Racing the clock... and the clock is winning.
(Warning. This post is by far the longest post I have typed, and very possibly, the most emotional.)
"The universal truth is that everyone is utterly alone. Humans spend their whole lives trying to fill a void in their heart, reaching for briers and branches alike, whatever they think will hold. But when you find that one person you never knew you were waiting for, after your heart has grown cold and turned to stone, you see life for what it really is. Life is a journey, a miracle, an inspiration. You are born destined to die. The meaning of life is to endure your life to the best of your abilities, and leave your mark upon the world. We are alone until we are completed." -The Mun
From his own perspective, he was waking up. It had been a long, horrible nightmare ending in his flight from atop the cliff and the timely intervention of the Archangels. Why had he ever thought things would turn out badly? No doubt things were going to be looking up; he'd hit rock-bottom, yesterday, hadn't he? So why did everything feel so... surreal? Ah, no matter. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and placed his feet on the warm wooden floor, savoring the smooth texture and the joy it gave him. He was alone in the room, but that was not surprising; VD and the others were searching for materials to build bodies for the ghosts; if he recalled properly, even Renne was looking. He gave a stretch that felt good all over, rousing the more sluggish parts of his body to wakefulness. He glanced about the room, and saw on the nightstand the pebble he was given, proving that yesterday wasn't a dream... but what a dream he'd had. He'd seen a ship, skeletal, on its last anchor, sailing through an unnatural mist on the high seas. And he had heard singing, as a siren might've done. But it wasn't any singing that told him to come closer. If anything, it was warning him away... but he'd had enough of that attitude. He wasn't going to give in to those thoughts any longer. Today was a new day...
"You came back." A voice whispered viciously from the window. Dustin turned and saw something small and hunched over, kneeling in a beam of sunlight...
"Renne?" Dustin asked, approaching.
"Why did you come back, human?" Renne(?) said. At this, Dustin knew this thing, whatever its shape, couldn't be Renne; Renne didn't speak that clearly.
"You're not Renne! Who are you!? What do you want?" Dustin said, reaching out to force this thing to turn about. But as he touched it, he yelled and yanked his hand back; it was hotter than a tin roof in July, whatever it was. And as it turned to look at him, its eyes were blood red and glowing as vicious coals in a blazing hearth might. And as it turned, it transformed into the very beast Renne had become in Hell, and it spoke to him in that same, terrible voice.
"Why did you return? We didn't NEED you..." The Renne-Monster said. Dustin took an unconscious step back, fear creeping into his heart. "We were happy. We were sufficient. We were GLAD you left." Dustin shook his head, snarling despite the fear.
"YOU'RE WRONG!" He roared. "MAYBE THAT DEGEL DIDN'T NEED ME! BUT DEREK DID! THE GHOSTS DID! And whether or not you want to admit it, I helped save you! If you didn't really care about me, why did you come after me in Hell? Why help me escape at all?"
"To repay a debt. I HATE humans, the thought of owing one anything is unbearable!" It growled in a voice that couldn't be imitated even if you had twenty musical saws and thirteen untuned harpsichords. It hurt his ears yet he didn't dare try to tune it out. He didn't dare look away, either; he feared the moment he did, whatever this thing was, would strike him with venomous fangs. He took another step back, his mind torn in two; one part looking at the danger before him, the other keen on his senses, looking for the door without his eyes. "How dare you think I needed the help of a worthless human! You can't help yourself, yet you insist you can help others?"
"I can help others!" Dustin snapped, stomping his foot in aggravation.
"How pathetic... you're acting like a child, throwing a temper-tantrum... so BE as a child!" The thing snarled, and Dustin felt himself shrinking, his clothes becoming looser and looser as he did, until finally he was not incomparable to a five year old.
"Uh... ah!" Dustin cried, terror gripping him by the throat. "Change me back! Change me back! I don't want to be a little kid! I did that already I'm an adult now!" But the Renne-Monster simply chuckled malevolently, and crept closer to Dustin.
