Present Is Past (Not Edited)

Chapter 19- Tris Xavier

POV- Dakota McCain

"Abby slow down, take a deep breath, okay? Now repeat what you were going to say." 

"Can you just come over, I don't know if we can trust phones or any technology anymore? Please?"

"Sure I'll be over in a little bit, talk to you then." 

"Oh yeah, and bring Tracy and Damion, thanks, talk to you in a bit, I love you, bye." I hung up the phone, and "pushed" Damion off the couch while he was watching tv. 

"Lets go, Abby needs to tell us all something." I looked at Tracy, "Even you Tracy, yall' get in the car while I get something from my room." 

"Dude, do I have to go. It's probably one of her stupid dreams with her messed up brain," Damion said while pressing the red power button on the top right corner of the remote. I started to walk up the stairs when I heard the remote make a clunk onto the table. 

"Damion," Tracy said in a stern, loud tone like Effie Trinket you say. "She's your FRIEND, and you best buddies girlfriend, are you going to act like you care about her, or turn to a complete asshole! Ever since the Gale kid showed up, you act like he took your friend role over you dumb-wad. Get your act together!" After she finished speaking I saw her slap him on the cheek as I walked down the stairs with my keys. 

"Damn girl, where did you learn to slap? Are you an alpha werewolf or something, cuz the fucking hurt."

"Cmon' Damion, and as a matter of fact... I'm not, at least I don't know that I am...?" 

"You guys, just get in the car, and lets go. We don't have time for your bickering... Damion don't even comment BECAUSE it's true!" I said to them. We got out to the car, and off we were. We wern't in no hurry, even tho Abby wanted us to be. A white van with a gold badge on the license plate was parked on the side of the road right outside my house. I decided it was best to drive the speed limit, because I didn't feel like getting a ticket, and pissing Abby off even more. At the end of the road we took a left, and with a couple more turns and minuted we made it to Abby's dreadful house. 

I walked up the door and walked in first just in case Abby came running like a lunatic knocking us down. I turned the gold knob opening the door slowly, for I was truly scared her powers... she could do anything if she put her mind to the job. When I opened the door there was only deep dark silence. "Abby, where are you honey. It's just Damion, Tracy, and I... Come out wherever you are!" There was complete silence. "Abby?" No sound, not even a single creak from anything. 

We walked over to the wood stairs with blue carpet centered down the middle of them. I walked slowly, stopping with a hesitation in each step. None of us said a single word, even the stairs. When I arrived to the dreadful door she was behind, I didn't trust touching the door knob unless valuable finger prints were on it. I focused heavy on the gold, long and skinny with a rounded tip doorknob. I turned it slowly, pushing the door with my foot so I didn't leave much of a mark. A still body lay on the bed, not even the covers moved for a breath.

"Abby?" I said while I slowly walked over to her. Very faintly I saw the blanket covering her up to her neck move. "Abby are you okay?" She didn't answer till I knelt down directly in front of her face. She was on her side of the bed facing the closed shades window. Damion and Tracy stayed by the door with a faint worrying look on their faces.  "Abby, will you please tell me why you are shaking like a food grinder, and sit up to look at me so we can help?"

"They are coming... they are looking for us. They know that we are... Parahuman. I now know what Gale meant. It came to me in a dream, a dreadful dream, a dream that was dreadful." She kept speaking in a voice with no expression, and looked straight forward at the bathroom door. At least she had sat up for me. I waved my hand in front of her face, and she jerked her head to my face making complete eye contact without a blink, almost like a robot. "We must go somewhere, somewhere they won't be able to find us." 

"Who are these people?" I said like a counselor would. 

"Who do you think, the Parahuman Peacekeepers." 

"Who are the Parahuman Peacekeepers." 

"Stop asking dumb questions, they are watching us. A gold symbol identifies who they are, and it's on everything they where or drive." 

"Does it look like a police badge?" I asked remembering the white van parked down from my house. 

"Yes, how did you know." She said with no movement but her mouth, and still no expressions. 

"There was a white van outside my house when I came here." 

"This is no good. We must get out of here. They know where we are, WE MUST GO!" 

"Go back to sleep Abby, you nor Damion, or Tracy is a parahuman... you have no powers, it's only me. Don't worry." 

"We must go, now." She said with a stern voice, this time she turned her head to look at Tracy and Damion who stood by the door. "Damion, go look out that window." She said while she pointed to the window. He walked over to the window at a normal pace looking straight at it. "Tell me what you see out there."

"I see, well, um, I see a-a-a-a O my gosh... It's the same white van with the paint chipping off. It's the same van, she isn't lying... How... How, How did she know?" 

"My point proven, good night." She fell right back down and completely blacked out. I shook her, and she didn't move one bit. 

"What what that," Tracy said in almost a whisper. 

"I don't fucking know, but that was kinda scary. We have to wake her up. See if she actually said that, or if something inside her said it." I said back to Tracy. I shook her again, and she woke right up. While she was opening her eyes the doorbell rang. We all looked at each other with blank, and scared faces. None of us hid out fear, and Abby didn't have a clue what was going on. 

"Your not going to answer it?" 

"Oh yeah, um, yeah, the door," Damion said. "I'll um, um, Tracy why don't you go get that?" 

"Scared cat, I'll be the first one to come back and hunt you." Tracy walked out the door, while I stayed with Abby. 

"What was that about, and why are you still here. I'll be down there in like a minute, go invite them in. I'm not cripple, you don't need to stay here with me. Seriously." She got up and shooed us up and out the door. I walked down the stairs as the door bell rang again, and Tracy looked through the peep hole. 

"It's just a lady dressed in casual clothing, I don't see no badge," Tracy said with a trembling voice no more. She opened the door and said hi. 

"Hi, I'm Tris. I just moved in next door and I realized that you were the Tuckers from your mailbox. I was wondering if this was the residence of Daniel Tucker? I used to go to school with him in middle school and high school. Is he around?" The lady in skinny jeans with short read boots with buckles on the side said. She wore a red like the boots skin tight shirt with little sleeve, and a built in scarf. 

"Yes, that is my father. Why don't you come and take a seat over here." Abby pointed to single reclining-able chair. 

"Don't mind if I do." 

"Would you like some tea, I'm sure you drink it a lot. Because well, I do notice you have somewhat of a British accent." Abby said with a little blush in her face. 

"Stereotypes now day, It's okay though, I get it all the time. I have become very fond of tea, because it... I was hoping you had crumpets too?" 

"No, I'm sorry." 

"Hahaha, I was joking, but yes, tea would be nice." She said with a smile. "Sorry to barge in on you like this, is your father around?" 

"He will be home within the hour, you can stay if you want?"

"Sure why not, I don't have anything on my schedule but unpack. That can wait, neighbors are more important. Don't you think?" 

Hello my readers, I tried to make this chapter longer... I don't think it worked... It's dedicated to Erin, because I got the last name for Tris from that gurl! Check out her books!

Question Of The Chapter~ Don't you think this is like turning into a mystery or even a horror story? All at once this random lady showed up named Tris... How coincidental!!!