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mnt_raph*Raph returns to his vigil by Tim's side just as the sky out by the lake has begun to turn blue again. Dirty and smelling of Earth, he settles into his now familiar chair and drifts off to sleep.
He awakens again to a place that is not Tim's room. It not any room actually. It's not anywhere, near as he can tell. There are no doors or windows He doesn't know how he got there, and he doesn't know how he's going to get back.
There are faint glimpses of things before. Phantom sights and sounds to go with the pain. There might have been a bar. There might have been a dagger that could have been held by a blonde woman.
As he wanders he gets the very real sense that he was very happy to be here a moment ago, but as each second ticks away...if you can even call them that...he is less and less pleased with his situation.
It's not right.
He's waiting for someone who should be here. He knows it.
Years seem to pass, and no matter how far he wanders, the cold empty black never changes.
He thinks he can begin to hear things in the darkness. Things that chatter. Things with large teeth.
He shouldn't be afraid. He's trained to be one with shadow. To embrace it as it protects...but that training seems to be failing. As if it never existed. In fact the very idea of it begins to recede into his mind just as he tries to access it.
Then he sees it. A cold pinprick of light in the distance. The ground beneath him begins to tremble then shake. The pinprick expands. Cold and unfeeling it moves rapidly straight towards him.
He runs.
The ground moves.
Wind from nowhere begins to howl.
He turns to look, it's gaining on him. Whatever it is, it's gaining.
Horrified, not knowing what comes next, he tries to get away. He can feel it just behind him.
His legs begin to freeze in abject terror and he falls.
Crawling gets him no where. In the end, he turns to face his fate. His hands can't shield him from the cold light. The light that burns his hands and stings his eyes.
He screams as it bowls him over.
Someone Help Me!
.....
Raph is startled awake, nearly falling out of his chair.
The dream begins to fade as his eyes adjust to the early morning light spilling through the blinds.*
He awakens again to a place that is not Tim's room. It not any room actually. It's not anywhere, near as he can tell. There are no doors or windows He doesn't know how he got there, and he doesn't know how he's going to get back.
There are faint glimpses of things before. Phantom sights and sounds to go with the pain. There might have been a bar. There might have been a dagger that could have been held by a blonde woman.
As he wanders he gets the very real sense that he was very happy to be here a moment ago, but as each second ticks away...if you can even call them that...he is less and less pleased with his situation.
It's not right.
He's waiting for someone who should be here. He knows it.
Years seem to pass, and no matter how far he wanders, the cold empty black never changes.
He thinks he can begin to hear things in the darkness. Things that chatter. Things with large teeth.
He shouldn't be afraid. He's trained to be one with shadow. To embrace it as it protects...but that training seems to be failing. As if it never existed. In fact the very idea of it begins to recede into his mind just as he tries to access it.
Then he sees it. A cold pinprick of light in the distance. The ground beneath him begins to tremble then shake. The pinprick expands. Cold and unfeeling it moves rapidly straight towards him.
He runs.
The ground moves.
Wind from nowhere begins to howl.
He turns to look, it's gaining on him. Whatever it is, it's gaining.
Horrified, not knowing what comes next, he tries to get away. He can feel it just behind him.
His legs begin to freeze in abject terror and he falls.
Crawling gets him no where. In the end, he turns to face his fate. His hands can't shield him from the cold light. The light that burns his hands and stings his eyes.
He screams as it bowls him over.
Someone Help Me!
.....
Raph is startled awake, nearly falling out of his chair.
The dream begins to fade as his eyes adjust to the early morning light spilling through the blinds.*
