The biscuits tasted nasty. As always, Anya fought down the urge to spit them out, preferably in someone’s face. Despite the fact that they were made of berries, and that the word ‘berries’ was synonymous with ‘yummy’ in the human world, the biscuits tasted foul. Anya had figured out the specific berry used long ago, yet she never remembered to complain about it. Raa’iy berries were the most disgusting of the bunch, yet Anya was given the privilege of probably being the only Dreamweaver that consumed them on a daily basis.
The dark blue mess that she had spat on out onto the table had started running off to the side of the table on its own accord; Anya didn’t make a move to stop the seemingly conscious berry pulp from navigating across the cafeteria floor. Nor did she pay any attention to the two patients at her table; whether they were disgusted at her childish actions, Anya didn’t know or care. All she cared for, at the particular moment, was the bitter taste slowly crawling across her taste buds.
“This is icky.” She announced, and stood up. “I’m never eating these again!”
The man who served them their meals rolled his eyes, going back to his job without batting an eye. This was the four hundred and twenty seventh time the Dreamweaver had made that proclamation, only to forget the following day. He was surprised, however, by the young girl approaching the counter and holding out her hand. Giving her a questioning look didn’t help matters at all, nor did shooing her away with a swipe of his hand.
“What do you want?” He said in short, clipped tones, barely looking up from his job.
“Muffin.”
“No. Your body can’t process anything except those weird biscuits of yours.”
“Muffin.”
“You can’t eat it!” He raised his voice just a tad, but it was enough to elicit a negative reaction from the girl. Even while he kept his gaze down, avoiding her eyes, he could tell the girl was angry.
“Can so! Give me.”
The muffin was unceremoniously tossed at her like one would towards a stray dog. Anya didn’t seem to mind, however, nor did she hear the cafeteria man’s mutters of wasted food as she hopped away and took a seat at an empty table. The dull man and the kitty-lady were no fun, so why should she share her food with them? Not even into the first bite, Anya was interrupted by the arrival of Farrah. The blonde woman barely reacted to the sight of Anya ‘sampling’ the human pastry, spitting out every bite she took.
Without a word, she brushed the remnants of the muffin away from Anya’s hand and handcuffed the Dreamweaver’s hands together, heavily restricting any movement on her part. Anya didn’t respond, and absently drifted after the blonde woman, eyes distant. She didn’t know where the yellow-haired woman was taking her, but she sure as hell didn’t want to be confined to her boring old room again.
Plus, that man would be waiting for her.
For a good while, Anya was calm and quiet, taking in the areas Farrah pointed out with childish wonder. It passed too quickly for Anya to take in anything properly, let alone commit the areas to memory. Like a mirage, she drifted along, almost colliding with the nurse as she stopped in front of a door. A very familiar door.
All too soon, Anya realized where they had taken her. What lay beyond the door was a room quite literally out of her nightmares, with a sinister being lying in wait. Why was Farrah being so cruel and taking her back?
“No!” She protested as soon as Farrah swiped her card and opened the door. Even with the minimal view, Anya could see the dark shadow sitting on the dresser. A wave of panic gripped her and she bolted down the hallway, dimly aware of Farrah thundering after her. She wouldn’t go back to the room, not under any circumstances… would she?
Farrah’s strong grip wrapped itself around Anya’s waist, yanking her back with all the force of a weightlifter. What the hell was this woman made of? It left Anya extremely breathless and gasping for breath. It was already hard breathing in this world, and now Farrah had made it ten times harder. The nurse didn’t spare a second in taking advantage of Anya’s incapacitated state and flung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Breathe.
Focusing solely on the suddenly agonizing task of breathing, Anya was barely aware of being thrown inside her room until she collided with the floor, her back absorbing most of the impact. As the infernal nurse slammed the door shut, Anya flung herself against the door, a split second too late. Balling up her fists, she banged them into the door, screaming at the top of her lungs.
