Cody knew why he had gotten careless, but if Drake wasn't going to be angry at him, Cody certainly wasn't going to try and press the issue. Cody had gone back to following him at a more casual pace. He wasn't quite as relaxed as he had been this morning but with Drake again seeming confident Cody knew he could work towards relaxing as well.
Cody waiated while Drake cleaned out his injuries to the best of his abilities. He hadn't noticed the pocket in his pants earlier, of course he hadn't really looked. When he was done Cody simply nodded and moved to follow after him. That's right...on the good side they did know where to go now. Onward towards the power plant.
"Hey Drake...thanks for coming after me." Drake could have decided it was too much effort to chase after him. Drake knew where to go for what he wanted. Cody had just been an inconvenience of someone he'd had to protect and then chase after.
Forgotten Faces
"Not a problem," he said over his shoulder to Cody and continued to walk north along the road.
Now we travel here
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Now we travel here
http://www.tharshaddin.com/rp/viewtopic ... 0780#10780
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Drake stopped and stared up at the sun. It was a decent distance from the mid-point of it's arc. His stomach made an odd sound at the realization of the time. He started walking at a faster pace until he found himself staring at the front door of the inn.
"Uh...You hungry?" He asked Cody. He shook his head and continued walking to the door. Why had he even bothered asking after seeing the way Cody ate earlier.
He pushed the door open slowly and peaked inside. He didn't want to walk into any traps set by the two brutes from earlier. It would have only taken a few properly placed questions to find out that he was staying there. He slowly scanned the room and stepped inside after being sure that the coast was clear. He made his order quickly, jogged up the stairs to his room, opened the doors to the balcony again, and sat down outside.
Drake stopped and stared up at the sun. It was a decent distance from the mid-point of it's arc. His stomach made an odd sound at the realization of the time. He started walking at a faster pace until he found himself staring at the front door of the inn.
"Uh...You hungry?" He asked Cody. He shook his head and continued walking to the door. Why had he even bothered asking after seeing the way Cody ate earlier.
He pushed the door open slowly and peaked inside. He didn't want to walk into any traps set by the two brutes from earlier. It would have only taken a few properly placed questions to find out that he was staying there. He slowly scanned the room and stepped inside after being sure that the coast was clear. He made his order quickly, jogged up the stairs to his room, opened the doors to the balcony again, and sat down outside.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Cody
Cody was more than willing to eat, to be honest he'd been trying to decide what was better sugar cubes, or peppermints. "Sure!"
Cody's hunger died down a bit watching at how carefully Drake entered the inn. Something rolled around in his belly that wasn't hunger. Cody wanted to ask Drake why he was being so careful but imagined he knew. As long as Drake had seemed confident Cody had been willing to accept that.
Drake quickly got a shadow on his heels as Cody wanted to make sure there was no way they'd get separated if Drake was right in any of his concerns. Cody was listening to the sound of his breath wanting to ask if it was safe but fearing to do so. Once they were 'safe and sound' out on the balcony Cody imagined he would be able to relax more. Of course Drake would be the one that decided if he relaxed or not. "It's safe right? So are we going to this cave after we eat?" Are we getting sugar cubes again wasn't as important he imagined as those first two details.
Cody's hunger died down a bit watching at how carefully Drake entered the inn. Something rolled around in his belly that wasn't hunger. Cody wanted to ask Drake why he was being so careful but imagined he knew. As long as Drake had seemed confident Cody had been willing to accept that.
Drake quickly got a shadow on his heels as Cody wanted to make sure there was no way they'd get separated if Drake was right in any of his concerns. Cody was listening to the sound of his breath wanting to ask if it was safe but fearing to do so. Once they were 'safe and sound' out on the balcony Cody imagined he would be able to relax more. Of course Drake would be the one that decided if he relaxed or not. "It's safe right? So are we going to this cave after we eat?" Are we getting sugar cubes again wasn't as important he imagined as those first two details.
