Monday, August 13, 2007

Interlude: Nightmares and Dreamscapes

"Hisagi--"

He didn't expect the punch to his face to be so hard, or the follow up blast that cascaded him across the room, into the couch, knocking it over.

Aw, man, we just cleaned the place up from the last fight...

"You are doing what with Daisuke?!"

"Just sleeping with him!"

"I trusted you!"

So many people trusted you and you betrayed them all.

Piett's voice echoed in his mind, "What do you have in mind for Frosty?"

Stronghold was advancing, his fists clenched at his sides, a determined killing look on his face.  Masonry scrambled up from the toppled couch and climbed out of the sunken area.  

"Hisagi, wait."

Stronghold moved too fast, and the punch that came at him knocked him across a good few yards, into a teleporter.  Oh, he was pissed.  He should have known to expect some sort of reaction - he expected what Havoc did, "Stay away from him."  He didn't expect Stronghold to beat the crap out of him.

As Stronghold came at him, Masonry hit the teleporter button and found himself in Atlas Park.  He was on a bridge, below which was assorted traffic.  He barely had time to register it when Stronghold appeared beside him.

He bent down and picked Masonry up by the front of his shirt and stared at him with the same kind of eyes that Star had for him all the time now.  He said nothing, but held him out above the bridge (Wow, he's stronger than I thought ) and let him go.

Masonry fell to the pavement, 200 yards below, and just had time to look up and see the truck's headlights barreling at him.

Nate woke with a scream in his throat and the sound of shattering glass in his ears.  He took a breath to swallow the scream, sat up and looked around the room.  Daisuke's room.

He glanced down at Daisuke's sleeping form, then around at the ice chips.  The man could sleep through a train wreck, Nate thought, swinging himself off the bed.  Probably has to do with the ice.  He kicked some of the ice chunks around - Daisuke's aura always encompassed the two of them as they slept, so Nate always found himself breaking out of about three inches of ice in the morning.

After the bathroom, he went back into the room and put on his clothes from last night.  The clock said 5 am, too early for anything exciting, so he decided to head over to the kitchen and make a pot of coffee.  He stepped out into the hallway, closing Daisuke's bedroom door, then turned.

A woman's face stared at him.

In shock, he jerked back, his back and shoulders hitting door.  He'd never seen the woman's face before, and it took a moment for him to register that she wasn't really there.  She was too white, too transparent.

"Uh... hi?"

She gazed at him intently, then a hand reached up and touched his chest, and went inside it.  Nate gasped in pain as icy cold followed the path of that hand, and wrapped around his heart, slowing it.  He closed his eyes and could hear his blood slow, slow--

Jack burst into heat and warmth inside him, filling him with power and fire.  Nate snapped open his eyes to see the ghost gone.

"Who the hell was that?"

Ask Daisuke later.  Jack sounded distracted, but said he was fine, and the two souls headed toward the kitchen again.

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