Wednesday, June 15, 2005

   Nameless, Part II
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And now!

Part II:

(Note: READ PART I BELOW, before you read this, it will make sense and just be cooler all around ^^)

Like a white looming monument, the Aurora Museum towers above the tiny Blue Jeep that races towards it with me inside. The gathering storm clouds overhead, flicker with subdued lightning as if awaiting a command to unleash the torrent within. SWAT cars and police vehicles, too many to count, litter the parking lot before the massive steps that lead to the main glass doors. Officers in black, blue and white gear and armor, weapons poised, are steady in their positions, while some run for dear life to some unknown destination. More forces have the entire building surrounded from all sides, as I park the Jeep next to a Tac-Squad Van and jump out. Every civilian has no doubt been evacuated far from the scene.
Just like the Commander said.
However, there were no signs of the explosion that I heard in the background on the radio, no ambulances, and no one present seemed too alarmed. The back door of the Jeep pulled swiftly open at my touch. I grabbed my black armored vest, gauntlets, leg guards, weapon holsters and strapped them on. Two Silver hollow-point Berettas went into the hip holsters, two mini-Glocks into the ankle holsters, after they were loaded and ready. I place extra rounds in the tac-belt, then loaded the shotgun, cocked it loudly and strapped it over my back. Grabbing my helmet, I walked swiftly towards the museum.
The dream shifts here and I suddenly find myself inside the main lobby, Kale standing next to me, dressed similarly to myself once again and helmets on. The flashlight mounted on his shotgun reveals the dark hallway and the massive Dinosaur exhibits towering above us. The Commander had sent us in to locate Tac-Squad 6.
One of the men had fired off a tear gas bomb that exploded too close to one of the Daplidicus skeletons and caused it to collapse, explaining the explosion I had heard in the background. The green laser sights of my Berettas trailed over the uneven wreckage of bones. After, the gas was cleared, the Squad moved in, but hadn’t radio-ed back. My nerves and mind were focused like ice as we walked down the darkened corridors and past the purple curtained floor length windows, the maws of long forgotten creatures poised in death above us. Our boots made soft hollow clumps against the marbled floors. Then Kale stopped suddenly. I glanced at him and then followed the light from his weapon to a spot of blood that stained a wall and the floor.
And that’s when the scream erupted from the dank silence.
Shots rang out as Kale and I sprinted through another room filled with Egyptian works. I saw the colored bursts of firearms as we rounded the Pharaoh’s chariot display and continued running. I holstered my left gun and tapped the comlink at my temple and shouted:
“Tac-Squad 6! This is unit 7-7-1, 10-20? 10-60? REPORT!” I glanced over at Kale, “Radio the Commander!”
Kale began hailing HQ as the bursts stopped and we sprinted up an ornate marble staircase. Five Tac-Squad officers in red armor and black uniforms were positioned around an arched opening, a gold plating labeled, ‘Gothic Intricacies” in fancy letters, mounted above it. The captain turned, looking over his shoulder and shouted:
“Get down!”
Kale and I leapt aside in different directions as bullets flew from the dark opening, chewing up the stair’s railing and the floor where we had just been. Kale landed hard on his side with a loud grunt, then scrambled behind one of the red officers, shotgun held vertical. He pressed his fingers to his temple, to continue hailing HQ. I landed solidly on my feet and rushed to the captain.
“Bout time someone showed up!” he winked at me.
I nodded simply in return, “What have we got?”
“Four,” he replied, “One injured.”
“Yea, we saw the blood.”
“Tear gas didn’t work. We’ve got some band of rogue, international art thieves, bastards came prepared for anything.” he continued. “ What took you so long, we’ve been-”
“I can’t reach HQ!’ Kale cut him off. “I’ve tried every frequency.”
The Captain’s eyes smirk mockingly, “ Wow, it sounds like dejavu. You a rookie son?”
I look around: of course! “ The walls here are made of marble with solid steel mounts, com links won’t come through, we’re too deep inside.”
“I’ve got movement.” one of the men crouched low with a pair of night vision goggles warned.
“Kale!” I called across. “Return to HQ and give them our position.”
“But-”
“Move dammit!” I shouted.
I could see the frown in his eyes as he took a quick glance at the dark opening and then sprinted towards the steps.
“And bring back some coffee with ya!” The Captain called as he disappeared from sight. “I had to leave the java on my desk when this call came in…”
A chill shot up my spine so abruptly, it winded me and I began to listen. Even through my helmet, I heard it. A soft movement, unlike anything a living being makes, as if it was seeping down the wall next to me and into the room beyond. The Sickness returned and I gasped leaning more heavily against the cool marble to keep it from consuming me. My chest felt like it was trapped in a vise. It was here! Then the image of the blood stained wall shot into my head and my eyes dilated.
“It smells the blood!”
The Captain glanced over his shoulder at me, “What?”
I swallowed, “Captain, pull your men back.”
He fully turned to me this time, “Wha- they’re cornered.”
“There’s no time!” I cried. “Get your men out of here right now!”
“What are you talking about?”
My eyes alighted, “Art thieves aren’t the only thing you’ve cornered in there.”
A high pitched squeal of terror pierced the air, before the Captain could reply.
