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will be most of the main characters and Roslindale, Connecticut and I'm not
sure about the rest yet. But I'll keep you posted, promise.
Jordan's POV
I saw in my room, staring at the opposite wall. I was so bored, so very bored. I may actually beyond bored at this point. And why was I so bored, Oz wouldn't let me do anything.
"You have to lay down and rest. You're immune system is erratic. When you get sick, you get ill. And it takes a while for you to get back to full strength," I stated, trying to imitate my cousin.
"I'm glad you find me so amusing," my cousin's voice came from the doorway.
I looked up and glared, "Don't do that!" I told him.
He laughed slightly and than walked over, feeling my forehead before pushing me back down onto the pillows. "You should get some sleep, and don't pout," he chucked lightly as he smoothed my strawberry blonde hair. It just sprang back up again though.
"What if I dun't wanna?" I said in-between my tired yawning.
Another chuckle and another calming rub of my head, "Sleep," he commanded quietly. His voice left no room for arguing so I just hunkered down and wrapped the covers around me, making myself into a ball.
"G'night Oz," I said, my words muffled by my yawning and the covers.
"Night short stuff," Oz said before walking out of the room, flipping out the lights as he went.
As my eyes grew adjusted to the darkness I thought to myself, sleep or boredom? I chose sleep, after all what could be better than being knocked out for hours on end without realizing it? Yawning, I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable for my trip to La-La land.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
I was running, freely. I was in wolf form, well the wolf form I take on in my dreams. It was bigger that what I usually took during the full moon. I was more powerful, my muscles larger and my senses more acute.
My muscles rippled under my gleaming coat, now a dark brown almost black instead of a dusty tannish color. The moon was up in the sky, and I looked at it and howled. I was free, and I was happy.
I started running some more, enjoying the damp earth underneath my paws. I ran until I could run no more, and I flopped down upon the earth and rolled around, enjoying the cooling night breeze upon my belly.
I finally found my strength returning and I went to get up, but I found that I couldn't. I couldn't move at all, and I was back to being human. And not my normal dream self as a human, I was small, tiny really. I knew where I was; I knew what was happening. I was four again, and I was scared.
So I did what any normal four-year-old would do when they were scared, I screamed at the top of my lungs. A hand was clapped over my mouth, I debated if I should bite him, but a voice in my ear stopped me. "Stop that incessant racket this instant, and if you even think about biting me, you'll be sorry," a truly frightening voice whispered in my ear.
I nodded, shivering. I tried to curl up into a ball, but the restraints on my limbs stopped me. I started crying, albeit silently, the warnings of the person still ringing in ear. I didn't like this, not one bit, and I knew I would dislike it even more once the doctors came.
They came and started doing the things that made me have nightmares; things that made me live through this. They poked and prodded, seeing if I would fight back, and I did. Every time my jaws would snap, or my fists would try to move or my legs, there would be jolt of pain through my body. Finally I couldn't take in any more; I quit fighting. I was done; I was broken.
Then I was let out of the restraints, and I was in a room. I sat on a couch, looking at the walls. They were pleasantly neutral, but deep down inside I knew this room to be anything but. A man came in, a bag under his arm.
"And how are you today Jordan?" the man asked.
I felt my hackles rising and unbeknownst to me, a soft growl was let out. I didn't like being here. I wanted to be back home, I wanted to be safe. I was safe with Oz, where was Oz?
"Now, now Jordan. Don't act like that. If you do, I'll have to be forced to use punishment, and we both know that's very fun," he said a sadistic smile on his face.
I shivered in fear and smelled the air, he smelled of power, and of enjoyment. He like this, he liked being in control. I whimpered slightly, I wasn't safe, I want to be safe, I want to be with Oz. Where was Oz?
The man sat across from me, and he started asking me questions. The questions turned into taunts and the taunts turned into a rant. And I sat there and took it in, not saying a word. Instead I sat there, rocking back and forth, back and forth, my eyes closed and in my mind I chanted "I want to be safe, I want to be with Oz. Where was Oz?"
"Answer me!" the doctor yelled. I looked up, a tear in my eye. "Answer me!" the doctor repeated. And repeated, and repeated, with no response from me. He finally gave up and went to his bag. "I didn't want to resort to this, but here's punishment," he said and brought out a syringe and needle.
I knew what they brought, they brought pain, and I didn't like pain, I wasn't safe with pain. I wanted to be safe; I wanted to be with Oz. Where was Oz? And I screamed.
~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~
Oz's POV
I walked up the stairs slowly, in order to make sure they didn't creak. Jordan had been sleeping the night away, and since it was already 1 in the morning, I hoped he'd sleep the rest of it away too. A sick Jordan was something no body wanted, least of all me. I hated it when he got sick, so I was glad he rarely did. But when he did, it took a lot out of him.
I was halfway up the stairs when I heard my cousin scream. It was the type of scream I hadn't heard come from his mouth in years, and the type of scream I had hoped I would never have to hear pass his lips again. It was the scream of pure terror.
