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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 8:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 8:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 3:49 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:25 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:27 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:50 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:50 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 11:05 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 11:36 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 12:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 8:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:35 pm
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A crash echoed through Ako's consciousness, deep down where dreams are formed. It became the tinny crash of a cymbal, his heartbeat became the pounding of drums. His memories were of a concert; Metallica. He was 14, he'd snuck out of the house, taken his father's car, and met up with his friends for the concert of his life. The words of his favorite band still stuck deep in his mind. The album "Ride the Lightning."
"Life it seems to fade away Drifting further everyday Getting lost within myself Nothing matters no one else I have lost the will to live Simply nothing more to give There is nothing more for me Need the end to set me free"
No, enough of that. Now is not the time to Fade to Black. People need you. Someone in particular. Gidget. Gidget need you. You're not too hurt to protect her. Even if you're dead, you can take on more. Get up. Open your eyes. MOVE. GET UP!
The EKG beside his bed gave a particularly strong beep before settling back to a normal rhythm. The graphs on the screen began to move, stabilized vital signs showing signs of change. Ako's fists clenched, his toes curled, his eyes fluttered. A groan emanated from his throat. It sounded almost as though he'd said something. Two short words. An order. "get up."
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:06 pm
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Deora's unconscious mind wandered between wondrous dreams and horrific nightmares. One moment she would be playing on a beach with a fox she knew as a dear friend, another she would be running from a giant rat she knew only wanted her body. One moment would be filled with the scent of cookies baking, another would be filled with the shouts of a man who once cared for her as a child. One moment she was alone in a dank, dark alley, searching for a home, the next found her safely in a bed, protected by strong walls and surrounded by people she could trust. Where she was now, though, she didn't know.
The touch of a kiss on her forehead sent waves of warmth through her mind, and a close observer might have seen her own lips twitch. As familiar voices filled the room, their echoes and auras pulled her through one mindscape after another, searching for her way home. One voice conjured the image of that dear fox, and she followed it's bushy tail until they were joined by the gentle voice of a young giant. These were the voices she clung to, their owners feeling so very close. So very close to home, as well. Just a little farther...
With a resounding crash, they were gone. Silence. The mindscape was dark once again, home tumbling away and away. She shrieked in her mind, her progress lost, leaving her to splash back in that cold, dark alley, crash back to the floor with her father's hand over her, her cheek hot with pain, crash back to her damp, flat mattress, with the beady eyes lead by a pointed nose staring through the darkness of the doorway.
Her mind cried out in anguish, anger, fear. Where were her friends? How could they abandon her?
NO. She'd learned long ago to stand up for herself, stand up to her fear, to rise above it. To conquer it.
Still, the mind is a strange place, especially for one whose life has had it's very foundation twisted and broken. Not just the foundation of knowing a loving family, or knowing who it was as a person, but the basic foundation of knowing it was even a person at all. Even human. Humans couldn't do the thing this mind knew it could. What did that make it?
Deora's EKG had shown the occasional flutter in heart rate, another monitor showing normal REM cycle brain patterns, but the crash from a couple beds over sent both into a constant flutter. Her heart rate wouldn't settle, her brain was working overtime. It was as though she was caught in a nightmare, unable to wake herself.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 9:33 am
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