned, closing my robe a little more as I realise my pyjamas don't leave much to the imagination. "Sorry, did I wake you?" he asks, looking sheepish for slyly taking a prolonged glance at my bare skin before I fastened my robe, "No, just interrupted my smoke break... again." I jest, holding the joint for Eddie to see. Eddie chuckles lightly as he recalls that day in the woods before feeling the sting of my rejection all over again, "Yeah... apparently I, uhh, I have a nack for that!" he replies, trying to forget about all the ignored conversations and interactions over the past month. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. The powers gone out in the whole park by the looks of it, another crazy light show beforehand. I was up anyway and I, uh, I heard a crash and a scream from your place as the lights when out." he stammers, not noticing the embarrassment washing over my face, my entire body tensing as I understand that once again, I've cost the whole trailer park electricity with my fucking nightmares.

"I- I didn't even notice. But, thanks. Thank you for checking in." I blushed, taking another hit from the joint to try and hide the flushing pulsing across my cheeks. I hadn't felt protected since my beloved guardian died last year, I didn't think I ever would again. But Eddie... Eddie's existence made me feel safe, his eyes made me feel at home and his voice, ugh, like the fire crackling in the corner of the old cabin. It pained me to keep him at arms length, hurting within every fibre of my body each time I would decline his invitations to talk or hang out, all I wanted was to be in his presence constantly. My body pulsed with an electricity I'd never felt before, and I didn't understand why. "No no! Don't need to thank me, sweetheart. I guess, I just- I don't know, I kinda worry about you? Being here on your own sometimes." he stammers, his whole body silently shaking with nerves, his heart racing just being around me.