"Yes, it's safe. I was just trying to be extra cautious. Sorry if I scared you." Drake leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on the table. He was expecting it to be a longer wait for the food this time; the dining hall had been full of people. He tried to imagine where the cave could be in the woods. In the end he gave up, knowing very little about the woods being the main factor.
"No, I don't think we will. We'll probably go see this Maximo." Drake quirked up his eyebrows thinking hard. "At least that's what I think she said. Oh well, I suppose we'll find out once we go looking for him."
Drake idly picked at the bandage around his hand as he searched his mind for something to talk about. He already knew a lot about Cody, and was unwilling to ask about anything that might cause him to have to relive painful memories. Failing to come up with anything, he pulled his rapier from it's scabbard. It was a fine blade and part of him felt guilty for never learning to wield it properly.
The hilt was wrapped in fine well conditioned leather and the quillons (wire rings that extend from the crosspiece to form the hand guard) were delicate and beautiful, but only in appearance. The blade was only edged from middle to tip and very narrow by the standards of heavier swords. The flat sides of the blade were engraved with vines of an Elven design. It was quite beautiful. He simply stared at it in amazement that the people of his ancestor race had saw fit to leave such a beautiful piece of craftmanship in his hands.
"No, I don't think we will. We'll probably go see this Maximo." Drake quirked up his eyebrows thinking hard. "At least that's what I think she said. Oh well, I suppose we'll find out once we go looking for him."
Drake idly picked at the bandage around his hand as he searched his mind for something to talk about. He already knew a lot about Cody, and was unwilling to ask about anything that might cause him to have to relive painful memories. Failing to come up with anything, he pulled his rapier from it's scabbard. It was a fine blade and part of him felt guilty for never learning to wield it properly.
The hilt was wrapped in fine well conditioned leather and the quillons (wire rings that extend from the crosspiece to form the hand guard) were delicate and beautiful, but only in appearance. The blade was only edged from middle to tip and very narrow by the standards of heavier swords. The flat sides of the blade were engraved with vines of an Elven design. It was quite beautiful. He simply stared at it in amazement that the people of his ancestor race had saw fit to leave such a beautiful piece of craftmanship in his hands.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Cody
Cody moved his chair back up against the balcony railing, sitting down where he had a better look on the room and Drake.
"Does the name Maximo mean anything to you? Sound familiar at all?"
Cody was somewhat curious about what they'd be doing the next few days or hours, he was also somewhat being polite and offering conversation.
"Do you ever use it?" This was said after watching Drake toy with his weapon. "It looks real nice, but at the tavern..you never pulled it out. Is it just something you keep to look at?" Cody liked the idea of owning objects but saw it pointless to shoot for with no where to keep them. This brought up a whole new subject in Cody's mind. "What else do you own Drake? Anything else you carry around?" It was a silly question, but he was curious what the other man kept on him.
"Does the name Maximo mean anything to you? Sound familiar at all?"
Cody was somewhat curious about what they'd be doing the next few days or hours, he was also somewhat being polite and offering conversation.
"Do you ever use it?" This was said after watching Drake toy with his weapon. "It looks real nice, but at the tavern..you never pulled it out. Is it just something you keep to look at?" Cody liked the idea of owning objects but saw it pointless to shoot for with no where to keep them. This brought up a whole new subject in Cody's mind. "What else do you own Drake? Anything else you carry around?" It was a silly question, but he was curious what the other man kept on him.
"No, not really. That may change once I see the man, but until then, I have no clue who he is." He puzzled over the idea that he might know this other person. He was
He considered the weapon he held in his hand. After a second he sent it into the air with a flick of his wrist; it's perfect balance allowing it to fall back into his hand hilt first after a series of flips. "Yes, it is a fine blade, and I do use it quite often. I only avoided using it in the tavern because, well, I didn't feel like getting arrested for murder. It was given to me by an Elf at my mother's funeral." He looked from the rapier to Cody. "Would you like to see it?" He asked, siting it on the table and sliding it a little closer his friend.
"As for other things I carry," he trailed off. "Well, as I imagine you noticed, my pants hold many hidden pockets. I will not go into all of the things that are in them, but suffice it to say that I wear a belt for a reason."
