SUPERNATURAL VERSE
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Glass had been about to vacate a scene, but she paused, catching sight of movement in the corner of her eye. A mirror, she realized in a second, her senses telling her that there was no one else nearby that it could have been reflecting. She relaxed, and went to pass the glass, but stopped again in alarm when her reflection didn’t move with her.
Actually, she wasn’t sure that was her reflection.
There was a woman in the mirror, standing with her back toward Tabitha and looking exactly like the original, but she was dressed noticeably differently. Worn black jeans, a pair of shoes that looked like they were comfortably fitted, but had a steel toe, a jacket that only came to her waist, her hair tied back without much care. She was standing very still, in a space that was blurred from Tabitha’s view but looked dark and dirty, and holding a shotgun.
No, the more she looked at the person in the mirror, the more certain she became that that wasn’t herself.
But the other person finally moved, just turning her head to look behind her, and then appearing to see Tabitha. The woman’s red eyes were what caught Glass off-guard, because otherwise the two women looked the same. Red eyes like in her dreams, the eyes that belonged to the Void when she saw it in nightmares as a human. Always red. Not even glowing, just an eerie, dull, red. The image in the mirror raised a brow, glancing around where she was, and then turned fully to face Tabitha, approaching her - not confidently, but not at the cautious speed Glass would have.
The other woman stared coldly for a moment, examining Tabitha as if she was some unusual artifact, then turned and seemed to shout at someone. The two pointed upper canines reinforced the dream-image of Void in human form.
She came closer, and Glass almost wanted to step back, but she'd seen a mirror like this before. A few months ago, actually - Tabitha wondered if she was hallucinating periodically. The other person couldn't hurt her. They were separated...as if they were in different universes, looking through a window at one another, Glass concluded.
A movement behind the other woman, and a new person - no, a new version of a person, who happened to be Cyra - appeared. Her and the other Tabitha exchanged words, and Glass was rather surprised at how happy and free the other self seemed. The couple looked like they'd seen hell together. Maybe they had.
Something in the dark drew their attention, and they left Tabitha's view.
She was smiling, now, while she left the building. That could be her and her Cyra. That happiness, togetherness. It was a beautiful idea.