Everyone’s head focused on the arched entryway as more shouts and shots sounded from it, and I moved. Driven both by fear and anger, I charged head first into the dark opening. The Captain called out to me and tried to grab me as I slipped swiftly pass. But his outstretched fingers closed around nothing.
“Don’t follow me” I ordered calmly over the radio to him.
“What?! Are you nutz?! 7-7-1, get back here!”
I slapped my temple and shut the radio off, then pulled out my other pistol as the darkness swallowed me.
Instruments of medieval torture were everywhere, the only light came from the soft spotlights of the exhibits, leaving everything above head level dark as pitch. Directly across from my cover was a wall of dramatic battle scene paintings, their mounted spotlights illuminating them like a backdrop. The tiny green lights of my weapons flickered as I crouched low behind a suit of Black Knight armor. Bullets and shouts rang out everywhere, with my back to the armor I dared not to look around it as a loud pings resounded in it‘s hull.
Then I heard it.
Like gleeful whispers, it applauded each sad attempt to thwart it, and responded with a soft groaning growl of death. It toyed with them, making them suffer for the pleasure of my audience, and my ears could bear it no more. I turned my face right to call round:
“Police! Drop your weapons and surrender… now!” I barked.
Total silence.
No gunfire.
No screams.
Then a soft whimpering sound moaned from a few feet away.
I peeked around the armor and the shattered glass casing to see a man in a gray uniform and a white mask around his nose and mouth. He was badly injured in his leg and he was aiming a shaking gun at the darkness just beyond. His whole frame twitched in utter terror in the pool of blood, and even as his finger still pulled at the trigger, all his gun did was click. I gazed around.
There was an open walkway than ran horizontally between us, where the torture exhibits stopped on my side, he lay on the walkway, beyond was the massive battle painting draped by several shadowed statues. I felt and listened. There was nothing else moving. If the thing was still here I could not feel it, but the Sickness was still thick in the air.
I holstered my left weapon, and walked very slowly to him crouched low, my eyes darting everywhere. The only sounds came from my steady boot-falls. He heard me and turned and shrieked, pointing the gun my way, his trigger finger still raging.
“Friend, Friend” I said holding up my hand and holstering my other weapon.
His eyes were etched so deeply in terror it evoked pity throughout me.
“It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you - I’m here to help. I’m going to help you.” I soothed crouching next to him.
His breath was heavy and uneven, poor guy was hyperventilating. I slowly placed my hand on his gun and with soft pressure, he finally lowered it and his breathing slowed just a bit.
“It’s ok.” I repeated, pulling the gun away. My eyes glanced down to his wounded leg and I cringed.
Three huge lacerations ran over his thigh and straight into the knee cap exposing white bone.
His fingers suddenly closed with terrible force around my wrist making me wince.
“It took them!” he cried. “It’s still here!”
“I- I know,” I tried to calm him and keep him from breaking my wrist. Then he took my arm in his other hand and tried to pull me closer, panic gripping him:
“It just came out of nowhere! It’s killed them- ALL! Bullets- Kept coming! Dead… MY GOD IT’S DEAD! AA-” he started to scream then he suddenly stopped.
His face blanched a shade of white purer than his mask, and his pupils ceased to exist as he stared in abstract horror at me. His grip melted like water and the rest of his body became petrified, tears welled in his eye and something like a barely audible whimper wept from him. At first I didn’t understand, I thought he was having a heart attack-
“…Serrafina…”
My heart sank into a cold abyss and I went numb as I felt the wind rush behind me as it rose, watched the shadow fall across the man’s wretched features, sensed every nerve in my back and neck freeze and tingle in terror, even my armor seemed to vanish. I sat there for split seconds that seemed like forever, it’s presence all around me, knowing that it was there and unable to act, its breath glazing my helmet, the cracking of its bones echoing in my head. The blades of its right hand, flicked dangerously, their glint reflecting in the corner of my eye and snapping something inside me.
I spun as they whistled in the air, raising my pistol only to watch the blades arc upwards and strike solidly across my helmet in a delicate, precise sweep. As if hit by a wrecking ball, I was flung up and over into the air, swatted away like an annoying bug. My body swung out of control amidst tumbling nothingness, I let go of my weapon and the shotgun slipped over my head. Darkness, light, feeling and pain seethed together.
WHUNK!
My back collided fiercely with the carved chest of one of the statues. It cracked swiftly, the shoulders and head tumbling down to destruction. I slumped downward onto its outstretched arms, gravity juggling me uncomfortably between them, flipping me around until finally I slammed into the ground face first. My armor the only thing saving me from serious injury and possibly death. The shotgun was not far off, striking the statue’s pedestal and thumping next to one of my hands.
Static and electricity screeched in my ears, with a cry I ripped the helmet from my head, my red hair spilling out like a stream of blood. The gashes in it were unbelievable and millimeters from slicing completely through, wires and circuitry shorting out of the ripped wounds. I tossed it aside, quickly spotted the shotgun, flicked on the light and aimed it towards the walkway-

