"Demons"

Isabelle and her brother were watching a movie this time.

However, she couldn't concentrate as she kept listening to commentary and shouting.

"Everything is too loud" Isabelle complained through gritted teeth, crossing her arms.

Caleb scoffed, putting pause to the movie, "You're the one to tell me to raise the volume a couple of seconds ago"

"It's the hallucinations" Isabelle groaned, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands to her ears.

Despite of Caleb pausing the movie, the loud cheering and the constant chattering was still pounding in her head.

While Caleb worried, he couldn't help but feel curious. Not every day you watched your sibling do things you've never seen them do before nor speak languages they've never spoken before.

"So, who is it this time?" Caleb asked.

Isabelle dropped her arms, looking at him incredulously, "What?"

"You mentioned the Chicago cop" Caleb listed, "The blonde who needed help. The Spanish actor. The Indian woman"

"Will, Nomi, Lito" Isabelle corrected without thinking, "And Kala. I think"

Caleb raised his eyebrows, "You even gave them names. Cute. So who are you seeing right now?"

Isabella frowned at him disapprovingly before looking around, barely blinking at the change of scenario, seeing herself sitting next to Lito.

"Where am I?" Isabella questioned the man next to her.

"Mexico City" Lito answered, smiling. He then looked around to see a young guy sitting next to him. He was in a bedroom with a paused TV in a movie. "You?"

"California" Isabelle answered, turning her attention to the wrestling match in from of them, tuning into the explanation of the man next to Lito.

"...La parca negra is a symbol. He is the devil in our lives. For some, he can represent the government, the class system or any form of oppression. But for most of us, he is that fear we're afraid to face" the wrestling in front of her suddenly turned interesting as he yelled, "Come on!" everyone standing in offense, "Come on!"

Lito sounded amused, turning mostly to Dani but also speaking to the American girl next to him, "You will discover that Hernando thinks a lot about everything" he smiled as Dani turned to him, "That's what I love about him"

"Yes, you do" Isabelle murmured as she looked up at Hernando with confusion. There was a rare sensation bubbling in her chest as she watched him. Was that love?

Lito turned to Isabelle, offering her popcorn.

"This is weird for you too, isn't it?" Isabella questioned, accepting some and eating it.

"It is" Lito answered, knowing that all the noise would cover the conversation with who he was getting the feeling wasn't really there with him. "You're not first foreign woman I meet out of nowhere"

Isabelle hummed.

"I love art, all kinds of art" Hernando speaking got both of their attention again. "I mean, this is a dance that is also a fight. The struggle that takes place in the ring is a reflection of the struggle that takes place in our minds and in our hearts. At some point, we all encounter our own parca negra. He is that thing we are afraid of, that thing that stops us from becoming what we know we can become. Until we defeat him, we will never know peace"

Isabella smiled at Lito, "What a man"

"I know" Lito whispered, looking over her shoulder, his smile fading slightly seeing someone scary. "I'm Lito"

"Isabelle" Isabelle introduced herself, falling silent for a second, "So are you real or a fragment of my imagination?"

For a moment, both of them sat now in her couch.

Lito contemplated the question as he looked at Isabella's brother who was staring at her, them, intently with confusion.

"Is that question for your benefit or your brother's to know?" Lito asked.

"How do you know he's my brother?" Isabella asked, surprised.

"Because he's in your head" Caleb told her, rolling his eyes.

Lito laughed. "He's got a point"

"Cierra la boca" Isabella huffed [Shut your mouth]. "Ahora parezco más loca para el" [Now, I seem crazier to him]

"Since when do you speak Spanish?" Caleb asked in awe. Lito and Isabelle looked at him questionably. "You just did"

"Yeah, you did" Lito said casually, watching back the wrestling match, smiling at his boyfriend and his friend. "Very fluent, I may add"

"Oh" Isabelle said, stunned.

"Either your mind or whatever is really in Mexico and you obtained somehow skills you didn't have before, like a freaking superhero-" Caleb began in excitement which faded to a fake serious tone, "Or you're really sick and are going to die soon"

The only response he had was a pillow to his face and a laughing (in concern) Lito.

~sense8~

It was that same night, lying on her room with the window open, getting high after Caleb's concerning words that she got the weirdest sensation of all.

It started with Nomi's touches, feeling them before seeing her, kisses trailing up from her thighs and up her body, reaching her mouth, sharing a hotly kiss where Isabelle breathed out a puff of weed to Nomi's mouth, both sharing high smiles, their pupils blown.

Will showed up next, sliding up next to Isabelle, the look on his eyes felt hazy and intent as if he too was feeling the side effects of her high. He caressed her cheek, pulling her into a kiss as Nomi and now Lito kissed her body.

At the same time, Isabelle felt herself visiting the other three, Nomi and Lito and their own couples, momentarily taking their places as they shared intimate, sexual moments with them, also appearing to Will at his gym, kissing his neck from behind and another German guy at a pool, feeling the water run down through her body and the weight of her damp hair as at least seven of them shared a high (courtesy of Isabelle) orgasm.

Back in her room, Isabelle opened her eyes, breathing a relaxing puff of her weed, a coat of sweat running down her forehead as her breathing began to steady again.

Isabelle turned her head to the side, seeing a shocked Will staring straightforward, sitting at the edge of her bed.

~sense8~

Will was sitting on the bench at his gym, flushed face after their shared intimacy, turning his head to the side, seeing Isabelle laying on the floor, her head resting against a bench as if it was her pillow.

"I didn't enjoy that" Isabelle told him, her words slurring just briefly as she pointed a bit too away from where Will was actually sitting. "You all mess with my head"

"I get the feeling" Will murmured, feeling his heart starting to return to a normal rate. "I'm sorry for freaking you out. It was not my intention"

"I met an interesting actor, who also shared my thoughts into all this being bullshit" Isabelle laughed, the sound of her slurred laughter making Will look at her and the glimmer of tears in her green eyes, "He's in Mexico by the way. Yet, here he was sitting next to me with my brother, while I was watching a wrestling match with him and his boyfriend and friend. Just like you and I are here in my room and-" she lazily looked around, seeing the gym Will was at, "Your gym. Trust me, I'm past freaking out. Even my brother thinks this is cool"

"I doubt he'd say that if he experienced what we've had" Will said with a chuckle.

"At least I see him smiling" Isabelle said, struggling to get up to sit properly. "This week is hard for us. The less I want for him is to be sad. So, if that means accepting all of this and somehow control it before I lose my mind, then I'll do that"

"You won't lose your mind" Will promised. "I, neither of us will let that happen, okay?"

"Promise?" Isabelle raised her pinky finger to him.

Will softened his smile, raising his own pinky finger, lacing it with hers, both flinching slightly at the contact which still was shocking, "Promise"