Drake leaned slightly forward in his seat. "I also carry these," he said as he slid his simple looking twin throwing knives from their hidden sheaths in the back of his jacket. "If I aim to kill, these are my preferred method." He twirled the short weapons between his fingers, looking at them reverently. "I would ask if you wanted to look at them also, but they are tipped with silver, and I am unsure of whether that would have the same effect on you as they do on naturally born shifters." He slid them back into their sheaths and waited on some form of response from his friend.
He considered the weapon he held in his hand. After a second he sent it into the air with a flick of his wrist; it's perfect balance allowing it to fall back into his hand hilt first after a series of flips. "Yes, it is a fine blade, and I do use it quite often. I only avoided using it in the tavern because, well, I didn't feel like getting arrested for murder. It was given to me by an Elf at my mother's funeral." He looked from the rapier to Cody. "Would you like to see it?" He asked, siting it on the table and sliding it a little closer his friend.
"As for other things I carry," he trailed off. "Well, as I imagine you noticed, my pants hold many hidden pockets. I will not go into all of the things that are in them, but suffice it to say that I wear a belt for a reason."
Drake leaned slightly forward in his seat. "I also carry these," he said as he slid his simple looking twin throwing knives from their hidden sheaths in the back of his jacket. "If I aim to kill, these are my preferred method." He twirled the short weapons between his fingers, looking at them reverently. "I would ask if you wanted to look at them also, but they are tipped with silver, and I am unsure of whether that would have the same effect on you as they do on naturally born shifters." He slid them back into their sheaths and waited on some form of response from his friend.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Cody
Cody accepted Drake’s answer of not knowing the man. He was starting to wonder where these clues would take Drake, and himself. Was this going to get dangerous? If it was he should be leaving, but he didn’t really want to leave Drake and be on his own again. Drake was careful about just coming back to the inn, so surely he wouldn’t take them into anything too dangerous, or at least would warn Cody if he was thinking about it.
Cody took the rapier looking it over, but being rather careful of the sharp blade. Unlike Drake he didn’t appear to have much familiarity in handling sharp weapons. Cody seemed more curious over the design of the blade than the weapon as a whole. “Why would someone give you a rapier at a funeral?” It certainly seemed a rather odd present and a rather odd time to be presented with it.
“Silver?” Cody shook his head. “No, I don’t think it would damage me any. He was very strict about how I wasn’t supposed to get injured. I was never worried about being near anything, well…except sharp objects.” He offered him back the rapier. ‘He’ was of course in reference to his owner, but since it wasn’t a term Drake had seemed to happy with Cody figured he’d just stick with ‘he’. “It’s ok though, I don’t need to see them. Drake…have you killed a lot of people? Any since you had your memory back…?”
Cody took the rapier looking it over, but being rather careful of the sharp blade. Unlike Drake he didn’t appear to have much familiarity in handling sharp weapons. Cody seemed more curious over the design of the blade than the weapon as a whole. “Why would someone give you a rapier at a funeral?” It certainly seemed a rather odd present and a rather odd time to be presented with it.
“Silver?” Cody shook his head. “No, I don’t think it would damage me any. He was very strict about how I wasn’t supposed to get injured. I was never worried about being near anything, well…except sharp objects.” He offered him back the rapier. ‘He’ was of course in reference to his owner, but since it wasn’t a term Drake had seemed to happy with Cody figured he’d just stick with ‘he’. “It’s ok though, I don’t need to see them. Drake…have you killed a lot of people? Any since you had your memory back…?”
A knock sounded on the door as Cody finished talking. Drake stood and went to get it, talking as he walked. "Well it was a symbolic gift. The Elves believe in balance. My mother returned to the earth," he paused to retrieve the platter of food from the kitchen servant, "so a gift of the earth was given to her family. As the Dwarves are the only race that can say that the work of their smith's is more highly treasured than the Elve's, I'd say that it's a fine gift though."