….at nothing…just an empty pool of blood…

…Shlump…

The light shot to the left as I turned swiftly, staying crouched down and with my back to the pedestal. A heavy footstep sounded followed by a soft friction-like sound, like someone dragging a body. I trained the gun steadily, the rest of my insides shaking and faltering as if I were on the verge of being violently Sick. Again the sound repeated, but it moved, I spun to the right, my light still showing nothing and the sound continuing. It came from everywhere, and I couldn’t find it as it got closer and closer.

Step…drag. Step…drag. Step…drag. Step!…drag! Step!…DRag!. STEP…DRAG!

And I snapped.
Screaming in fury, I tossed the shotgun aside and pulled out my Beretta spinning in circles.
“You want me! I’m HERE! “ I screamed to everything. “Take me you S.O.A.B.! FACE ME!”
Suddenly I was blinded.

Like a gunshot to my solar plexus, I doubled over, the Sickness seeping from me like the plague. I threw up, forgetting about everything even the weapon in my hands, not seeing or hearing, not smelling or tasting, only feeling. Waning from my body’s exertion, I lay propped up on my elbows nothing else wanting to work, my whole body shaking in a sob that would never come. All those people….
Then it laughed.

…Laughed, laughed, laughed…

Cruel and heartless, jubilant as luscious sin.

Someone called my name as it oozed away. Someone helped me up, footsteps sounded all around. Someone called for the lights, and again I was blinded-
- but this time only for a moment. Now I wish I had stayed blind…

As with the lonely Ranch house, when my vision cleared, it was of vicious death. Strewn across the rack like a gutted fish, only the head intact, lay one of the thieves. Split in half to the collar bone, half of him twisted up the other hanging down, hung by on of his legs from one of the cages, with no head, looking like so much twisted meat, another thief, barely even recognizable as human. Another ripped up and stretched across one of the statues, almost as if dancing with it in death, a smile ripped permanently across his face. And before me, the man I had tried to help.
His arms had been mangled, the sinews wrapped around the statue’s arms, rib cage gutted and forced backwards like mock wings, his legs shredded like an unholy skirt, his face still retaining the same look of abstract abhorration, the white mask stainless. Yet on his eye, carved with an artist’s touch, a half-moon incision and a line flowing downwards. A soft tear leaked out, fell into the bloody grove and dripped to the mask and became soaked within.
“What…happened here?” I heard Kale whisper. He was beside me, holding me up.
“It’s like…a slaughter house…” I heard the Captain whisper behind me.
“No…” I said rising and wiping my mouth.