"But WHY? Aren't we alike, now? Isn't that what you wanted? Now we have something in common..." The Renne-Monster moved even closer, and Dustin stumbled over his overly-large clothes. With his size came the same mentality; he had regressed in mind and emotion as well as body... and he screamed. He screamed so shrilly and piercingly it was a wonder the windows didn't shatter. He scrambled and tore from the room like a fiend possessed; the Renne-Monster followed him, always never more than a step behind... Dustin burst out of the inn and drew a breath so harsh it hurt his throat; the streets were barren and empty. Though, empty was not quite the proper term... the streets were devoid of anyone living, yes, but the corpses...
The corpses that littered the street were a horrific sight to behold for anyone, let alone a five year old human child. Each one of them appeared to have died by some different means; fire, plague, decapitation, mutilation, some even looked dissolved and some were half-eaten... and if the faces were any explanation, they had started to be devoured when they lived. Some looked like they had bled to death, some of old age, some looked as though they had drowned or froze to death. There were so many forms of death; some looked strangled, poisoned, stabbed, crushed, some even looked as though some kind of bomb or magic spell backfired; there was more death here than even Dustin knew how to place, though mummification's and impaled corpses were visible... And each one of them was whispering one word;
'You.'
Dustin stood for a moment too long; the Renne-Monster charged into him and sent him flying into a pile of decaying corpses. The moment he touched them, they stirred and reached for him, trying to hold him down, snarling and hissing with fetid breath. Dustin screamed and cried, their touch revolting and unbearable, and he finally broke free and ran for the edge of town, each of the corpses getting up and following behind the Renne-Monster...
Dustin ran through the snow, hearing that mob right behind him at all times; even zero visibility in a blizzard didn't shake them. He finally reached the edge of the cliff where he had dove just yesterday, and turned around, tears freezing to his face... and a new terror formed. Because that undead mob was melding together into a gigantic mishmash of death... and the Renne-Monster, the beast that had hunted him to this cliff... joined them. And when it touched that Gigas-corpse, it turned into that black cloud...
"No... leave me alone!" Dustin cried, weeping as he stood in terror of the thing. "I want to go home...! Mommy...!" He hiccuped as he sobbed, the five year old. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to insult you! I just- hic! -wanted to help!" He sobbed, the tears freezing to his bare skin, the snow clinging to him like a cloak. "I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it! Please, don't hurt me! DON'T HURT ME!" The terror was all-consuming... and when the black cloud lunged at him, he flinched and fell over the cliff. "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" He screamed, and as he fell, he felt that, somehow, he lost something important, and within moments, saw the ground was barely ten feet away... nine feet... five feet... three feet...
* * *
"What's wrong with him? Why won't he awaken?" Derek asked, looking down at Dustin. He was sweating, and thrashing about, his face pale as a sheet and muttering in his sleep. Nothing he or VD did could awaken him from whatever nightmare he was having. He was screaming now and again, wordless screams of fear and terror. He placed another damp rag on his forehead to try and help tame the fever...
"He's trapped within his own mind." VD said. Revanche was sitting on the windowsill, the two ghosts hovering near, apprehensive faces watching Dustin as he thrashed. "Whatever is happening in his mind, it isn't good..."
* * *
Dustin awoke in a cave, full grown and fully clothed... but why wouldn't he be, he wondered? Sure, he was a little scared, but that was a natural reaction waking up in an unknown place. He felt around and noticed how smooth the walls were... and how humid it was. There was a faint sound, like a distant roar... he felt it in the wall, shaking as whatever was outside this containment contraption roared. Suddenly, with a great grinding and clanking, a pair of doors opened on the far end of the room, and blinding sunlight poured in, blinding him.
"HEY, WHAT GIVES?!" Dustin yelled, fear edging its way into his mind.