He sat the tray down on the table. It was loaded with ham, a loaf of bread, some more potatoes and carrots, other various fruits and vegetables, and, of course, more tea and sugar cubes. "As for the silver of my daggers, I just wanted to be cautious. Wouldn't want to go and inadvertently cause you any harm."
He puzzled over how best to answer Cody's last line of questioning. "Well, I won't lie, I have killed many people since I regained control of my self. However, all of them were evil people. They were all highway bandits, robbers, extortionists, rapists, and many other wicked types of person. Not a single undeserving person has fallen by my hand." He sat and waited for his friend to leave as he expected he would. He had told the truth and the whole truth, even though he did choose his words carefully.
He sat the tray down on the table. It was loaded with ham, a loaf of bread, some more potatoes and carrots, other various fruits and vegetables, and, of course, more tea and sugar cubes. "As for the silver of my daggers, I just wanted to be cautious. Wouldn't want to go and inadvertently cause you any harm."
He puzzled over how best to answer Cody's last line of questioning. "Well, I won't lie, I have killed many people since I regained control of my self. However, all of them were evil people. They were all highway bandits, robbers, extortionists, rapists, and many other wicked types of person. Not a single undeserving person has fallen by my hand." He sat and waited for his friend to leave as he expected he would. He had told the truth and the whole truth, even though he did choose his words carefully.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Cody
Cody's head turned towards the door at the knock. He was more secure in the room than last time so didn't show the same wariness to someone being outside. Cody could feel more confident when he knew what was going on. It still seemed an odd gift to him, but he kind of understood the logic of it. Of course when the food was in sight wondering the reason for getting the weapon didn't seem to matter.
Cody had known Drake's answer, sort of. He had been rather certain the answer would be yes, but for some reason he had wanted to hear the answer. They had all been bad people at least, but it was still death. What do you make of a person who kills? Was it alright if he had a good reason? Did it matter if there was a reason? Cody had gotten something in his mind he couldn't really find an answer for. Moral questions...again something you don't have to worry about when you have an owner.
Cody took a bite of bread, slowly chewing it as he considered this new deep thoughts. Most people probably already had answers for these questions...
After a few seconds he swallowed the bread, considered the part he held in his hand. He apparently wasn't paying very good attention if he chose bread first. A bit more thoughtfully he picked up an apple, finding that much more satisfying. Huh...he imagined he should answer, Drake looked like he expected one. "I...have never tried to kill anyone. I never really tried to fight either..." He shrugged. "I haven't thought about it much, other people dying." No, just the survival instinct of making sure he didn't die.
Cody had known Drake's answer, sort of. He had been rather certain the answer would be yes, but for some reason he had wanted to hear the answer. They had all been bad people at least, but it was still death. What do you make of a person who kills? Was it alright if he had a good reason? Did it matter if there was a reason? Cody had gotten something in his mind he couldn't really find an answer for. Moral questions...again something you don't have to worry about when you have an owner.
Cody took a bite of bread, slowly chewing it as he considered this new deep thoughts. Most people probably already had answers for these questions...
After a few seconds he swallowed the bread, considered the part he held in his hand. He apparently wasn't paying very good attention if he chose bread first. A bit more thoughtfully he picked up an apple, finding that much more satisfying. Huh...he imagined he should answer, Drake looked like he expected one. "I...have never tried to kill anyone. I never really tried to fight either..." He shrugged. "I haven't thought about it much, other people dying." No, just the survival instinct of making sure he didn't die.
Drake now realized that his friend wasn't going to leave him just yet. He perked up a little. He didn't want to loose Cody after it had taken him so long to find someone he could trust. He bit into a slice of ham. It was well spiced and very juicy. He savored it for a second before speaking.
"I guess to some extent that is good. Taking the life of another is something that should be avoided at all costs. Though every person has exceptions to that rule. Mine would be people that pray on those too weak to defend themselves. When I see that, I can't help but think of my mother," he stared off into space deep in thought. "I can not let the suffering of good and honest people go unavenged." He took a deep breath to steady himself and clear his mind.
