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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 1:18:02 GMT -5
"I know I don't because its your dream and Dante is really torturing you and so I will leave," Daemon said as he stabbed himself. -----
Daemon sprung back, eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he had done or felt. He could enter dreams as a crazy manic maniac? Thats when he realized he needed to find a way to control himself in dreams. He discovered a new power. He jumped off his bed and ran to Zach's room.
When he saw him, he shook him furiously.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 1:29:03 GMT -5
Dante blinked as the woman turned to dust and disappeared, then laughed, “Our friends have already left Zachery!!! Now you will be all mine!” He shouted, making his way towards Zachery. But it wasn’t long before the world turned hazy and started to focus out into black. Bubbles of different scenes that occurred drifted around and away, leaving Zachery in black as he was being coaxed awake.
‘Zachery….’ a voice echoed, cold and tauntingly. ‘See you soon’ a chilling laugh cracked through his mind as Zachery opened his eyes, looking up at Daemon. His breath was heavy, sweat dripping down his face and eyes hazy as if only half there. He wanted to sleep… needed to sleep.. But he couldn’t. If things kept going like this.. What would happen? Zachery grimaced, hearing his heart rapidly beating in his chest.
He sat up, moving away from Daemon as his eyes began to water. Trying to hold them back as much as he could, but they spilled over and streamed down his cheeks and dripped off his chin.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 1:30:29 GMT -5
"Damn kid, you have some messed up dreams and I have some messed up powers," Daemon said. "Who is this Dante guy anyway?"
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 1:35:00 GMT -5
Zachery choked a cry, keeping silent as he looked away. Daemon had just seen his most personal of things.. Seeing the thing he loathed most and the girl he loved before she died. He finally spoke up as soon as he was sure he wouldn’t sob if he tried. “Dante…. He’s… he’s Kankure’s Demon. Or.. He was..”
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 1:37:35 GMT -5
Daemon fell silent, "I wish I could do something but its obvious I cant, its a good thing he is not here at the moment. What is your story kid?"
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 1:41:43 GMT -5
Zachery didn’t look up at Daemon. “I already told you…” he replied quite silently. He obviously didn’t like talking about it, and Daemon showing up in his dreams didn’t help either. “If you want to know about Dante.. Just talk to Kankure. I don’t like speaking about what happened.” He said and got out of bed, holding onto the nightstand as he was still very tired and shaky on his feet. He was vulnerable, easy to read, weak. He hated when he was like this. He hated when others knew and saw his weakness.
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Post by wingedwarrior on Nov 18, 2009 1:57:03 GMT -5
Daemon decided not to ask, it was best he went to bed to. At least he was back in Animus.
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Post by Geinkotsu on Nov 18, 2009 2:08:20 GMT -5
Zachery was silent, but then walked out of the room, heading back to the same place in the front room where he had sat before. He didn’t want to go back to sleep again to only be met by Dante again and tortured, but he was tired also and hadn’t the strength to do much.
He put his back against the wall and slid down it, sitting down on the carpet with his knees to his chest. Tired, he wrapped his arms around his legs, resting his head on his knees. He seemed lifeless, like a walking corpse. His movements sluggish, his eyes almost empty as they stared at the wall to the right of where he sat. ‘Maya….’
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Dante yawned, walking through the empty streets. He had just come back from his exciting adventure in Zachery’s dream, and it was much more tiresome to enter and exit dreams than to be automatically a part of them. Like when he was fused with Kankure’s soul. Fun times. Dante smirked. “Oh Zachery.. My Adorable Little Zachery. Where are you?” He cooed.
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