NiGHTS~ A WARM FEELING chapter2
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. I recieved a very encouraging review to continue this story. Thank you so much to the reviewer who told me to finish this, Avis (Crowhop77).
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NiGHTS was at it again. He sat alone, trying to stay as alone as he could get so he could think. Reala was really beginning to frustrate him alot, and if no company meant no Reala, he was glad to be by himself. Reala only mocked the things he felt inside, and made him feel like it was true that he was possibly the only Nightmaren ever made that could feel this way. He sighed. "Good riddance to you, Reala," he thought aloud. "I can live without you here to tease me."
Jackle floated up behind him noiselessly. He seemed to be quite good at finding NiGHTS whenever he left to be alone. He floated just beside him, and smiled sort of tauntingly. "You just dont' here me coming, do you?" he asked. NiGHTS jumped slightly.
NiGHTS turned to look at Jackle for a moment, his purple eyes full of deep thought and those feelings Reala loved to mock so much. "I'm sorry, but I'd like to be alone," he said, his voice sort of quiet and sad. "I don't need Reala finding me again, and getting me in trouble like I know he will. Wizeman just won't understand, will he?"
"I doubt he wants to," Jackle replied calmly. "But bein' a 'maren and all, your passion is supposed to be in the nightmares you cause."
NiGHTS shook his head and looked out across Spring Valley. He knew Gillwing was looming in the darkness out there somewhere, as this was his territory designated to him by Wizeman. That serpentine creature had an awsomely powerful jaw, and though NiGHTS didn't fear any of the other nightmaren, he did fear becoming an enemy to those jaws. But Spring Valley was very quiet at 'night', and that's why NiGHTS had chosen to come here for now.
Jackle spent his time in Soft Museum, guarding it from the dreamers with his blade-sharp card attacks. NiGHTS, on the other hand, didn't have much of a place. He liked to be free to go where he wanted, and do what he wanted. To him, being a nightmaren was the ultimate punishment, one that would apparently go on for his entire life, and Heaven only knew how long he was going to live. Punishment for life...
The only sound for several minutes was NiGHTS' and Jackle's breathing. NiGHTS looked out silently at the landscaping, not taking his eyes off a particular spot. He knew Gillwing tended to remain near that particular area at this time of night, that, or he spent his time haunting the dreamers who were unlucky enough to attain themselves a nightmare, and a nightmaren. He decided after many long minutes to break the silence. "I don't know why you're listening to me, Jackle," he said. "You believe in your job as a nightmaren, but the whole basis of what I'm thinking of goes around how I hate BEING a nightmaren."
"I don't know why I'm listening to you either," Jackle admitted. "I'm just doing it because I haven't got anything better to do right now."
A small breeze caressed NiGHTS' cheek. Then the other. "Do you feel that?" NiGHTS asked, keeping his voice down. Jackle looked up. "No, but I know what's causing it."
NiGHTS snapped his attention upward. Gillwing took a swoop downward. NiGHTS floated backward, getting out of the way. The giant serpent-like nightmaren looked at him a moment longer, then took another swoop at NiGHTS. He didn't seem to have anything to say vocally...
Jackle made no attempt at attack, and neither did NiGHTS. He hadn't any time for this. "You're just like Reala," NiGHTS muttered at Gillwing. "A monster and nothing else."
Now, Gillwing took no offense to this, but he seemed to have some chasing-type ideas in his mind. "Well?" NiGHTS asked, sounding a little bit cocky. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Gillwing looked at him hard. "You're one mess-up of a nightmaren," he said quietly. "Get out. I intend to make sure you do." NiGHTS moved back some more. He was dreading those jaws even more, now that they were close to him. He wasn't in a mood to fight. He'd just have to run. And with that, he silently darted off through the dark sky. Jackle followed him.
NiGHTS flew until he reached the Twin Seeds Tower before stopping. Slightly out of breath, he looked at Jackle, realizing that as much as he wanted to think Jackle was his friend, he was a nightmaren that thought like one. "Jackle, you know you're a nightmaren. You feel like one inside your heart, I know it. Therefore, you are my enemy."
Jackle managed his sickening grin. "Hey you don't think I know that?! You're a freak of a nightmaren who doesn't even want to be one," he said. "You are nothing but a wreck, but I'm at need of a bit of company, and so..."
NiGHTS nodded once. "Yeah, I know. Until I run away, I can consider you an ally. But after that...I'm sorry. Your ideas and mine just can't be around each other."