Only a few seconds later did she feel the aftershocks of a needle being inserted in her neck. She had no idea when Farrah had managed to jab a syringe in her neck but Anya could feel the sedative rapidly taking effect and, using the last remnants of her strength, she increased the volume of the commotion. Not even a second later, a fireball exploded against the door, all the no avail.
Eventually, she slumped against the door, feeling her anger wash away and hopelessness taking its place. The man had watched the entire spectacle across the room, sitting in a relaxed position on the dresser. Studying the form with lifeless eyes, Anya eventually mustered up the energy to form words.
“Whatchu want from me?” The sedative had done a good job – too good, in fact, as it had heavily slurred her speech.
The man did nothing except smile as he slid off the desk. Tendrils of some kind slowly slid off his arms, making their way across the walls in a similar fashion as her previous nightmare. Once again, Anya cursed the nurse and her sedatives as she felt the drugs course through her system, rendering her incapable of moving. The tendrils slowly faded into dull darkness and enveloped the entire room, their cold grip wrapping around Anya’s body and dragging her in.
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Lying down felt like heaven, Leon concluded as he nearly melted into the floor. Sure, it was uncomfortable and something sharp was digging into his spine, but who cared when you had something flat to lie on? He inspected the cave’s ceiling, wondering what lay beyond the tons of rock that stood above his head. The sky probably, with its glorious selection of weirdly-shaped clouds. It was something Leon preferred far more to the dull grey expanse of rock but if it meant protection from the elements and the great winged beasts that resided atop the mountain, he would bear it.
He was dimly aware of the rest of the humans arriving and several moments later, he lazily raised his head a few inches to inspect the rest of his companions. They looked no worse than him and the group he fell with, minus Hakuren. The boy still hadn’t recovered, and lay in a corner still looking worse for wear. As much as Hakuren’s perceptiveness bothered him, Leon hoped he would make a full recovery – after all, Hakuren was his closest ‘friend’ here.
Speaking of friends, he heard Riley mention his name – he had already come to terms with being called ‘Windy’ – and turned his head towards the girl, careful to keep his precious crown attached to his head. After all, it wouldn’t be any good for it to roll away. Nor did he have any energy to go rushing after the crown.
“You were pretty cool yourself, knocking off the orc’s armband like that,” Leon replied. After all, if she hadn’t smashed the armband off, who knew where they would be right now. Probably still butting heads with the orc.
A roar shook the confines of the cave and Leon started, but did not get up. It didn’t sound distant – distant roars were scary enough, bearing a promise of something unpleasant but roars in close proximity were decidedly worse. Eventually he was forced to get up, as Avian and Victoria ushered them behind two boulders with alarming urgency. Avian had dragged them behind this boulder and Leon sighed at the inconvenience of all this. Just as he had started to relax and feel his mind wander, a dragon had to come calling.
Watching Riley rush out from behind the boulder towards the dragon, all Leon initially did was blink. Was the girl nuts? How could someone possibly rush at a fire-breathing oversized serpent with such zeal? Peering out from behind the boulder, Leon looked around for the massive form he expected yet he was met with none. In its place was a fluffy little dragon, similar in appearance to the clouds he had just been dreaming of moments prior.
He was gobsmacked.
Concluding that Riley was in no immediate danger from the poofy little serpent, Leon turned towards Avian, face expressionless. “Are you kidding me? That thing is as dangerous as the teddy I had when I was four.” He finished his statement by walking out from behind the boulder, a few meters away from Riley and directly in the dragons’ line of sight.
I'm writing up a post right now, though I have a History project to attend to after that. Glad we're picking up steam~
I'm a bit swamped at the moment (yes, History struck again ._.) but I'm working on a post. It's slow-moving, but I'll get there ^^;
Yay, I'm done with the questions~
I'm here, and I'm sorry to have been missing so much. I understand your exasperation with me and I'm hoping that even though I have exams in less than a week, I'll manage to be consistent. Same goes for after the exams and every time after that, I'll keep an eye on the days.
