A Wolf In The Mists- Chapter 2
Things were not going the way that Jett had planned. First, Kagome would not get up when Jett had snuck into her room, as planned. Then they overslept and had to sprint the entire way to the airport. And then of course the security guards gave them trouble about wearing their skates onto the plane. Thankfully Jett had thought ahead and suggested they attach the boost mod to their skates after getting to Tokyo, or else they would have had to take them off for the entire trip. At least we are finally on the plane, Jett thought to herself, resting her head on Avistic's shoulder. He responded by leaning his head on hers and taking her hand in his.
"You ok?" he leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"I'm fine," she responded calmly.
"No you're not," he insisted, "What's wrong?"
"I told you, nothing," she replied.
"Mmhmm. Sure," Avistic arched an eyebrow. Jett tilted her head up to look into his eyes. The security guards had thrown a fit about him looking like some sort of deranged bomber, and forced him to take off his sunglasses and bandanna. She raised her eyebrows, but was mentally busy appraising his face. She studied his eyes intently. So calm, so clear of doubt. I wonder if my eyes have ever been so sure? She wondered. Instead of saying anything, she just snuggled closer to him. Avistic, sighing, accepted that he wouldn't get anything out of her, as usual. Jett, still analyzing everything and anything the world had to offer, noted Kagome's sleeping figure. She wished she could sleep that soundly. Avistic, sensing this, murmured, "Get some sleep. The world can wait."
Jett nodded and settled herself comfortably by his side. Closing her eyes she imagined what they would do first in Tokyo. She heard Avistic's breathing deepen, and knew that the long claws of sleep had finally gripped him. Sighing, Jett accepted that she wouldn't be sleeping tonight. She wiggled a little closer to Avistic and began calculating their next moves.
Kagome, as it turns out, was not asleep. Not even close. Listening tensely to the exchange between Jett and Avistic, tried to appear relaxed. Kagome noticed that Jett didn't respond and she also noticed that Jett did not actually go to sleep. So Kagome waited. Jett sighed, moved a little then went into that stage when she can't sleep. The mode where she plans best. When she sees things most clearly. When she's least herself. And when she upsets herself the most. Kagome decided to sleep, but was worried about Jett. What is going on that in Jett's head right now? She wondered.
Avistic woke up, feeling profusely dizzy. Looking around he remembered. The plan. The escape. Last night. He'd never been on a plane for so long. He looked out the window to his right. Clouds. Fluffy clouds, obscuring his view of the ground far below. Or maybe the ocean, he reminded himself. Looking to his left, he saw that somehow Jett had ended up on her side, curled up, head on Avistic's lap, his shirt knotted into her fists. A wave of some warm feeling washed over him. She must be having nightmares. As usual. At least she's asleep. He couldn't help but wonder if he was in her dreams tonight. Looking to Jett's left he saw Kagome, head resting lightly on her shoulder. Avistic grinned. Jett always claimed that Kagome slept like the dead. Leaning back slightly, he braced himself for a long trip.
Jett was running. Down a dark hall. They were in a rundown hospital. Through the blue tinted gloom Jett could make out Avistic running away teasingly.
"Come and get me," he would coax before disappearing around another dark corner into yet another dark hallway. Just when Jett thought that was how her eternity would last, this infuriating chasing game with the person who owned her soul, held the key to her happiness, and the darkness pressing heavily on her conscience, she heard a scream. It was the single most blood-curdling, soul wrenching, heart shredding sound she had ever heard. All at once she collapsed, gasping, holding her chest. Coughing up blood, crawling to the corner around which Avistic had just zipped around, knowing that what she would find would destroy her sanity, not able to stop herself. She rounded the corner. The sight that greeted her eyes tore ruthlessly at her fragile sanity with unrelenting claws. Avistic, lying on the linoleum floor, blood pooling around him. His eyes and mouth, sown shut, his lips twisted up into a crude grin. And his heart. His heart, still beating, ripped out his chest, sitting on his stomach. Something in Jett's brain snapped. She collapsed on her face, coughing and gasping. A sickly, thick, black liquid started oozing out of her agonized chest. And she drowned. She was drowning in her own darkness of self. Because it was her. It was her that had caused Avistic so much grief. All her memories getting tangled. Reality, fantasy, real, fake, dream, memory. None of this mattered as she floated in a self-created eternal night. This was who she was. A being whose soul was comprised of darkness.
Avistic was jolted awake by Jett's gasps as she sat up stiffly. She was breathing hard, and clutching her chest, as if in pain. Avistic knew what had happened. She had had the unspeakable nightmare. The one dream she refused to say a single word about. He knew he was in it, and he knew that whatever took place in it questioned her sanity. And he knew that she woke up with real pain. Neither of them said anything as Jett held Avistic close. For the thousandth time Avistic was astounded by her mental strength.
"Avistic…" Jett started tentatively.
"Mm?" Avistic responded quietly.
"Do you…. Do you think my nightmare means anything?" she was afraid of what his answer would be.
"I think it means a lot of things. I think it means you're scared. I think it means that you fear yourself. But I also think it means that you're too strong to be bothered by it during your waking hours," Avistic responded truthfully.
"Hm." Was all Jett responded before settling down again.
