Rogue Trajectories

Natalie Preston didn't sit up in bed, pull the covers with her and off of Jason, and scream into the night as if she were in a mixed level of consciousness and deep sleep. It was far far more intense than even that sort of horrendous nightmare. Her naked body, once upright, began to levitate up off the bed pulling the bed sheets along with her. Her eyes burned an amber fire, scorching the room with a mysterious cold fire that only effected what it touched on a psionic plane. Her vision left nothing actually burnt or charred. In addition Natalie's body began to radiate an intense amber glow that quickly illuminated the room into an eerie state of horrific noir.
Rolling off the bed, careful not to touch her, Jason Connors moved toward the large bay window in order to shut the blinds. He could see Natalie's face, it was locked in an expression of painful rage as she was overcome by a silent scream she could not let loose into the night- the first phase of a foreign process that would over take their night as well as their lives for the foreseeable future.