Shoot From The Hip: Loops

Loop #1: Continued Chapter 2

*Rebecca's P.O.V*

"W-What? What do you mean, i-it transferred? W-what just happened?!" AJ exclaims, a look of concern on his face as he helps Sam up. I get helped up by Luke and Tom.

I shake my head. "I-I don't know. I-I think what's happening is these...this vision that I had, it was of this woman tickling S-Sam. H-He was tied to a bed, and she started tickling him with a feather. T-then he starts laughing like he's being tickled? I mean, t-this is NOT a coincidence!" I say whilst pointing to Sam.

The others nod their heads quietly. 

"W-well, let's hope this is just a one time thing," Sam chuckles nervously, running his hands through his dark brown hair.

I have a sinking feeling it's not going to be the last time, but I nod, also chuckling to ease the tension in the room. 

"That was terrifying. Are you two all right?" Luke asks both me and Sam, walking over to me and putting his hand on my shoulder. 

I breathe in shakily, but I nod quickly. "Um, yeah. I-I'm fine." But as I say that, a stream of blood starts running down my nose. 

I cover my nose with my hands, quietly cursing. The other guys look pale and fearful.

"I-I think it's s-starting again," I say, my breath coming out in shakily. 

Everyone looks terrified, especially Sam. 

"T-Tell me it's not the v-vision s-starting again," Sam whimpers, his voice coming out as barely a whisper. 

I gasp out in pain as I fall to my knees, my eyes going to the back of my head, showing the whites of my eyes again. They all go to help me, but I hold my hands out in front of me to stop them.

"J-Just lay down. I-I don't know what happens if y-you try and s-stop it, but it can't be good," I cry out.

I hear the shuffling of their clothes as they follow my instructions, lying or sitting down on the carpeted floor of the dressing room. I also hear heavy breathing and the faint sound of....bells?

The vision starts again, but this time, I hear cries of terror from everyone as they see what I see. The vision is being shared for some reason. 

*The Vision*

Tom is tied to a chair-like device with his head connected to some type of device that forces his mouth open. He tries to struggle as hard as he can, but the metal straps around his wrists and ankles are too strong. Tom whimpers, fearfully looking around the room. 

*In Real Life*

All of us can now see the vision, and Tom starts freaking out, breathing heavily, whimpering and trying to look around the dressing room for a person or thing that isn't there.

"W-What's happening? W-Why did it p-pick Tom this time, Becca?!" Sam shouts. 

I'm freaking out as well, but trying to contain my fear. 

"I-I don't k-know. I-I don't know," I say quietly, my teeth now chattering from fear. "I-It got worse. T-The vision. I mean, t-the method of...of...t-torture." I say the last word as if I were scared to say it, which I was.

*The Vision* (TRIGGER WARNING FOR FORCE-FEEDING!!!!)

Tom's mouth is wide open with a metal device used in dentistry, though this was definitely not being used to clean teeth or for any normal procedure. A woman walks from the shadows and into the light, where Tom can see her. 

She is tanned, with light brown, straight hair. She's wearing a dark black smokey eyeshadow and a dark red lip. Her clothing is a black leather outfit, skin-tight. Her black high heels clack against the concrete floor every time she walks. In her hands is a milkshake. She grins at Tom struggling.

"Well, that won't do anything, dearie," She says almost seductively. She tilts her head like a dog, staring at Tom. He stops struggling but can't stop breathing heavily from being so scared.

"I don't know why you're so scared, Tom. You and me, we're going to have a lot of fun. " She laughs, the sound echoing all around the room. 

Tom flinches at the sound of the laughter, his foot tapping the floor anxiously. 

The woman pretends to look sad at making him flinch, looking at his foot tapping with curiosity. 

"Now what's that for, dear? You're fine. Stop making such a big deal out of this."

Tom continues to whimper, and clearly it's making the woman upset, so she looks at the milkshake in her hands, looks at Tom's open mouth, and she starts dumping the milkshake down his throat. Tom starts choking and spurting out the vanilla milkshake, but the woman covers his mouth when he tries to spit it out. 

*In Real Life* 

There's no vanilla milkshake in sight, but Tom still is making choking sounds, and is clearly struggling to breathe. 

I'm starting to choke as well, but this time, real vanilla milkshake starts spurting from my mouth and nose, onto my face. 

Once I feel like I can hardly breathe, the vision ends once again and Tom and I start coughing hard, like we just were thrown in a pool in the deep end and were starting to drown, but instead of water we were being drowned in, it was vanilla milkshake.

"W-What was that?! That was.. That was WAY WORSE!!" Luke trembles, speechless. His eyes are wide, and his jaw is agape. 

"My n-nose started leaking actual milkshake!" I gasp in horror as I touch my face to come with a liquid form of a vanilla milkshake.

"These visions are becoming more and more real the more you have these visions," Sam adds logically. 

I shrug. "I-I mean, that sounds right, b-but I can't seem to stop these visions. They just come randomly! It's been what, two visions in the span of ten minutes? I don't know how often they're going to come! It's not like there's any pattern to any of this, Sam!" I scream at him, then after my rant, I sigh.

"Look, I get that you're trying to stop this, but I don't know how to stop this if I don't know what this is!"

Suddenly, my energy feels super drained from the two visions and my vision starts to go blurry. I collapse onto the floor, my body limp.

And then I wake up, in my bed. The alarm saying the same day, and same time I woke up just this morning.