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[#002] Vision Control (Original)
Theme Prompt: [002] Practice Makes Perfect
Title: Vision Control
Fandom: Sparks Online (Original)
Rating/Warnings: Brief mentions of disturbing imagery
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 835
Summary: Someone deals with their most recent flood of visions of the future.
He didn’t get to pick and choose when he got the visions. They’d make him blank out for long periods of time which made basic day-to-day living hard. It put a strain on his marriage and his family, and he wanted nothing more than to be rid of them forever, yet he knew he wouldn’t be able to. His own “Spark” was too strong to be ignored now than the world had ended and its full potential was allowed to shine through.
Today, all he’d done was sneeze before he was inundated with images:
Bleeding and screaming innocents as bombs fell in the background.
Fields once filled with healthy plants dried out and burning in the hot sun.
His wife stuck in traffic while driving their daughter to a birthday party.
On and on, the images coming and going so quickly that he couldn’t figure out where and when he was. He’d seen plenty of confusion on the battlefield, but there it was an almost predictable confusion and at least he stayed in one place. Right now, however, he couldn’t focus on any one—
A whitetail stag stood in front of him. That alone was out of place amongst the rapidly-shifting world, but the fact that its coat was teal helped it stick out all the more.
He took a deep breath and slowly released it.
Visions of the future are like lucid dreams. There will always be some indicator that you’re in a vision. Don’t panic and you’ll be able to spy it easier.
“Okay. Good. There you are,” he said to the stag, starting to calm down and feel more in control. “Let’s do this.”
The stag bobbed its head, and the visions started to solidify, coming to him one by one as opposed to one mad rush.
Don’t focus too hard on what you can’t do anything about. As important as these visions may be, nobody will listen if you don’t have any credibility to help convince them.
He had to steel himself as he dismissed the dozens of images of gore and likely starvation. As terrible as they were, there was nothing he could’ve said to anyone in power to convince them that those were real. After all, when the world ended, he’d been honorably discharged from the Army due to the visions interfering with his ability to focus which put not just himself but his squad mates at risk.
He needed to prove he had control and could be accurate about the little things before people started taking him seriously once again and start listening to the big things.
Without the sense of urgency of the larger visions, he gave each of the smaller ones his full attention in turn.
Use your best judgment with the smaller ones. In some ways, they have the potential to be the most damaging in the future since they seem unimportant. You never know what sort of ripple effect they may have.
The rest of the visions were definitely mundane: flight delays, rain when the forecast predicted sunshine, an accident which led to his wife and daughter getting stuck in traffic. The only real standout was that he saw a horse named Orb winning the upcoming Kentucky Derby.
He snorted. “Why can’t I be that accurate with baseball?”
The stag gave a snort of its own before it started to walk away, fading as it did so.
He blinked and suddenly his wife was there: Her hands on his cheeks and staring worriedly into his eyes. He jumped.
“Sorry,” she apologized, leaning back a little but not removing her hands. “I was getting worried.”
He offered her a smile. “Sorry about that. One of these days I’ll get it so I don’t just freeze up randomly. I’m kind of looking forward to driving again.”
“It’d definitely make things a little easier around here,” she told him, her own smile a bit strained.
“Well, the best I can offer you right now is to keep your umbrella handy for the next few days. The weather guy lied again. Also you’ll want to leave earlier than usual for the party. Traffic jam.” He paused. “How long was I out of it this time?”
“Good to know. I’ll keep those in mind.” At his question, her smile became a little more genuine and her eyes grew misty. “Ten minutes.”
He choked, feeling his own eyes burn as relief flooded him. To most, that would’ve seemed like a lot. However, he’d had “vision floods” that had lasted up to half an hour. He’d suspected that all the training and practice he’d been doing had been helping. The fact that the last few floods had been no worse than fifteen minutes was proof that it was working.
He hugged his wife tightly, and she removed her hands from his cheeks to return the gesture.