“…It’s his art.”

Then I noticed, on the battle painting behind the gruesome statue, etched in blood was scrawled a message, and I walked towards it, my face setting like stone again.

Kale followed, “ What is that?”

“It’s Latin,” I replied. “It reads: The Harvest has begun, and the Angel will come, my angel, my heart, the purest soul, together we will dance…” my eyes narrowed. “…and together we will taste renewed death…!”


……end….of Part II….


Ready for Part Three?

^-^ mwaha….



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Tuesday, June 14, 2005

   Nameless Part I
A certain Frightening Dream: I like to call it

Nameless

[Note: this dream happened in five parts over a span of five days back-to-back. Don’t ask me how or why…all I did was fight through it o~O]

Ok, basically I am some sort of agent working for an organization that deals with special crimes involving extreme brutality. As a child, my parents were killed and horribly torn apart by person or persons unknown and somehow I was the only survivor. All the ‘killer(s)’ did to me was scar my left eye and left cheek. A half circle runs from one corner of my eye to the next with a single line running from this down to my chin.
I was taken in by my uncle (and only relative) who is a medieval historian and professor at a local university. He ended up home schooling me because the events in my parent’s death had traumatized me so. After his death, I eventually went into law enforcement school and wound up at the current job for solving such cases with startling accuracy. As if I saw what happened, and who did it, in order to find my parent’s killer. (Not like that Medium show, much more vivid and detailed.)
Somehow I know all this background about myself before the dream even begins, almost as if they are real memories…

The Dream starts off like this:

One day a man shows up in my office, my replacement partner. I knew he was coming, and as I sat behind the dark mahogany desk I scowled at the closed blue blinds of my office window. The room is mostly dark, the pre-storm clouds moving in the spring-like outside. He is tall and lithe, blonde hair that falls around his head in spikes, and deep purple eyes, (Of course, I have dark red hair, green eyes like I do in real life, but I‘m taller and my body feels tense like stone. I‘m wearing blue tactical pants, black boots and a back half-sleeve shirt.)
As he sits in the chair across the desk, in similar clothing, he smiles trying not to look at the scar on my eye:
“My name’s Kale, I’ve heard you were a badass, but I don’t believe everything I hear.”
Antipathetic I turn away from the window and to him, replying in a dark and serious tone:
”I don’t care if God sent you here, I don’t have a partner and I never will again. Tac-Squad boys claim to be hard, but even if you could prove to me that you came from hell, I wouldn’t take you. Transfer out of this division, go anywhere, do anything else, but do not stay here.”
He looks at me, then grins, “Oh, don’t worry. You don’t have anything to fear, I promise not to cramp your style, I’m just along for the ride.”
I toss a folder at him - containing the photographs of what happened to my last partner, and the partner before that. Not a pretty site, what was left of them anyways…
His mouth twitches in disgust and I whisper:
“Fear is lost to me, Kale. I have gained the fancy of something rather nasty. You’re just another meat sac for the slab, and he always has my best interests at heart.”
Kale coolly tosses the folder back onto the desk: “I heard about what happened to them, my condolences, it must have been hard on you.”
“Funny,” I say emotionlessly, “That’s what my last partner said.”
A call suddenly comes in on the radio - they need me at a double homicide - bodies missing.
I leave and Kale follows - not in my car.

We get to a small one story, Ranch style, brick house and the scene inside is gruesome. The living room is covered in blood and gore. The couple who lived there is missing, cars still in the driveway, keys on the counter, no sign of break in, or robbery, or that the bodies were moved outside of the house, motive and suspect(s) unknown.
What is known: - someone definitely died here.
CSI is crawling all over the place and Kale starts with the Rookie routine of checking out the witnesses, and the officers first on the scene.
But they saw nothing.
No one ever does…
…except me….