Posted! Also, I'll get onto Leon's questions right away; you guys presented a tough challenge :'D Especially you, Four. Asking Leon who he is won't get you the conventional answer xD
Leon decided that he didn’t like orcs any more than he did while he was still on Earth. The creatures were of a foul nature, simply geared to kill, kill and kill. This particular orc was doing its job well, too well for he was proving harder and harder to get rid of. Simply hiding behind Hakuren and Lesley didn’t prove to be enough anymore as Hakuren quickly gave out his orders, stationing Lesley with Jasper some feet away and leaving Leon alone with the task of getting dirt in the thing’s eyes.
Sensing the danger the orc posed, Leon followed orders and stirred up the loose dirt around the orc’s feet, allowing Lesley free reign to use his rainbow bear powers. However, the orc decided to advance. Having not seen the great beast, Leon was shoved away by its heavy shield. He was blown off his feet and landed in a heap ten feet away, body aching from where the rusted nails holding the shield together had dug in. Furthermore, his ribs felt sore where the wooden shield had collided with him. Winded, he lay on the grassy floor for several long moments, trying to get his breath back.
A slew of colorful curses left his mouth as he lay face-down – yet again – on the ground, cursing the orc to hell and back. Eventually he found the strength to get up again, knowing that it wasn’t dead yet – judging from the sounds – and it was still a threat to his companions. As hidden as he was, he didn’t want to end up burying four bodies. He mustered up the energy to drag himself up to his knees and then one foot, following with the other. As hard as it was to walk with his chest in such a bad condition, Leon managed to make it back to the clearing where the orc was encased in ice.
What had happened? Hakuren lay on one side, looking for all the world like he’d suffered severe trauma and even more severe internal bleeding. He felt a mild bit of panic run through him – Hakuren was truthfully the closest thing he had to a friend here, and he sure as hell didn’t want the annoyingly perceptive guy to die. Nevertheless, it wasn’t going to get any better with the orc still running out and about. Lesley had managed another bout of rainbow-power at the beast but Leon was determined to kill it once and for all.
Gathering up all his energy, Leon focused on the orc. Instead of using the predictable way out, such as summoning a huge gust of wind to blow it fifty miles away, he went down the more destructive route. He was sure Lesley and Jasper would find the aftermath disgusting – and truthfully, so would he – but it had to be done.
Over the course of several seconds, the air pressure around the orc heavily increased, and suddenly the thing looked like it was being squeezed by a giant invisible hand. Leon could feel the exhausting taking over but a few long seconds later and with a last push, he increased the air pressure around the orc over the limit. The invisible hand that seemed to have been crushing the orc squeezed too hard, and it exploded. Not in the conventional sense where innards and guts flew everywhere; no, the entrails stayed somewhat inside, some slowly leaking out as its bones were crushed to the point where it couldn’t survive. Thankfully, most of it was still encased in ice and spared the others the sight of its slow death.
All of his energy left his body in a rush, and it took all that he had not to collapse right then and there. Staggering over to the others, Leon chanced a glance down at his amulet; the liquid wasn’t as low as Hakuren’s but it was still very low, as was evidenced by the sudden lightheadedness. He collapsed a little bit away from Hakuren, his world spinning violently. Looking up at Hakuren’s approximate location achieved nothing, for all Leon saw was a green blur flecked with darker colors.
“Are you guys alright?” Thankfully, he was still conscious and slowly, over the course of a few minutes, the world righted itself again. As he regained his vision, he realized that the orc hadn’t been encased by ice but had been surrounded by great slabs of mirror-like ice. Shrugging it off as a mistake caused by adrenaline, Leon slowly sat up and inspected the rest of his companions for any signs of injuries. Apart from Hakuren, they all seemed well enough. “Great job, you guys! We killed our first orc.”
I'll try my best to get a post out tonight, providing I manage to finish an important history essay due tomorrow. I'm fairly confident I can finish it so I'll get onto posting soon.
I'm still here. I apologize for my absence, and I have exams in two weeks ;_; Catching up on the IC right now.
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