Racing up the stairs, not caring about noise now, I ran into my cousin's room. He was in bed, but by the looks of it, if he kept thrashing like he was, he wouldn't be for much longer.
"Jordy!" I found myself yelling as I quickly made my way across the room to his bed. I grabbed his thrashing form, and he fought back. I held him, and rocked back and forth, waiting for him to calm down, or wake up, which ever came first?
"Oz?" the sound of my cousin's voice both relieved me and made me furrow my brow. His voice was hoarse.
"I'm right here," I said softly, continuing to rock back and forth, hopefully calming him down.
"They came back," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I felt my heart break when he said that. What he referred to as they where his nightmares of the places that he was forced into as a small child. From age two to age five, then at age 6 I took him, I took him away from the people that called themselves his parents. They weren't really, I was, I was the one who took care of him. They subjected him to torture of the worst kind. He went through almost what I did at the hands of the Initiative, only his parents allowed it, and he was four when it happened.
And now, with that information, I don't mind the fact that he bit me. It was the animal telling him to find someone, someone who knew what he was going though. And now, I'm honored that he chose me.
"And it's the past," I said finally. He held onto me, as one would to a life preserver.
"Safe now," he said to me, and continued to cry his fears out.
I was about to leave, but he grabbed at me, "Don't go. Don't want them to come back."
I looked at his bed, and realized I may be here for a long time, and this bed didn't hold the two of us. "Short stuff, can we possibly move to a more comfortable place. Like my bed?" I asked quietly.
"Okay," he said in between his whimpers. But he didn't make a move to get up.
"I'm not carrying you," I said.
"Yes you are, or I'm not getting up," he said, his voice muffled.
I sighed and looked at him. It was either leave him alone, and face another nightmare and meltdown like this, or carry him to my bed. The carrying didn't look so bad right now. "Come one short stuff," I finally said and pulled him up off the bed and half carried, half dragged him down the hall and into my own room.
"Think you can sleep now?" I asked him once I set him in the bed and gotten in myself.
He snuggled up closer to me and nodded slightly. I let a faint smile cross my lips. "G'night Short Stuff," I told him, before I realized he was already asleep.
Author's Note: Sorry about the slight darkness in the dreamscape, but it made me do it! I tell ya! I'll try to steer away from this for the rest of the charcters if you don't like it, but if you do, I'll be more than happy to do it. I have at least 2 that I can write. Tragic childhood stories, maybe they can all band together and write a book. *wink*.
Okay, I have a Zane chapter up next, but who do you want after that? *looks at crowd* Please tell me, I really want to know.
Jordan's POV
I saw in my room, staring at the opposite wall. I was so bored, so very bored. I may actually beyond bored at this point. And why was I so bored, Oz wouldn't let me do anything.
"You have to lay down and rest. You're immune system is erratic. When you get sick, you get ill. And it takes a while for you to get back to full strength," I stated, trying to imitate my cousin.
"I'm glad you find me so amusing," my cousin's voice came from the doorway.
I looked up and glared, "Don't do that!" I told him.
He laughed slightly and than walked over, feeling my forehead before pushing me back down onto the pillows. "You should get some sleep, and don't pout," he chucked lightly as he smoothed my strawberry blonde hair. It just sprang back up again though.
"What if I dun't wanna?" I said in-between my tired yawning.
Another chuckle and another calming rub of my head, "Sleep," he commanded quietly. His voice left no room for arguing so I just hunkered down and wrapped the covers around me, making myself into a ball.
"G'night Oz," I said, my words muffled by my yawning and the covers.
"Night short stuff," Oz said before walking out of the room, flipping out the lights as he went.
As my eyes grew adjusted to the darkness I thought to myself, sleep or boredom? I chose sleep, after all what could be better than being knocked out for hours on end without realizing it? Yawning, I closed my eyes and tried to get comfortable for my trip to La-La land.
~*~ Dreamscape ~*~
I was running, freely. I was in wolf form, well the wolf form I take on in my dreams. It was bigger that what I usually took during the full moon. I was more powerful, my muscles larger and my senses more acute.
My muscles rippled under my gleaming coat, now a dark brown almost black instead of a dusty tannish color. The moon was up in the sky, and I looked at it and howled. I was free, and I was happy.
I started running some more, enjoying the damp earth underneath my paws. I ran until I could run no more, and I flopped down upon the earth and rolled around, enjoying the cooling night breeze upon my belly.
I finally found my strength returning and I went to get up, but I found that I couldn't. I couldn't move at all, and I was back to being human. And not my normal dream self as a human, I was small, tiny really. I knew where I was; I knew what was happening. I was four again, and I was scared.
So I did what any normal four-year-old would do when they were scared, I screamed at the top of my lungs. A hand was clapped over my mouth, I debated if I should bite him, but a voice in my ear stopped me. "Stop that incessant racket this instant, and if you even think about biting me, you'll be sorry," a truly frightening voice whispered in my ear.
I nodded, shivering. I tried to curl up into a ball, but the restraints on my limbs stopped me. I started crying, albeit silently, the warnings of the person still ringing in ear. I didn't like this, not one bit, and I knew I would dislike it even more once the doctors came.