Already my guts start to squirm and I can feel where it was, smell the pleasure and ecstasy of the kill, I see it’s eyes, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, then I follow the feeling to the bathroom.
It’s absolutely spotless and smells like air fresheners.
Yet, my eyes focus on the tub. I grab a black light from one of the CSI boxes and wave it over the porcelain, and the claw marks show clear as day. The Sickness grips me (I can‘t really describe it any other way. I just get this terrible feeling like I‘m really sick, like the killer is trying to suck me into itself and it‘s not too pleasant.), but I fight it down and walk outside to the utility truck and grab a sledgehammer. Kale spots me as I walk back inside and follows me slightly perturbed. But I don’t notice or feel anyone as I head back to the bathroom, almost robotic and tunnel vision-ed.
I can’t fight off the Sickness anymore as I raise the hammer and bring it down on the edge, shattering a chunk of the rim and alerting the attention of everyone in the house. Again the hammer falls, tears almost coming to my eyes as Kale rushes up behind me and tries to pry the weapon from my hands.
“What are you doing?!” he blurts in alarm.
I shout and toss him back out into the hallway and into the arms of several CSI’s, screaming:
“They’re here! It put them here!”
“What?! There isn’t a spot in here, the CSI’s already swept it with a fine tooth comb!”
Undaunted and shaking, I swing the heavy hammer up and strike the basin with a cry of fury-
-and thick red blood begins to ooze from the cracks…
Kale and the other officers present gawk in disbelief as the hammer slips from my hands and thumps to the floor. I bend over the sink turning on the faucet and splash water over my face as the CSI’s move in to finish what I started. I grab a towel feeling the Sickness fade and mutter,
“The woman is missing her legs and several internal organs. You won’t find the man’s brain, his torso muscles or half his spine. Both are missing their left hands and eyes.”
Without glancing back I brush past a still stunned Kale, and head for my Jeep.
“Wait… wait-a-second!” he calls after me. “How did you know that? How did you know the bodies were there?” I walk across the lawn with him right on my heels. “The place was clean! Are you psychic or something?”
I ignore him and walk around and climb into the Jeep and he climbs in the passenger side. “Talk to me!”
“Get out!” I glare.
“I just want-” but he doesn’t get a chance to finish. I grab his shirt collar and open my door, drag his thrashing body across my lap and toss him from the vehicle. His body somersaults while I slam the door shut and start the Jeep.
“Listen to me when I tell you this,” I lean out the window as he spits sod from his mouth. “You stay as far away from me as you can.”
Before Kale can protest, I peal out of the driveway and head down the road still fuming.

As I drive past the trees and sidewalks, my blue Jeep moving beneath the pre-storm sky, the images start flooding in:
I see them, watching a movie, and it watching them through the shadows of a closet. I feel it’s lust for them, the excitement, I feel my body twitch with him in anticipation. My fingers grip the wheel and beads of sweat form across my body- I try to fight it, swallow it down, purge the visions from my mind, but it won’t let go. The Sickness crushes me again like a dark fist. I pull over abruptly into a park service road and slam on the breaks amidst the trees. My body lurches and I cry out gripping my head.
He was first:
The man fell beneath its lust as it tore gleefully into his torso. She was a challenge. Throwing everything she could at it, trying to fend it off as the man screamed and screamed in the final throes of his death. Everything that came its way wouldn’t stop it, it just made it happier.
Then it leapt on her-
“AaaaAH!… Get out- out of MY HEAD!” I writhed behind the wheel. “s-STOP it!”
-With a swipe, the first spray of crimson stained the walls, but it was careful and precise enough not to cause death. Death…gift….not yet… She wailed under its weight, a pair of jaws gripped her head to stabilize it. Fear was so thick and ripe it made my stomach lurch. Then the bladed finger flicked into view with a lethal and gut churning sound, moving in a slow arc toward her face. Darkness and shadow suddenly writhed about me as I fought in vain, it smothered me like I was drowning. I watched her eye rove wildly about, her screams and struggles only enticing it, but nothing prepared me for the feeling of the fingered-blade grating against her eye bone and the bloodcurdling scream that pierced my soul.
“-Serrafina!”
My eyes shot open as it called to me, and I screamed in terror at the shadowy evil around me. The door to the Jeep shot open and I spilled out on my hands and knees after it, clutching my stomach and gasping for air as if I was dying myself. Sweat dripped from my forehead onto the soft grass. The waves of Sickness began to fade with each breath I took, as I swallowed my urge to regurgitate. A pale ray of sunlight cut through the clouds and warmed the darkness that I felt away. The smell of fresh air replaced the stench of fear and death. It left me slowly…
Suddenly, I jerked my head back towards the Jeep and looked inside:
Nothing
No Shadows.
No Darkness.

