zombic_thoughts - Night Sweats
"The spirit of the water rides the storm,
And, thro' the mist, reveals the terrors of his form..."
- Samuel Rogers, from Ode to Superstition
Liam was confused. He was confused and tired and weak. He didn't know how much time had passed since he awoke in his life. His lack of life. He wasn't so quick to believe Shade anymore. At least, not about who he was and where he had come from. But he believed in Shade. He believed in what they were fighting for. The Underworld was no place for the weak. Sure, every demon was strong - but there were too many that had weak minds. They followed the crowd. They felt entitled to what they were. Liam agreed with Shade that it should be a fight. There had to be reason.
And to strike a real chord, he was more than ready to help kill Erris. Erris was an idiotic demon. He actually thought he was being deceitful and moving about his business without Shade noticing. Shade noticed. Shade knew Erris' plans. And Liam and Shade were going to finish it first.
But something still nagged at Liam. The simple question of who he was.
And the nightmare.
It had repeated itself to him a few times over, and he wasn't sure what it meant - other than it terrified him.
Darkness. The deepest form of dark he'd ever been in. If he weren't breathing, he wasn't sure he would know his self was there. And breathing. Breathing was thick. Hot and stifled. He couldn't move. His fingers...slightly. They could wiggle and strain. His head could tilt to either side, but he kept still. The smell was cold. Dark.
He couldn't move from where he lay on his back and panic rose in him. Slammed against his heart, leaving static in his mind.
"Let me out," a voice whispered. His voice? "Let me out!"
He would sweat in his sleep. Toss and turn. Wake up screaming to be let free.
Until this night. This night something else came through, and he didn't know what it meant.
"Let me out," his voice whispered. "Let me out! Hiro! I will kill you!"
He wasn't sure who Hiro was, but something told him it was key.
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And, thro' the mist, reveals the terrors of his form..."
- Samuel Rogers, from Ode to Superstition
Liam was confused. He was confused and tired and weak. He didn't know how much time had passed since he awoke in his life. His lack of life. He wasn't so quick to believe Shade anymore. At least, not about who he was and where he had come from. But he believed in Shade. He believed in what they were fighting for. The Underworld was no place for the weak. Sure, every demon was strong - but there were too many that had weak minds. They followed the crowd. They felt entitled to what they were. Liam agreed with Shade that it should be a fight. There had to be reason.
And to strike a real chord, he was more than ready to help kill Erris. Erris was an idiotic demon. He actually thought he was being deceitful and moving about his business without Shade noticing. Shade noticed. Shade knew Erris' plans. And Liam and Shade were going to finish it first.
But something still nagged at Liam. The simple question of who he was.
And the nightmare.
It had repeated itself to him a few times over, and he wasn't sure what it meant - other than it terrified him.
Darkness. The deepest form of dark he'd ever been in. If he weren't breathing, he wasn't sure he would know his self was there. And breathing. Breathing was thick. Hot and stifled. He couldn't move. His fingers...slightly. They could wiggle and strain. His head could tilt to either side, but he kept still. The smell was cold. Dark.
He couldn't move from where he lay on his back and panic rose in him. Slammed against his heart, leaving static in his mind.
"Let me out," a voice whispered. His voice? "Let me out!"
He would sweat in his sleep. Toss and turn. Wake up screaming to be let free.
Until this night. This night something else came through, and he didn't know what it meant.
"Let me out," his voice whispered. "Let me out! Hiro! I will kill you!"
He wasn't sure who Hiro was, but something told him it was key.
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