fight the moonlight .:ROOMMATE:.

[Chloe Marsh]

The skies were dark. Vines clouded the moon, the cluded skies that rumbled after the flash of lightning. Chloe looked down from the sky. The forest was dark and green, the foreign plants growing rapidly as she looked at them. What the hell was happening? How did she get here? Before she could answer those question, she saw a dark figure run behind some bushes. Someone was watching her, and she didn't like that. Flicking her hand forwards at the bush, it detrooted and smashed into the air. Looking, she saw them rise from the shadows. It was her mother, glaring at her. "Mum?".

Bringing up her arm, her mother was baring a kitchen knife in her hand. Large and sharp, and without a word she lunged at Chloe. Chloe could of used SIT but she couldn't, she didn't know why. But as she went to take a step to run, she gasped. She was stunned, not knowing what had happened. That was until she felt the wetness of crimson blood run down her back. Turning, she saw her mother grinning with her knife dripping blood. A tear ran down Chloe's cheek as she fell down. Landing on her side, she tried to get away. Her mother was only a few inches away, ready to kill her. Chloe couldn't walk, but with blood dripping from her mouth she then dragged herself across the ground. She cried as her mother walked slowly after her. Why was she doing this too her? Her mother had lost it. "I am not going to let a freak where my daughter's skin. I guess I'll have to cut it off of you".

Chloe let out a scream as she dragged herself across the ground but then felt another pain, this one in her lower back as her mother stabbed her again. She screamed in pain as her mouth flipped her onto her back. This was how much her mother hated her. To the point that she wanted to kill her. Looking up at her mother on the brink of death, she begged her not too. But then licking the knife, she repositioned it in her hands. "No!". The knife was brought down on her face as it stabbed through her eye and face, killing her instantly.

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The room was dark and quiet. She wasn't sure what the others were doing, but Chloe was sleeping peacefully. Emphasis on the 'was'. Every piece of furniture in the room including Max, Talen and Shane's beds were in mid-air, floating around. They aimlessly hovered undisturbed until Chloe shot up. She screamed from fright as sweat plastered her straightened (now messed up) hair on her forehead. The high pitched shrill then dropped everything to the ground. The banging of landing furniture startled her more. That was horrible.

She had always had conflict with her mother. Since she was a bit rebellious and her mother was a control freak. But mostly was when Chloe was freaked out and scared, she confessed to her mother about what she was, her mother jollily hopped on down to the reporters on her freak of a daughter. That cut deep, and now 'mom' was replaced with 'bitch' in her vocabulary. But this was something else.

Looking around, she needed to call out for her room mates. She was shaking a bit, and then called out. "Max? Tal?".

She now felt stupid. If they were asleep, they were probably awoken by the whole Carie episode she was having. She truly didn't mean it, but this hadn't happened in so long. Not to mention that the use of her powers had given her a killer headache. Clutching her forehead in pain and in shame, she sighed. This was ridiculous, seriously. "A fucking trainwreck". She called herself that under her breath as she tried to settle.

[Max Rose]

{methinks Talen was just retired, so it might just be the two of us for this one}

So Max had been having that one dream, where she was dressed up in her Ginny Weasley cosplay outfit and sitting in Potions class. Snape had just been telling her all about his special detention, and insisted upon Max, err, Ginny's attending. The fiery Gryffindor had just been about to tell Snape off when he started lecturing her about her behavior, particularly her relationship with the Potter boy. Then Draco had stormed into the room, telling off Snape only to finally confess to "Ginny" how much he wanted her, and how it killed him that Harry had him.

They'd all started making out and generally having an awesome time on a floating bed. Just as Ma-err, Ginny was starting to pull at Draco's robes, she began to realize that the floating bed thing felt really real for some reason.

And that was about the time that Max realized that the whole bed thing was happening in real life.

"Oh hell," she muttered. Which turned into an even louder expletive as her bed hit the floor. She shot up, red hair flying over her face (maybe refusing to braid it before bed really had been something of a bad idea). Blowing a strand loose from her eyes, Max began looking around. Well, there was the whole common room thing separating out most of the rooms, but even with that, it wasn't too hard to figure out what had happened.

After flinging her legs off the bed, Max cupped her hand to her mouth: "Hey, Chloe, you alright? We're not being invaded by anything, are we?"

Though kicking ass didn't seem too bad, especially given the dream interruption and all.