"Come on, gladiator! Caesar awaits!" A Roman Guard said. Gulping, Dustin wondered how the hell he was in Rome... he was sore, as if he'd just taken a tumble off a cliff, and he attributed that to yesterday; after-all, how often did people face black clouds and get rescued by the Archangel of Death? He stumbled into the coliseum, the hot sand beneath his feet scorching his skin. The roar he had heard belonged to the crowd, cheering and jaunting. He gulped nervously; I'm screwed.
"Ave Caesar, morituri te salutant!" Another gladiator cried. Dustin sighed and figured he might as well...
"Ave Caesar! We who are about to die, salute you!" And he flipped 'Caesar' the bird. The crowd roared it's disapproval, but Caesar took it in good stride...
"KILL THEM!" Caesar cried. And the Guards pulled upon the chains hidden in the dust, and pulled the doors open... to reveal tigers. Three of them. For three Gladiators. Merde.
Dustin was currently without weapon or shield of any variety... but that was soon remedied. One of his fellow gladiators was no-longer in need of his, so Dustin grabbed the shield and trident, and kicked the hands away when they fell off the items in question...
Armed now, Dustin stalked around the three tigers; the remaining gladiator came running to his side, leaving a trail of sweat, blood and urine. Dustin sighed; he SO did not want to die and be remembered as Mr. Kibbles-N-Bits. When a tiger tore away from the others that were feasting on the fallen gladiator, and leaped, Dustin reacted instinctively and hurled the trident, impaling the tiger in the neck. The crowed went absolutely ballistic; the other gladiator was equally shocked, and seemed emboldened by this display of skill/luck.
"Friend, if we work together, we may yet live!" The gladiator said.
"If we're gonna live, I'm gonna need a weapon, ANY weapon!" Dustin yelled, and the gladiator nodded.
"Distract them!" And he ran at the dead tiger to retrieve the trident. Dustin followed after him, and as the gladiator tugged at the weapon, trying to dislodge it, the two other tigers turned and oriented on them. They paced carefully, not as hungry but still ferociously angry, the noise of the crowd driving them as well as a barbed whip. Dustin stood there, and as the tigers circled them, Dustin grabbed another shield from his companion...
"Here, kitty, kitty, kitty..." Dustin whispered, the blistering sun scorching his neck and face. One of the tigers roared and charged him, and Dustin fell back as it pounced him. It was ready to bite at him when Dustin kicked it square between the legs in reflex; it yowled so loudly that Dustin was momentarily deafened. The tiger reacted by slashing Dustin's shoulder open, creating a red mist in the process. But at that moment, a sword tip plunged into the back of the tigers neck, showering Dustin with a crimson shower. The crowd cheered even louder; one tiger versus two gladiators! Dustin rolled out from under the tiger corpse and shakily stood, his left arm useless. The shield attached to it felt like dead weight, so he dropped it and the other shield also. He stood there, panting, brilliant lights dancing before his eyes. The other gladiator, armed with a sword AND trident, ran at the tiger, and after slashing at it and making it dodge, thrust with the trident and scored a hit on its flank. Dustin watched the brutal onslaught, and cried. Such brutality was pointless... why was there any fighting at all? A dark cloud blocked out the sun for a moment, casting a shadow everywhere...
"HAIL CAESAR!" The gladiator cried one he felled the tiger, and Caesar rose, raising his hands.
"Gladiator, you have won your freedom. Go now, and be free!" The crowd cheered, but then Caesar turned his baleful gaze on Dustin. "You, warrior, who tried so hard and fought for my amusement, are almost free. All you must do now is fight the strongest gladiator in the arena, and win." Dustin's tears fell faster as he began to lose his focus; his blood was flowing so swiftly... hadn't he received a gift to STOP blood flow!? He didn't know how, but he numbly picked up a shield with his left hand, and a sword with his other. Soon, a giant of a man entered the arena, kicking aside the body of a tiger as if it weighed nothing. He wore a gleaming helmet and plate mail, shimmering in the burning sunlight. Dustin slammed the hilt of his sword against his chest, mimicking the other, and felt himself rushing at the gladiator. With a simply side-step, the gladiator dodged and used his foot to send Dustin into the dirt.