My fists and teeth clenched in wrath.
“…I’ll find you…huh…“ I whispered past my teeth. “I’ll find you muther-f-er…and when I do, I’m putting my boot in your ass! Ugh-huh!”
I dropped forward just a bit to gather my strength, and tried to focus on breathing.

“Units 4-7, 12-14, 7-7-1, and all other available units in the district area, respond.” my radio crackled and the mouthpiece fell onto the seat startling me. “10-56 in progress at the Aurora Museum, repeat 10-56 in progress, shots fired, back-up needed.”
[ This next part has a lot of Police codes that I learned while working for the Police force near my hometown: a 10-56 is an armed robbery in progress; 10-20 is ‘what‘s your position/location‘; 10-40 is repeat. 10-60 what the hell just happened?]
I stood up easily and climbed back into the Jeep as the message repeated, revving up the engine and pulling back onto the main road with sirens and lights blaring.
“This is 7-7-1 enroot, Dispatch.” I said into the mouthpiece.
“10-4, 7-71.”
I latched the mouthpiece back into place, and turned right.
“Boot in the ass...after I take care of this,” I mumbled to no one in particular. Then I got a funny feeling and picked the mouthpiece back up and squeezed the button on the side.
“7-7-1 to Dispatch, patch me into the Commander at the 10-56, Clearance code: Firefly.”
“10-4”
The com. clicked over to a lot of static.
“This is unit 7-7-1 calling Commander. Commander, respond.”
“..CKKZZttt!…is Commander, I read you 7-7-1.. Ffzzzt”
My brow furrowed, “10-20 on all present-”
“ SWAT’s holding back in the parking lot, Tac -Squad 6- ZZfffZt!! - inside…”
“Say that last part again Commander, 10-40...”
“20 on Tac-6 is inside the building cornering the 5 perpetrators.”
“What are their orders?”
“Fzzt..-o hold position until backup arrives, and maintain lockdown- fffzzzZ…what the hell is-”
Suddenly there was a scream and something like an explosion in the background. The radio crackled hysterically.
I cringed: “Commander, 10-60.….” no response, just static, “Commander, 10-60! Anyone! Come in!”

Alarmed and furious, I tossed the mouthpiece aside and slammed my foot on the pedal, but even as I raced past everything, I had a terrible feeling I was already too late…


So, ^-^
Whaddaya think?
Should I post chapter 2, or leave it just a dream?



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Monday, June 13, 2005

   BLUEDEMONBOY!!!
OMG! BDB wrote me and I wasn't even on!!! oO

Gasp! Woe! and sadness!

I'm so glad that you guys liked my dream, so I'm going to write up another one that I had: only this one came over the span of five days, and it came in five parts or chapters sort of.

Warning, it's really scary, freaky, and I wonder how in the heck I managed to put myself in a dream like this one. And the fact that it kept bulding on itself five days in a row, is just as bizarre.

I'll post the First Part tomorrow morning, and if your interested, I'll post the Second Part.

Sorry this post is so late in the day, alas, -.- I have once again sucumbed to cleaning fumes.

More soon!