They came and started doing the things that made me have nightmares; things that made me live through this. They poked and prodded, seeing if I would fight back, and I did. Every time my jaws would snap, or my fists would try to move or my legs, there would be jolt of pain through my body. Finally I couldn't take in any more; I quit fighting. I was done; I was broken.
Then I was let out of the restraints, and I was in a room. I sat on a couch, looking at the walls. They were pleasantly neutral, but deep down inside I knew this room to be anything but. A man came in, a bag under his arm.
"And how are you today Jordan?" the man asked.
I felt my hackles rising and unbeknownst to me, a soft growl was let out. I didn't like being here. I wanted to be back home, I wanted to be safe. I was safe with Oz, where was Oz?
"Now, now Jordan. Don't act like that. If you do, I'll have to be forced to use punishment, and we both know that's very fun," he said a sadistic smile on his face.
I shivered in fear and smelled the air, he smelled of power, and of enjoyment. He like this, he liked being in control. I whimpered slightly, I wasn't safe, I want to be safe, I want to be with Oz. Where was Oz?
The man sat across from me, and he started asking me questions. The questions turned into taunts and the taunts turned into a rant. And I sat there and took it in, not saying a word. Instead I sat there, rocking back and forth, back and forth, my eyes closed and in my mind I chanted "I want to be safe, I want to be with Oz. Where was Oz?"
"Answer me!" the doctor yelled. I looked up, a tear in my eye. "Answer me!" the doctor repeated. And repeated, and repeated, with no response from me. He finally gave up and went to his bag. "I didn't want to resort to this, but here's punishment," he said and brought out a syringe and needle.
I knew what they brought, they brought pain, and I didn't like pain, I wasn't safe with pain. I wanted to be safe; I wanted to be with Oz. Where was Oz? And I screamed.
~*~ End Dreamscape ~*~
Oz's POV
I walked up the stairs slowly, in order to make sure they didn't creak. Jordan had been sleeping the night away, and since it was already 1 in the morning, I hoped he'd sleep the rest of it away too. A sick Jordan was something no body wanted, least of all me. I hated it when he got sick, so I was glad he rarely did. But when he did, it took a lot out of him.
I was halfway up the stairs when I heard my cousin scream. It was the type of scream I hadn't heard come from his mouth in years, and the type of scream I had hoped I would never have to hear pass his lips again. It was the scream of pure terror.
Racing up the stairs, not caring about noise now, I ran into my cousin's room. He was in bed, but by the looks of it, if he kept thrashing like he was, he wouldn't be for much longer.
"Jordy!" I found myself yelling as I quickly made my way across the room to his bed. I grabbed his thrashing form, and he fought back. I held him, and rocked back and forth, waiting for him to calm down, or wake up, which ever came first?
"Oz?" the sound of my cousin's voice both relieved me and made me furrow my brow. His voice was hoarse.
"I'm right here," I said softly, continuing to rock back and forth, hopefully calming him down.
"They came back," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
I felt my heart break when he said that. What he referred to as they where his nightmares of the places that he was forced into as a small child. From age two to age five, then at age 6 I took him, I took him away from the people that called themselves his parents. They weren't really, I was, I was the one who took care of him. They subjected him to torture of the worst kind. He went through almost what I did at the hands of the Initiative, only his parents allowed it, and he was four when it happened.
And now, with that information, I don't mind the fact that he bit me. It was the animal telling him to find someone, someone who knew what he was going though. And now, I'm honored that he chose me.
"And it's the past," I said finally. He held onto me, as one would to a life preserver.
"Safe now," he said to me, and continued to cry his fears out.
I was about to leave, but he grabbed at me, "Don't go. Don't want them to come back."
I looked at his bed, and realized I may be here for a long time, and this bed didn't hold the two of us. "Short stuff, can we possibly move to a more comfortable place. Like my bed?" I asked quietly.
"Okay," he said in between his whimpers. But he didn't make a move to get up.
"I'm not carrying you," I said.
"Yes you are, or I'm not getting up," he said, his voice muffled.
I sighed and looked at him. It was either leave him alone, and face another nightmare and meltdown like this, or carry him to my bed. The carrying didn't look so bad right now. "Come one short stuff," I finally said and pulled him up off the bed and half carried, half dragged him down the hall and into my own room.
"Think you can sleep now?" I asked him once I set him in the bed and gotten in myself.
He snuggled up closer to me and nodded slightly. I let a faint smile cross my lips. "G'night Short Stuff," I told him, before I realized he was already asleep.
Author's Note: Sorry about the slight darkness in the dreamscape, but it made me do it! I tell ya! I'll try to steer away from this for the rest of the charcters if you don't like it, but if you do, I'll be more than happy to do it. I have at least 2 that I can write. Tragic childhood stories, maybe they can all band together and write a book. *wink*.
Okay, I have a Zane chapter up next, but who do you want after that? *looks at crowd* Please tell me, I really want to know.