"Stay there, worm, it is a good position for you." The gladiator snarled, and Dustin wearily rose, and saw his face resembled Derek...
"Hell no... gotta... gotta get back... get my pebble... stop the blood..." He whispered, and lunged, taking a swipe at the warrior, who laughed as he dodged and sent Dustin into the dirt again.
"You wish to stop bleeding?! I can help you!" The gladiator said, his eyes turning black as smoke poured from his helmet, great, thick black smoke...
"No... no..." Dustin cried, and the gladiator raised his great boot and stomped on Dustin's shin, shattering the bone. He gave a scream that he bit back, biting his lip until it bled. Soon the gladiator raised his foot again and crushed his other leg. At this Dustin let his cries go, much to the excitement of the crowd. Everyone in the crowd was turning to black, vaporous smoke...
"Yes, you worm... you worthless, miserable maggot... you'll stop bleeding once I cut you open and all your blood has tainted the field red..." The gladiator whispered, and Dustin whimpered, fear choking him, making it impossible to take in air. The gladiator turned into a black, bubbling mass of smoke, and the crowd, all turned to smoke, poured itself into the arena, a black tidal wave raising up and rushing at Dustin.
"No... NO!" Dustin cried, his own pain blinding him as well as the sunlight reflecting off the sword held high into the air, the sensation that he was losing more than blood numbing him. That black wave turned into black-handled swords, and joined the one raised high, and began to rain upon Dustin. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" Dustin cried in pure unbridled terror, as the first of hundreds of blades aimed straight for his throat, thundering at him at speeds unimaginable, the tip reaching his neck in moments...
* * *
"Isn't there anything we can DO!?" Derek cried as Dustin burned hotter with fever. His eyes were wide with fear, and try as he might, dumping cold water on Dustin as he was, they could not reduce the fever or wake him from the perpetual nightmare he was trapped in.
"I can... TRY..." VD whispered. "I can probe his mind and see if I can find the cause there..." And he entered a meditative stance, sitting on the floor cross-legged. Revanche and the others were worried beyond belief for the human named Dustin, the man that had done so much for them...
* * *
Dustin awoke on Earth, in his apartment. He was surprised; the Archangels had brought him HERE? But, no matter, he had a way to return to Rhy'Din when he was ready...
"Hey bro!" A voice called from the kitchen, a voice that was... strikingly familiar... terrifyingly familiar...
"H-Haion!?" Dustin yelped, jumping up and gripping the couch to try and steady himself. He had the headache from hell! And his throat was so sore... he ran to the kitchen and saw him; his overly baggy pants, his two-sizes-too-big shirt, his cane nestled in the corner, a cup of coffee in his hands...
"No, I'm Mister-Effing-Rogers." Haion said, and blew a raspberry. "Who else WOULD I be?" But Haion couldn't know... didn't see... Dustin was crying tears of joy, and threw himself at Haion, at his brother-friend. "WHOA! Hey, you silly asshat, I almost dropped my coffee..."
"You're alive... YOU'RE ALIVE!" Dustin cried happily; it was all a dream. A terrible dream... he never went to Hell... the devil didn't have psychotherapy sessions with a weed-loving psychologist... he didn't free two ghosts from Hades or play fetch with Cerberus. "Oh... Haion..." Dustin wept, clinging to Haion as if his very life depended on it... but at that moment, he gave a strangled cry and grabbed his head; it felt as though something inside his head wanted to smash its way out through the back of his skull...
* * *
"GAH!" VD yelled, and clutched his head, wiping a trail of blood from his nose; his blood was black and gold colored, and smelled mostly of copper and brimstone... "It's... no use... any magical means to get in cause HIM harm... and whoever is trying to get in!" Derek snarled, his eyes wide with worry and anger.