"As for fighting, while it is good that you've never tried, it isn't good that you don't know how. You never know when you'll be backed into a corner and unable to run. If nothing else you should at least be able to utelise unarmed combat skills. If you ever want to learn my services or free. I warn you though, I can only teach you what I know."
"I guess to some extent that is good. Taking the life of another is something that should be avoided at all costs. Though every person has exceptions to that rule. Mine would be people that pray on those too weak to defend themselves. When I see that, I can't help but think of my mother," he stared off into space deep in thought. "I can not let the suffering of good and honest people go unavenged." He took a deep breath to steady himself and clear his mind.
"As for fighting, while it is good that you've never tried, it isn't good that you don't know how. You never know when you'll be backed into a corner and unable to run. If nothing else you should at least be able to utelise unarmed combat skills. If you ever want to learn my services or free. I warn you though, I can only teach you what I know."
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Cody
Cody tried a bit of the ham since Drake seemed to be enjoying it. He preferred roaming with Drake, or even just quietly grazing outside on a sunny day than puzzling over thoughts he couldn’t find a straight forward answer too. Still, it felt good to know Drake didn’t seem to enjoy the idea of killing. Cody wondered if Drake would have considered his owner someone that should be killed. It was a distressing thought he didn’t want to consider. Was his owner evil for owning slaves? Was Cody someone preyed upon? Would his friend kill someone he cared for? No, better to pay attention to how good the apple tasted? The juice dribbling out as he bit into it was wonderfully fresh…if not dulled by thoughts.
“I don’t…” Cody paused, the offer Drake had given him was really nice, but the idea of fighting scared Cody in a way he couldn’t explain. Even knowing it would be his friend instructing him and no actual fighting, some part of him tried to back away from the thought. “I don’t think I’d be very good at learning...” I’m too scared to even learn how sounded pathetic. “I just figured…if I couldn’t win I’d just give up. If it’s a thief or whatever they can have the money I don’t need it. I haven’t done anything to make someone try to kill me so that should be ok.”
“I don’t…” Cody paused, the offer Drake had given him was really nice, but the idea of fighting scared Cody in a way he couldn’t explain. Even knowing it would be his friend instructing him and no actual fighting, some part of him tried to back away from the thought. “I don’t think I’d be very good at learning...” I’m too scared to even learn how sounded pathetic. “I just figured…if I couldn’t win I’d just give up. If it’s a thief or whatever they can have the money I don’t need it. I haven’t done anything to make someone try to kill me so that should be ok.”
"Well, there are lots of people that would just as soon kill you to take your money as take it and let you go. It can wait though. I wouldn't want you to try to learn just to appease me. If you're uncomfortable with it, you wouldn't have very good results. Just wait until you want to for some reason, then we'll do it."
Drake slid himself back away from the table and patted his belly with a contented sigh. "I think I'm going to take a nap before we set out. Walking to the ends of this city and everywhere in between, not to mention running after you," he smiled to let his friend know that he was only ribbing him, "has tired me out." He got up, walked over to the bed, and plopped down on it.
"Looks like you forgot about that little bowl of sugar cubes," he said, before his head hit the pillow. He was asleep almost instantly.
Drake was standing in the clearing by the power plant. The gnome was in front of him speaking his silent mantra again. He hadn't seen the spherical chamber. He hadn't seen the glowing web of light and memories. He only saw this on single memory, but in more detail than before.
This time he could see the entirety of the area around them. He cold see all of the gnome that spoke to him. In his gnarled ham sized fist he held two strange tubes. They appeared to be made a melding of nearly black metal and smoky colored glass. The sides of the two tubes were covered in strange markings that had been filled in with a deep red coloring. Drake saw his own hand reach down and take the tubes. His vision went black. His dream was over. Something told him that he should wake up.
Drake slid himself back away from the table and patted his belly with a contented sigh. "I think I'm going to take a nap before we set out. Walking to the ends of this city and everywhere in between, not to mention running after you," he smiled to let his friend know that he was only ribbing him, "has tired me out." He got up, walked over to the bed, and plopped down on it.