[Chloe Marsh]

Wiping the hair off of her face, she took a breath. She needed serious industrial strength therapy after that dream. But she was calmer, still kind of tired but with a headache. She heard Max, and looked to her while looking down at her sheets. It was like a horror movie, she was just happy she didn't have thought projection abilities. This just proved how totally damaged she was, but she just had to shake it off. It was just a dream, that's all. Still, she wouldn't bet her mother wouldn't do it.

Max came over to her, asking if she was okay and something about an invasion. WTF! She gave her a confused look but then ran her hands through her hair to try and relieve herself of all this stressful crap. She then looked at her and put on a smile. "No, no invasion. Purely one of Chloe's freaky nightmares". She then stood up and walked over to the cupboard and pulled out two painkillers and shot it down with a small glass of water. They would kick in soon hopefully. Walking back over to Max, she sat on her bed.

"Sorry for waking you up. Nightmares and telekinesis are not mixy things". Chloe then looked at the clock and it was ten to six. She wouldn't be able to get to sleep, and looking to Max she then smiled and shuffeled on over to her. Max was cool, always had been. Lying, he head rested on Max's leg as she looked up at the ceiling. "So, what we you dreaming about?".

[Max Rose]

Freakish nightmares plus painkillers. Yeah, that sounded like a winner of a combination. Max was seriously considering playing a little "tap-tap" to help out her roommate. Telekinesis was never a lot of fun, and if anyone knew how to deal with pain, it was Max Rose.

"Damn, I can't kick a nightmare's ass," said Max, chuckling. She watched the painkiller and water retrieval. "Seriously, if you're getting that messed up by your dreams, you oughta try talking to Dr. Neville or something. I hear he's good at what he does."

Max shrugged. Most of the hearing came from people who kept telling her to go seek him out for reasons of her own. This generally came after the inevitable fight. Actually, now that she stopped to think about it, Max was pretty sure that she'd been in Neville's office before. Go figure.

Stretching, Max looked to the clock and winced. Worst time to get up from a nightmare ever.

Speaking of dreams. "Oh, you know, the usual. Robes, potions masters, floating beds. It's all good."

She grinned and tapped Chloe, purposefully siphoning off some off the other girl's pain and stress. Not that Max was particularly looking for it, despite what anyone might say, but because it seemed like Chloe could use a lot less right now. Good thing Max held back some of her own buzz, since she was feeling more jazzed and anxious than anything. Which, actually, didn't mesh well with the headache and stress.

[Chloe Marsh]

Maxie was a darling. She was concerned for Chloe which meant a lot. They are roomies, so ultimately Max is her go-to-girl. But it was more genetic then mental. It was just a nightmare that effected her powers, that's all. Well, that is what she told herself anyways. "Don't worry Maxie. It's just a nightmare, a night out of a million that my brain decides to go from romantic comedy to horror. It's all good, I promise".

If she went to Neville, he would ask about her childhood and home life. It would be finished before five minutes, Chloe would march out and his nuts would have been telekinetically shot on top of a flagpole. She didn't like opening up to strangers. For ages, she had to keep to herself and not trust anyone. Now after coming to the school, she had Max and Jason. What else could she ask for? Apparently for whoever gave her these powers, to take them back.

When Max told her about her dream, Chloe let out a smile. "Sounds like a Potter porno". She erupted into laughter as she was laid down with her head on Max's leg and laughing her head off. But then when Max touched her, she instantly felt relax. Now only if Max could do that every day would be officially be able to just relax. No dreams, no conflict and absolutely no problem. She then snuggled into the spot she was on with her eyes closed slightly. "I feel so relaxed ....... thankyou". Resting, she then looked up at Max. "Hey, Jason told me he is going out with someone. Do you know who it is?". Curious Chloe, everyone watch out!

[Max Rose]

Sometimes, Max wondered if she had a different version of "all good" than her roommate. For her, "all good" meant not having nightmares that left you with pounding headaches and psychic phenomena. But hey, what did Max know?

"Mmm, might have been if someone wasn't going all Jean Grey on our asses," replied Max. She tapped Chloe's head again, just to punctuate who she was referring to. The redhead yawned and shifted, as antsy as ever, despite the rude awakening and the late hour. Like Max hadn't pulled all nighters of her own before.

Another tap on the forehead, Max nearly drumming her fingers on her friend now. "Hey, you know I can suck all the good feelings and stuff. What can I say? It's a gift," she shrugged. "Like I keep track of his stupid love life. I'm more interested in my own," which was going through one hell of a dry spell. Not that the Potter porno dreams weren't enough indication of that. Max shifted again.

"Which Jason are we talking about again? Is this the Jason you used to date or am I thinking of a different name?" not like it wasn't six in the morning or whatever, or after the wake up call from a bad B movie or something.