Hello you guys!!! Second chapter up!!!!! I know it's been a very short time
since I posted the first one, but I'm inspired!!!! Some friends said that
chapter 1 is kind of confusing. I apologize for that, and I have plans of
rewriting it soon.
Please review!!! It's the first time I write something, and I would be very
happy if you told me if I'm good or if I suck!!! Ya wanna flame? Well, if you
think I deserve it, go ahead 0_o
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Disclaimer: I dun own anything NiGHTS related (it belongs to Sega)! I dun have
money either, so don't sue me! However, I do own Postumus (and all his
personalities) AND I won this plot!!! Don't steal!!!
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Act 2
"Hhhhnnnn, my h-head...."
Reala woke up in a strange place. A very strange place.
"Am I dead...? ...No, I don't think so... My head wouldn't hurt so much
if I was."
He lifted himself and looked around. Something told him that he was still in Nightmare, but if he was, his eyes were deceiving him. He knew the entire fortress and he had never heard of this place; It smelled like it was sealed for centuries, not an unpleasant smell, just... Old. The only light came from the rocks themselves, a kind of green/blue glow, and the architecture resembled a lot a human mine.
The strangest thing was the feeling he had about this place... There was something darker and more powerful than Wizeman here, he could feel it in the air.
"That's just so creepy... I'd better find a way out of this place."
After less than five minutes flying he caught sign of some sort of light ahead, and ended up in the strangest hallway he had ever seen. It was round and lit by torches of black fire; There were many small doors all over the walls, roof and ground.
One of them was bigger than the others and was in the center of the room; since it seemed to be the most important door, he chose it... He pushed it and was surprised: it was very light, considering that it was made of pure steel.
He went into the new room... Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw: He was inside a lab, a huge lab, full of glass tubes filled with water. Inside the tubes were all types of creatures, most of them marens with some sort of deformation, like tails, strange ears, claws, and some who were so deformed that could hardly be identified as marens. But that wasn't what scared him the most.
What did scare him was the fact that he knew this place, he remembered it
"This lab... Is this where I was born...?"
He knew he should go away, but now he couldn't. He had to stay and investigate.
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"Postumus, you are so dead! I want my brother back and I want him now!"
NiGHTS was losing his patience. Unusual. Very unusual. He had been arguing with that
obnoxious mage when his bother came in. When he turned his attention to the door, Postumus tried to strike him with a fireball, but he missed it. Instead, the spell had gone right into his brother's face.
Not that Reala was dead, no, and that was reassuring, but he was nowhere, either!
And Postumus didn't know what he had done--Or at least not this personality.
"I am the Postumuuuuussss! I am the maaaaaaaaarrrreeeeennnnnnn! I am the maaaaaaaannnnnnnn!"
He stopped his nonsense and smiled. NiGHTS thought that maybe he would change to a better personality, but instead, he continued with a singsong voice:
"I am the eeeeggmaaaaaaannnn! I am the eeeeggmaaaaaaannnn! I am the
walruuusssss!!!!! kukukathulathuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!"
"Postumus, snap out of it!!!"
The prince snatched the mage's shoulders and shook him. He stared at NiGHTS for some time, and his eyes began to change.
Yes! Maybe he IS back to normal now.
...But instead of going to the usual black hue, they were pink. That was not good.
"WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE TO ME?! YOU THINK THAT BECAUSE YOU'RE THE PRINCE YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU WANT, ISN'T THAT RIGHT?!?! WELL, IT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS, YOU PERVERT!!!!"
He slapped NiGHTS' face.
Oooooh, great, he thinks he's a lady now, thought NiGHTS. Damn, I'll never find Reala-chan if I wait until his dominant personality gets back the control... What am I gonna do?
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Usually, any ten year old would be afraid of a strange lab full of scary looking unfinished bodies. They would run and ask for help without even taking a good look at the place. Not Reala. The young prince was uneasy, yes, but he had to find out what this was all about.
Oni-chan said that Wizeman has created some nightmarens that he called "the firstborns". After this, he wouldn't create more creatures, he would let us grow like a normal population... But if this is not Wizeman's, then who owns this place? Who's making experiments of our own brothers...? Who would dare?!
He was already inside this place for more than half an hour, and there was no hint of who controlled this. He thought that he had seen the entire lab when he found another door.
I don't have a good feeling about this. Doors aren't good. The first one I opened today sent me into his strange place, the second one was this lab's... I wonder where this door is going to lead me.
He pushed the door open anyway and peered inside.
I HATE DOORS!!!
This room seemed to be a storeroom, dark and damp, but instead of boxes there were cages there. Cages of the failed experiments. Reala saw, horrified, that there was a machine in the end of that room... A destruction machine, used to return nightmarens to their primary forms, or, dream energy. A sad and painful ending. Wizeman had never used his, bit this one seemed to be very active; It was the destiny that all these strange being were waiting for.
When the young prince glanced around, he saw that all the beings were looking at him with empty, soulless eyes. The only thing they expressed was pain, pain beyond pain, and a silence that was worse than begging screams. Reala's heart was tearing apart.
H-how? How can somebody do this?! Gods, if there was a way of setting them free... But they have no soul... It's probably best that they are destroyed, they would only be a danger and bring sorrow to everybody and themselves... Beings like this... They shouldn't have been done in first place! This must be stopped, and now!
"W-wo 're 'ou?"
Reala jumped. He thought that none of these could speak or anything!
Maybe at least one of them has a soul...
He turned to see who had talked to him; the boy was even younger than him, eight, at the most. Or at least he supposed that the nightmaren was a boy... He couldn't see clearly, because that being had no body!His hands, feet and head hovered in the air. "He" wasn't wearing anything (not
that he needed), his curly golden hair was all messy and his green/golden eyes shone, full of hope.
Reala stared. He could understand the other ones being destroyed, but this maren was perfect! Strange, perhaps, not having a body, but perfect.
"Waaaahh... You... Do 'ot belong t-to mster, 'o you?"
The prince ran to his cage.
"No, young one, I don't. Listen... Are there any other like you? Any other as smart as you?"
The little boy's face grew sad and scared.
" N-no... I be the only one... Master say I almost perfect... Master say that I need repaired, in that machine."
He pointed the destruction machine and continued,
"Master say that if I be good and let him do the job, he fix my problem and I be perfect. But me don't want. Me like myself and want to stay like this... Me scared. Me wants to leave, me
doesn't like master anymore. You can open cage?"
"Yeah, I can. But I don't know how to go away."
"Me can lead you out. You open cage and me lead path. Both escape. Please, me begging! Please!"
Reala did not even blink. He concentrated himself in giving the most powerful blow he could. The cage was good, but it was no match for the prince's claws.
Soon, the little boy was free.
"This way."
The little boy said as he flew off, shedding blood red stars. Reala followed.
"Hhhhm, hey, you, what's your name?"
"I be 19322. But master also called me Jackle."