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Nightmare and Rebirth
I'm in the library but not the library. I am reading the books. Not by feeling the all too familiar bumpy text of braille, or by even felling the slightly raised text on a printed page but reading. I know I am dreaming and I know what will inevitably come. I put this thought out of my mind and I continue to relish the world of the sighted for this short time before I wake. I leave the library and head into the outdoors, out on to the familiar campus grounds. One, Two , Three , Four steps turn Left. Counting steps an old blind man's trick to both ease the sighted conscience and make the blind feel more independent. Seven steps more and a sharp right and I'm on Buskirk Feild, I see the green grass under my feet...I remember green. There is a lawn chair in the middle of the field. I walk slowly and delierately to it and take my seat. The birds are singing and the sun is shining and high in the sky. Don't Look at the sun!! You will ruin your eyes!! I smirk and look for the care free birds in the sky and trees. Sudden movement from the corner of my eye! It's a squirrel, scurrying along with a nut in its mouth.
I relax for a moment taking in all the sights for I know it will end all to soon.
And then she comes... "Enjoying the day, you pitiful creature!?" she cackles in a voice that at once sounds like Claping Thunder and Worms being squished in mammoth fists. I don't turn to face her. I already know what i would see if i did. An emaciated crone in a blood red dress or sometimes a beautiful buxom woman. Either way I don't like when she comes. "Face me when I Address you! Worm!" "No." I reply in a cool even tone. "Oh my aren't we all mighty now! Got a few friends slay a few demons and suddenly you think you can defy me?! You remeber what happened last time don't you?" "Yes, I remeber." As I reply,The world changes suddenly and nausiatingly. The visage of the Marshall Campus is suddenly a charred post-appocolytic version of itself, cracked buildings and fire everywhere. No less than what I expected. I find myself on the ground. She has kicked my chair over and I skin my hands on the now rocky and barren ground. "You little worm! You get a few victories under your belt, gain a little self confidence and you think your self strong enough to spite me!!? I can see her now. A beautiful raven haired woman in one hand she cluches a long barbed whip. She stikes, the barbs bite deep into my skin. Agony shoots through my being, she stikes again. I scream. A thousand curses come to my mind but all I can do is cry. "Where is your defiance now!?!" she sneers, "Just a pathic little boy with no real power, helpless before me HA! HA! HA!" She moves to strike again her upraised whip stops short. A look of amusement crosses her face as she see the blood drip from my nose. My telekentic powers are not what they used to be and she knows it. I hold back the attack as long as I can but in the end its no use. The barbs once again tear into my flesh. "Go Away!", I scream, well it's really more of a whimper. She approaches and kicks me in the ribs. Blood vomits from my mouth. "Go away," she asks quizically," is that the best you can do? Oh! thats right ofcourse it is. Because you are stupid! I really should not expect so much from a retard." She kicks me again. I feel ribs break and slump to the ground and watch her turn and walk away. Is she saying something? Its getting hard to focus "...and that is why im going to kill them all." what is she talking about. Then I see them all bound to large boulders with heavy chains. Xander, Natalie, Mitran, Dwane and the rest. She approaches Xander except he is wearing an eye patch "Him First, after all this is all his fault!" and she runs a vicious looking dagger into his belly. Xander screams."It will take him days to die from that wound, and you won't be able to help him, you can't even help yourself, weakling!" she approches Natalie,"Now for his little slayer whore." Natalie strains against the chains as she deftly slits her throat with a clawed hand. "Next, we have your boyfriend the demon hunter. Oh! Thats right he won't even give you the time of day. Still he just has to go!" She raises her clawed hand to strike Mitran. Again her hand is stayed. Somehow I find myself on my feet blood flowing freely from my mouth and nose. "Leave them out of this! Your fight is with me, Wicked One!" I muster all the bravado I can for that statement. Its shakey but determined. She sneers at me but she still does not move her upraised claw. She has shifted her appearance to that of the crone. "Yes, My fight is with you! but killing them will hurt you in ways that my whip can't and that is why they will all DIE! And its all your fault." She tries again to stike at Mitran. Mitran, visably prepares himself for the death blow. Still the claw does not move. "You dare defy me you little blind retard! Oh yes silly me." She makes a guesture toward me with her free hand and an unseen force strikes me in the face. I am staggered by the blow and my vision fades to black. "NOooo!!", I scream. "Once again we see there is nothing you can pocess that I can not take away.",she jibes. How quickly she forgets that this is my natural element this truely is no more than the end of a carnival ride to me. I listen for Mitran's death blow but it does not come. "Alright! Stop it you little Twerp! You can't hold out forever!" I realize I still have hold of her claw with my mind. She has erred. My vision fades back slowly at first but getting clearer all the time. From a vantage outside myself I see the scene. It's me and her on this waste land. The bolders with the others are gone. Its just me and her. I seem to myself to be stronger more solid. My eyes are burning with a fire that is wrought of rage and despair. She, looks worried." You have erred Red Whore, for that barest instant you allowed me to believe i am stronger than you!" "Oh! now you have resorted to name calling! Oh! you hurt my feelings. I'll be good I promise!" She replies with snickering laughter." You are no match for me." Then free yourself and lets finish this. I ease my grasp on her claw just enough for her to break free. The crone flies at me with Fangs and Claws beared. Unoticed by her the terrain around us has begun to morph back to the lush green of the Marshall campus. I use my will to summon a Sheild of Energy on my arm to deflect her savage attempt to disembowl me. She hits me hard but I manage to deflect the attack. In my other hand I will an energy sword to slash at her. "Is that all you got, you second rate Freddy Krueger?" I bellow as I feel more power welling up in me. "I don't know who or what you are Bitch, but I have had enough of your sass! You started this little war but I... no... WE shall finish it! I am not alone and you always will be!" As i say this various people begin materializing in my dreamscape. Xander and Mitran appear with Axes off to the right. Heather and Beth appear behind me to the left with a sword and stake respectively. Twitch, Dwane and Dorrian also appear bearing some very impressive firepower. my new friends Robert and Daniel appear a faint shadow of their animal totems visible in this place of dreams. Even Kennedy appears with her mystic axe of the slayer, with her though is a red headed female who i don't know but feel like i should. curious... "I am not alone!" I repeat to cover my slight confusion. She reels around with a genuine look of concern on her face . I feel energy radiating toward me from my allies I readily pull this energy into myself and begin shaping it into a spell. This is more power than I think I can control and just when I think it will consume me the spell is ready. From my third person perspective I see myself Hurl a bolt of white energy at her ... no it seems white but its like i can see all the colors that compose white light playing in the stream. The bolt strikes her and for amoment my heart sinks as she reguards me as if she might start laughing. As she goes to open her mouth the white energy pours fourth from it and then her eyes as it begins to consume her. Her mouth poised in a silent scream she crumbles to ash. "She will be back i'm afraid." I think to myself. I turn to thank my allies but as I turn to face them they simply smile and fade before I can say anything...
I right my lawn chair and sit down as a tune comes to mind. I begin to sing...." I am the very model of a modern pagan sorceror, I've information demonic magical and trans-dimensional....."
I awake feeling refreshed.
Oh! it's almost 7pm Natalie will be here soon for our date.
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