"THEN LET ME POSSESS HIM! I CAN WAKE HIM UP EASY!" Derek yelled.
"It's not that easy!" VD snapped. "Try it and you might KILL him! No magic will work on him right now! He's shielded too well!"
* * *
"Hey, Dusty, you ok? You're acting like you saw a ghost... well, a ghost you DIDN'T expect, anyway." Haion said, patting his brother-friend on the back. "Come on, let's get to class, Prof's waiting for your oral presentation." Dustin nodded, and grabbed his backpack...
After class, he and Haion were sitting on the docks, just watching/listening to the waves. Dustin couldn't help himself, but he was still slightly weepy, and just sighed happily.
"Bro, it's so good to see you." Dustin whispered. Haion gave a wry grin.
"Glad one of us is glad to see something." And Dustin laughed, fully and heartily. But soon black clouds began to roll in from the south, and the wind picked up. "Hmm... storm's coming."
"Let's get going then... don't want to get caught in it..." Dustin said, getting up from the dock... and saw Haion standing at the end of the pier, looking in his general direction, near-useless eyes boring into him with a ferocity Dustin barely ever saw. "Haion?"
"Yeah, brother?" Haion asked with a sneer. Dustin flinched, but Haion kept going. "What is it, brother? What do you need, brother?" Haion kept snarling, and Dustin stared with fear and confusion as the wind blew harder. "Didn't bother to look for me, I noticed." Dustin's hackles raised.
"I DID! I DID!" He screamed over the wind. It blew so hard that the waves in the water were getting more vicious. "I THREW MYSELF INTO THE OCEAN TO FIND YOU!"
"Liar." Haion said, and raised a gun and pointed it at Dustin. "If you had, you'd have known it wasn't a killing shot; I missed my vitals. I floated for days, hoping beyond hope you'd rescue me... you always swore to look after me... always swore to BE THERE FOR ME! WHERE WERE YOU, BROTHER?!" The gun was held firm despite the howling wind, and Dustin sobbed harder, begging for forgiveness.
"I TRIED! I FELT IT HAPPEN! I ALMOST DIED IN CLASS!" Dustin cried.
"LIAR! LIAR! YOU BETRAYER!" Haion snarled, hissing at Dustin. "YOU LEFT ME FOR DEAD AND PITIED YOURSELF! YOU NEVER CARED ABOUT ME!"
"That's not true... THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Dustin screamed, somehow standing despite the harsh wind and the waves drenching him with salt water. "I tried... I... I..." Dustin couldn't form the words... his heart felt as though it had stopped. His hope, his faith, everything was shaking, close to the breaking point...
"Liar..." Haion hissed, and took aim, his finger coming to rest on the trigger...
* * *
His face was drenched in water and sweat; the bed sheets soaked with water and more sweat. A pile of damp rags sat near, soaking the floor with water as Derek and VD wrestled to keep Dustin still; he was thrashing so hard, he was in danger of biting off his own tongue.
"WHAT DO WE DO!?" Derek hollered.
"Renne. He's his only hope! If magic will not reach him, then science MUST! PRAY, DEMON! PRAY THAT RENNE FINDS HIS WAY BACK HERE AND CARES ENOUGH TO SAVE HIM!" VD screamed at Derek, as he managed to pin Dustin to the bed. Derek fell back and watched with horror as his first friend... ever... was trapped within his own mind... trapped in a world that likely wanted him GONE. Derek, for the first time ever, knew sorrow in its rawest form. Suddenly, Dustin jerked, and he laid still. His breathing was shallow, and his pulse was weak... but he wasn't moving. "Oh! He's... he's still... alive..." VD whispered. He was alive, but...
"Dusty? Dustin? DUSTIN!?" Derek cried, running to his side and shaking him. He breathed- barely -and he had a pulse- barely -but he did not respond... "D-U-S-T-I-N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Derek screamed at the top of his lungs... and as he did, a star in the night sky began to flicker, the light growing dimmer by the moment...