Love,

-S
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Sunday, June 12, 2005

   Tis midnight...
Ok, I've been up all night drawing sketches of General Grievous - and my little sister is so proud of me ^-^.
But anyhoo, I'm going to be really bsuy tomorrow or I should say today, so here is the weird dream I had a few nights ago. It's got a lot of action and pizaz. Crawl inside my head and see if you like it ^-^....

Giant Alligator Death Dream:

I had this dream that started out as me and the family going on a vacation to this strange city that was more like a giant water park than it was a city. Then my family kind of disappeared and my mind took over.
I was running around this intricate tower half in the water and half in the open. Well first I was running on a large bridge from this gater in armor he was designed a lot like Varkayis but his armor he had silver armor and was very dark green. He had read eyes and a really cool spear with a moon shaped knife- thing on it. I was in a white bikini bathing suit and those Nike run barefoot shoes. Using my blue energy powers I started bringing down pillars, statues and parts of anything that could break off easily from my surroundings and block his path to keep from following me. However due to his size and armor he was just plowing through everything that I was throwing at him. Until I pulled down a large bronze statue and he ran into it with the loudest clang I had ever heard. I rounded the corner and slid down the spiraled pathway and stopped myself against the railing that bended around the next tower. Catching my breath and smiling I looked out over the calm ocean-blue water, and to my horror saw the dark outlines of four more large armored alligators. And they were heading for a marble landing filled with vacationing people! Summoning energy, I leapt from the balcony, and spiraled over head gracefully in a motion that seemed slow and gorgeous as waves of azure swirled around me. Upside down, I pulled my arm back and thrust it forward releasing solid beams at the gathering foe below, and attracting the attention of the people on the landing and in the water. The armored lizards erupted from the water to take evasive action, revealing themselves to the crowds, some began moving in alarm but not enough to clear the area fully. The lizards fell back into the water as I completed my last three arcs and landed in a fighting stance on the marble landing. And they headed for me like jet-skis! I began shouting for everyone to get back, and the panic gripped them. The people began running and screaming in all directions to get away from the water, but not fast enough. Four pillars of water shot from the waves and each armored foes landed solidly on the marble, cracking it beneath their three toed- clawed feet. One was light green with silver armor carried a moon naginata, another teal with black armor large axe, the third brown with tin colored armor with maces, and the last tan with dark rusted orange armor large gloves over his hands with Insanely huge metal claws and a spiked tail. Their armor was all designed the same way, helms that covered their snouts with armor but split and grooved at the back of the head to allow them to open their mouths. Segmented pieces of armor splayed like manes from their heads and followed the spine all the way to the tail. Their chest plates shaped like the jaws of some terrible beast, the long cut teeth encircling their chests. Their arms and leg were armored sparingly to allow them more agility, their thick corded muscles seemed tougher than the shining metal plates that enclosed them.
The people screamed behind me, and the terrible foes before me roared and slavered in anticipation. With no armor, innocent civilians everywhere, cornered, I felt things couldn’t get any worse, when a ferocious cry sounded overhead. Our eyes turned upward and focused on where I had come from, as pieces of a bronze statue and other debris exploded outward and plummeted to pierce the water below. I cringed as the powerful form of the first gator warrior emerged from the smoke and set his dagger red eyes upon me. Blood ran from his helm down the side of his maw and onto the armor at his chest his teeth gnashed in the lust for battle. Thrusting his weapon at me he bellowed fiercely: “Take that human! But leave her alive for me!” The cry that sounded from his troops in my direction was enough to turn blood to ice. I checked the energies around the area; all the civilians were soundly gone, and a wicked smile crossed my face. Energy blasted from my open palms knocking the brown and light green gators back into the water, their energized bodies sizzled the water. The other two lunged forward undaunted. The claws of the tanned beast grazed my skin just barely as I crouched and dodged backwards as he struck. The claws hammered into the marble and stuck fast. I kept moving as the axe of the other fell and gripped it twisting my body with it’s momentum and pulled myself under the blade. Spinning I knocked my assailer in the jaw knocking him backwards and pulling the weapon away from his grasp. I twirled his weapon behind me as I landed and stood before them with confident poise. Not too shoddy for a girl in a bikini. ^-^
