Life in the Devil's Nest

Chappie numero siente.

This is Biddo's dream. You can just imagine how this one ends.

Before I begin: The first part of the dream, he's not a chimera, he's as he used to be. When the dream goes into part 2 (don't worry; I'm positive you're all smart enough to figure out when that is), he's a chimera again.

So there's no confusion.

Enjoy:


Chapter Seven: A "Wet" Dream (No, Not Like That)

Those two babes were standing there, practically beckoning him to come join them. Biddo licked his hands, pushed them through his hair to slick it back, then confidently strutted over to them.

"Afternoon, ladies," he said, voice nice and suave.

"Hey there," the blonde one replied back.

"What's a couple of lovely ladies doing out here this fine day?" Biddo asked flirtatiously.

"We're new in town, and we're trying to find the beach," the brunette asked.

"Well, look no further," said Biddo, "Beach is right down here. May I walk with you?"

"Oh, thank you," the blonde said sweetly, "Gosh, you're so-"

But what exactly he was, she didn't answer. For at that exact moment, she seemed transfixed on something behind him. Her expression changed from one of a flirtatious slut to that of a scared child. Biddo looked on confused. He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why she looked freaked out.

"Um… lady? You-?"

Before he could speak, she pointed behind him and screamed bloody murder. Her friend looked in her direction and did likewise. Biddo turned around and nearly pissed himself.

A giant tidal wave from the beach, it must've been about sixty feet high, so high it touched the sky (hey, that rhymed!) and threatened to engulf them all. The two women gave one last shriek and went off, looking for some sort of last-minute comfort.

For Biddo, the dream shifted gears. The sunny weather turned cloudy, the blue sky turned red. The buildings were already looking near destroyed. He sped on all fours through the streets of the city, looking for some unknown sanctuary.

He found it in the tallest building in the city. The wave was coming in fast. With no other option, he pressed his hands and feet against the building and climbed as fast as his suctioned hands could move him.

He positioned himself on the tip of the spike thingy that stuck out on top of the building. Smug by his supposed genius, he turned to see the wave kill everyone but him.

His eyes grew wide and he gulped.

He was as high up as he could go, and it was still taller than him. He looked around, seeing what else he could do, but before he could give it another moment's thought, it hit.

What happened next was like a blur of memory for him. He was twisting and turning through the hazardous waters, struggling to get to the surface, but the stronghold on him was just too much. Then he was sinking, spinning like the tornado thingy that forms whenever you pull the drain to bathwater. He stretched out towards the sun, trying to get to the surface, but the farther he stretched, the farther away it got, then, darkness overtook him and…

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And he woke up.

Gasping, panting for breath, he lay in his bed, trying to figure out what had just happened… and why he felt so wet.

He patted the top of his head and felt the wetness. He whimpered.

"Oh God," he moaned, "It wasn't a dream, was it?"

plunk!

A drop of water landed on his head. Startled, he looked up. The drop seemed to have come from above, in the top bunk. He crawled up-

And found Kimblee, fast asleep, clutching his pillow. Saliva saturating the bed so much it was like putting a piece of bread in the overflowing sink. The mattress was so saturated it was sinking down to where Biddo was sleeping, causing what he guessed to be the dramatic shift in his dream.

What the f-? he started shaking his roommate awake, "Kimblee…Kimblee…"

No answer. Biddo shook harder.

"Kimblee…KIMBLEE!"

That did it. Kimblee jerked out of his trance.

"Whozzawhuh?" he said sleepily, staring at him.

"You're drooling up a river up here. Whatever you're dreaming of, keep it controlled, will ya?" You ruined a good dream, ya prick, Biddo thought bitterly as he crawled back to his own bed.

But the nights had other plans, as he soon found out as Kimblee stuck his head down, a look of urgency on his face.

"Alright, Gecko, before you sleep, I need to know: Was I ever chosen by God and taken to a valley and told I could kill to my hearts desire and then I blew up fifty-seven people with a single fatso and then began a new killing spree?" he asked, all in two breaths.

Whaaat?! What in the hell is in that coffee? Biddo stared up at him with weary eyes.

"OK, Kimblee, I think you really need to watch your caffeine intake. It's not doing you any favors."

And with that, he laid his head on the pillow, closed his eyes, and tried to salvage what was left of his dream and the two beautiful broads.


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