I Believe what I Saw -- Winter 2016

We were at home, though Dad was going through some stuff at St. Mungo's.  I knew that he was going to be able to walk again -- I had Seen it.  I just did not realize that I had Seen what I did... things were confusing sometimes.  I was in the bedroom I shared with Ryan and I could hear him throwing a ball against the wall.  He found that entertaining, I guess.  I sighed.  "Ryan, I want to talk to you," I said to him.

I had Seen something that I wanted my brother to know.  It was about Tommy.  I had Seen Tommy with his father... who was the one who blinded me and paralyzed Dad.  I knew that much.

I continued to bounce the wall from the bed:  it hit the floor, then the wall and I caught it.  I looked over at Stan and sighed.  "What is it?" I questioned, continuing with the mundane bouncing.  It kept my mind clear.  I was very upset with everything that had happened between Mum and Dad... and now Dad was off getting work done in St. Mungo's?  Okay, it was to help him, so I understood that.  but still.  Why right now?

I sighed.  "Would you knock that off?" I snapped.  It was about to drive me mental.  I was not about to deal with that.  "Look, I want to talk to you about a vision I had."  At least hopefully that would make him stop.

I caught the ball one last time. Sometimes I forgot that sounds bothered Stan quite a bit... only because certain senses were heightened.  "You Saw something?  What about?" I asked, looking over at my brother.  He was practically my twin brother... we were always that close.

I sighed, not necessarily sure how I was to go about this.  "It was about Tommy, Ryan," I said, using his name when it was something important.  I was not entirely sure how Ryan would react to that,t hough.  Him and tommy were almost closer than me and him.

I looked at Stan, instantly worried.  "What did you see?  What happened to him?" I asked, automatically going to the worst.  I started to go through ways to help my mate in my head while my brother searched for words.

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.  "RJ, I saw that he was with this guy who's done bad things," I explained slowly.  I was not entirely sure if he would realize what I meant.

Crap.  Constantine figured out who Tommy's dad was I was guessing.  "Okay," I said slowly, trying to be oblivious.  "And?  If it was in the future, it doens't mean it's set in stone.  It's Tommy for crying out loud."

I sighed and shook my head.  "Ryan... it was the same guy that I keep seeing popping up in all of my Visions of everything bad that's been going on... I've Seen him hurt people..." I said slowly, unsure if RJ would get what I was saying.

I took a deep breath and ran a hand through my hair.  "Tommy isn't that guy, though," I said to Stan.  "Just because he was seen with him doesn't mean anything."

I furrowed my brow slightly.  "Wait... do you already know this?" I questioned quietly.  "That Tommy is associating himself with evil?"