Soon things would be back to normal or as close as it could be in this strange new world. He just had to keep practicing.
Title: Vision Control
Fandom: Sparks Online (Original)
Rating/Warnings: Brief mentions of disturbing imagery
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 835
Summary: Someone deals with their most recent flood of visions of the future.
He didn’t get to pick and choose when he got the visions. They’d make him blank out for long periods of time which made basic day-to-day living hard. It put a strain on his marriage and his family, and he wanted nothing more than to be rid of them forever, yet he knew he wouldn’t be able to. His own “Spark” was too strong to be ignored now than the world had ended and its full potential was allowed to shine through.
Today, all he’d done was sneeze before he was inundated with images:
Bleeding and screaming innocents as bombs fell in the background.
Fields once filled with healthy plants dried out and burning in the hot sun.
His wife stuck in traffic while driving their daughter to a birthday party.
On and on, the images coming and going so quickly that he couldn’t figure out where and when he was. He’d seen plenty of confusion on the battlefield, but there it was an almost predictable confusion and at least he stayed in one place. Right now, however, he couldn’t focus on any one—
A whitetail stag stood in front of him. That alone was out of place amongst the rapidly-shifting world, but the fact that its coat was teal helped it stick out all the more.
He took a deep breath and slowly released it.
Visions of the future are like lucid dreams. There will always be some indicator that you’re in a vision. Don’t panic and you’ll be able to spy it easier.
“Okay. Good. There you are,” he said to the stag, starting to calm down and feel more in control. “Let’s do this.”
The stag bobbed its head, and the visions started to solidify, coming to him one by one as opposed to one mad rush.
Don’t focus too hard on what you can’t do anything about. As important as these visions may be, nobody will listen if you don’t have any credibility to help convince them.
He had to steel himself as he dismissed the dozens of images of gore and likely starvation. As terrible as they were, there was nothing he could’ve said to anyone in power to convince them that those were real. After all, when the world ended, he’d been honorably discharged from the Army due to the visions interfering with his ability to focus which put not just himself but his squad mates at risk.
He needed to prove he had control and could be accurate about the little things before people started taking him seriously once again and start listening to the big things.
Without the sense of urgency of the larger visions, he gave each of the smaller ones his full attention in turn.
Use your best judgment with the smaller ones. In some ways, they have the potential to be the most damaging in the future since they seem unimportant. You never know what sort of ripple effect they may have.
The rest of the visions were definitely mundane: flight delays, rain when the forecast predicted sunshine, an accident which led to his wife and daughter getting stuck in traffic. The only real standout was that he saw a horse named Orb winning the upcoming Kentucky Derby.
He snorted. “Why can’t I be that accurate with baseball?”
The stag gave a snort of its own before it started to walk away, fading as it did so.
He blinked and suddenly his wife was there: Her hands on his cheeks and staring worriedly into his eyes. He jumped.
“Sorry,” she apologized, leaning back a little but not removing her hands. “I was getting worried.”
He offered her a smile. “Sorry about that. One of these days I’ll get it so I don’t just freeze up randomly. I’m kind of looking forward to driving again.”
“It’d definitely make things a little easier around here,” she told him, her own smile a bit strained.
“Well, the best I can offer you right now is to keep your umbrella handy for the next few days. The weather guy lied again. Also you’ll want to leave earlier than usual for the party. Traffic jam.” He paused. “How long was I out of it this time?”
“Good to know. I’ll keep those in mind.” At his question, her smile became a little more genuine and her eyes grew misty. “Ten minutes.”
He choked, feeling his own eyes burn as relief flooded him. To most, that would’ve seemed like a lot. However, he’d had “vision floods” that had lasted up to half an hour. He’d suspected that all the training and practice he’d been doing had been helping. The fact that the last few floods had been no worse than fifteen minutes was proof that it was working.
He hugged his wife tightly, and she removed her hands from his cheeks to return the gesture.
Soon things would be back to normal or as close as it could be in this strange new world. He just had to keep practicing.
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