"Looks like you forgot about that little bowl of sugar cubes," he said, before his head hit the pillow. He was asleep almost instantly.
Drake was standing in the clearing by the power plant. The gnome was in front of him speaking his silent mantra again. He hadn't seen the spherical chamber. He hadn't seen the glowing web of light and memories. He only saw this on single memory, but in more detail than before.
This time he could see the entirety of the area around them. He cold see all of the gnome that spoke to him. In his gnarled ham sized fist he held two strange tubes. They appeared to be made a melding of nearly black metal and smoky colored glass. The sides of the two tubes were covered in strange markings that had been filled in with a deep red coloring. Drake saw his own hand reach down and take the tubes. His vision went black. His dream was over. Something told him that he should wake up.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
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Cody
Cody nodded, relief showing plain on his face. He'd been scared they'd have a debate over the need to fight. Drake hadn't tried to pressure anything on him so far, it was silly to have worried he'd do so now.
Cody had most definitely not forgotten his sugar cubes! Well, maybe slightly from thinking on other things but he had also not left the table yet. "Alright." Cody wasn't particularly tired but he was willing to wait on Drake. Besides, he had some sugar cubes to munch on and no big plans.
It did have the negative affect of giving Cody time to mull over his thoughts and opinions. He crunched on a sugar cube trying to find unimportant things to think on if he had to think on something. Of course then he had to question his logic on evading important thoughts. No, it made sense...after all what did he do besides evade problems?
Cody sighed and tried again to evade any dark thoughts. Eventually he remembered a bedroom with a large door that lead outside. He remembered the colorful paintings of butterflies and meadows on his walls. The bed had been so soft it felt like you were sinking, and it was always perfectly warm. Everything had been safe in that room. Yes, once he found that room in his mind he stayed there, crunching on sugar cubes until they ran out.
Cody had most definitely not forgotten his sugar cubes! Well, maybe slightly from thinking on other things but he had also not left the table yet. "Alright." Cody wasn't particularly tired but he was willing to wait on Drake. Besides, he had some sugar cubes to munch on and no big plans.
It did have the negative affect of giving Cody time to mull over his thoughts and opinions. He crunched on a sugar cube trying to find unimportant things to think on if he had to think on something. Of course then he had to question his logic on evading important thoughts. No, it made sense...after all what did he do besides evade problems?
Cody sighed and tried again to evade any dark thoughts. Eventually he remembered a bedroom with a large door that lead outside. He remembered the colorful paintings of butterflies and meadows on his walls. The bed had been so soft it felt like you were sinking, and it was always perfectly warm. Everything had been safe in that room. Yes, once he found that room in his mind he stayed there, crunching on sugar cubes until they ran out.
Drake rolled over and sat up. Cody was still at the table munching on the last of the sugar cubes. He heard no sounds of panic from outside. Why was he waking up so paranoid? He looked around the room to make sure nothing was amiss, and dismissed the felling as random paranoia, as he was prone to it. He rolled over to go back to sleep, but he just couldn't manage to fall back into the land of dreams. He rolled back over with an agitated sigh.
A strange sound reached his ears. It sounded like someone arguing downstairs. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his ear towards the sound. It was gone now. He stood and took a step towards the door, and he froze as a new sound reached him. Hurried foot steps on the stairs. It was so loud even a normal person could have heard it. He hurried to the door and leaned his whole weight against it. Just as he began to brace himself, someone hit it hard from the other side.
A strange sound reached his ears. It sounded like someone arguing downstairs. He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, turning his ear towards the sound. It was gone now. He stood and took a step towards the door, and he froze as a new sound reached him. Hurried foot steps on the stairs. It was so loud even a normal person could have heard it. He hurried to the door and leaned his whole weight against it. Just as he began to brace himself, someone hit it hard from the other side.
“Where there is much light, the shadow is deep”
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours
-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
"You know, it wouldn't hurt to think like a serial killer once in a while." -Foamy The Squirrel of Neurotically Yours