But my glee was cut short as their commander slammed into the marble amidst his troops and snarled. The two I had knocked into the water were crawling back onto the landing, their faces set in fury. The sound of wrenching metal and stone rang out as the tanned creature hauled his claws from the marble and the dark gator rose to his feet and snorted smoke from his nostrils as he faced me. I lost my composure and looked at them all slowly advancing, intent on tearing my limb from limb. I couldn’t take them all, not like I was. I raised the axe with a cry infusing it with blue energy and brought it down on the marble, cracking it in a straight line. As my foes staggered on the shaking landing - I turned and ran around the side of the tower. I had to find somewhere to hide and fast, or a better weapon - I just had to get away. Then in the pool styled tile I saw an oddly shaped door with water running down into it. I pulled it apart like a jigsaw puzzle and looked down. It was a slide of flowing water that lead down to an unknown destination, but it was well lit. As thundering footsteps and terrible shadows began to creep round the corner - I jumped in closing the doors behind me and slid down. I slide through endless streaming water, tumbling over and over - but it was fun spiraling and turning ever down, until final I was expelled into a giant pool of blue water. I went under with a splash and let myself sink for a moment, content in the cool blue watching the bubbles dance around me. Then I straightened my body and floated upwards. My head broke the surface and I swam to the edge and climbed out. The room around me was domed and made of white marble and white pool tiles, with blue trimmings. Soft waterfalls poured in and ran down troughs into the pool. Across from me were three people sitting in front of a massive command console, and for some reason there was an open locker room complete with gray lockers to the right- go figure. I recognized one of the people as one of co-workers from the Docks, wearing his usual red shorts and gray worn shirt with no sleeves and his red do-rag. I don’t recall the other - he was some white guy. The third I knew by heart.: Adros (A creature of my own design ^-^ He is a rare breed of Meta-Shifter. Just imagine a human form about 7 feet tall, blue armor connected to strands of black organic material and a faceless oval head with brilliant green eyes. We have a strange intimate relationship.) I call his name as he works furiously at the controls, we have to make tracks and warn the people of the city to get out of those things’ way. He turns and rises from his chair towards me, just a look from his eyes lets me know that he understands. My co-worker blurts out: “We’re doing everything we can to evacuate the city, all the defenses and security officials are on the move, but in the interest off all, I will have to ask you to leave the city immediately.”
I nod in agreement - then the wall in the locker room explodes and the beasts come charging in. The white guy rises to meet them sword in hand, but he is cut down by an axe and then ripped apart by the black gator and the light green one. Adros begins pulling me back, as my co worker backs away from the advancing lizards and opens a panel in the control console.
I try to fight off Adros, they’re going to kill him! I break free and start forward, Adros reaching for me And just as the commander snaps his jaws around my friend, he presses the red button inside. The console suddenly erupts, engulfing the armored creatures from view. The shockwave hits me soundly, knocking me back into Adros and then we sail through the air into the water. I feel the surface spread and wash over me as I hit, then the feeling of the sudden cool clams me as I sink downward. Huge chunks of wall and ceiling plummet into the water after us, closing off the surface. Then I feel Adros pull me close, his body shifts and opens to pull me inside. His body flows around me, driving off the cool and bringing warmth as I close my eyes and lay inside him, like one lays inside a mech suit. I feel the organic fluid wrap gently over my nose and mouth, the connectors attach gingerly to the back of my head, and my eyelids pull slowly back. Through his eyes I watch the last glimmer of light fade from view as we sink together into the watery darkness. Then I finally breathe…and I know it is not the
end.

That’s the short version - believe me! There is so much more detail that I forced myself not to put in cause it would take so long!
This dream is really special to me b/c it’s the first one that I’ve had with Adros in it. But this is typically how my dreams are: in depth, massive detail, me fighting against really nasty things (not necessarily scantily clad mind you) and is a precursor to another dream. I know those alligator guys are going to probably show up tonight, or maybe next week, or maybe I’ll have the same dream again, but it will be longer next time. Hope you enjoyed a night inside my head ^-^ !

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