And NiGHTS knew that he would be running away soon, and that meant that no 'maren was his friend. Wizeman had them possessed and would set everyone against him. It would soon be fight or die...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello. I recieved a very encouraging review to continue this story. Thank you so much to the reviewer who told me to finish this, Avis (Crowhop77).
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NiGHTS was at it again. He sat alone, trying to stay as alone as he could get so he could think. Reala was really beginning to frustrate him alot, and if no company meant no Reala, he was glad to be by himself. Reala only mocked the things he felt inside, and made him feel like it was true that he was possibly the only Nightmaren ever made that could feel this way. He sighed. "Good riddance to you, Reala," he thought aloud. "I can live without you here to tease me."
Jackle floated up behind him noiselessly. He seemed to be quite good at finding NiGHTS whenever he left to be alone. He floated just beside him, and smiled sort of tauntingly. "You just dont' here me coming, do you?" he asked. NiGHTS jumped slightly.
NiGHTS turned to look at Jackle for a moment, his purple eyes full of deep thought and those feelings Reala loved to mock so much. "I'm sorry, but I'd like to be alone," he said, his voice sort of quiet and sad. "I don't need Reala finding me again, and getting me in trouble like I know he will. Wizeman just won't understand, will he?"
"I doubt he wants to," Jackle replied calmly. "But bein' a 'maren and all, your passion is supposed to be in the nightmares you cause."
NiGHTS shook his head and looked out across Spring Valley. He knew Gillwing was looming in the darkness out there somewhere, as this was his territory designated to him by Wizeman. That serpentine creature had an awsomely powerful jaw, and though NiGHTS didn't fear any of the other nightmaren, he did fear becoming an enemy to those jaws. But Spring Valley was very quiet at 'night', and that's why NiGHTS had chosen to come here for now.
Jackle spent his time in Soft Museum, guarding it from the dreamers with his blade-sharp card attacks. NiGHTS, on the other hand, didn't have much of a place. He liked to be free to go where he wanted, and do what he wanted. To him, being a nightmaren was the ultimate punishment, one that would apparently go on for his entire life, and Heaven only knew how long he was going to live. Punishment for life...
The only sound for several minutes was NiGHTS' and Jackle's breathing. NiGHTS looked out silently at the landscaping, not taking his eyes off a particular spot. He knew Gillwing tended to remain near that particular area at this time of night, that, or he spent his time haunting the dreamers who were unlucky enough to attain themselves a nightmare, and a nightmaren. He decided after many long minutes to break the silence. "I don't know why you're listening to me, Jackle," he said. "You believe in your job as a nightmaren, but the whole basis of what I'm thinking of goes around how I hate BEING a nightmaren."
"I don't know why I'm listening to you either," Jackle admitted. "I'm just doing it because I haven't got anything better to do right now."
A small breeze caressed NiGHTS' cheek. Then the other. "Do you feel that?" NiGHTS asked, keeping his voice down. Jackle looked up. "No, but I know what's causing it."
NiGHTS snapped his attention upward. Gillwing took a swoop downward. NiGHTS floated backward, getting out of the way. The giant serpent-like nightmaren looked at him a moment longer, then took another swoop at NiGHTS. He didn't seem to have anything to say vocally...
Jackle made no attempt at attack, and neither did NiGHTS. He hadn't any time for this. "You're just like Reala," NiGHTS muttered at Gillwing. "A monster and nothing else."
Now, Gillwing took no offense to this, but he seemed to have some chasing-type ideas in his mind. "Well?" NiGHTS asked, sounding a little bit cocky. "Don't you have anything to say to me?"
Gillwing looked at him hard. "You're one mess-up of a nightmaren," he said quietly. "Get out. I intend to make sure you do." NiGHTS moved back some more. He was dreading those jaws even more, now that they were close to him. He wasn't in a mood to fight. He'd just have to run. And with that, he silently darted off through the dark sky. Jackle followed him.
NiGHTS flew until he reached the Twin Seeds Tower before stopping. Slightly out of breath, he looked at Jackle, realizing that as much as he wanted to think Jackle was his friend, he was a nightmaren that thought like one. "Jackle, you know you're a nightmaren. You feel like one inside your heart, I know it. Therefore, you are my enemy."
Jackle managed his sickening grin. "Hey you don't think I know that?! You're a freak of a nightmaren who doesn't even want to be one," he said. "You are nothing but a wreck, but I'm at need of a bit of company, and so..."
NiGHTS nodded once. "Yeah, I know. Until I run away, I can consider you an ally. But after that...I'm sorry. Your ideas and mine just can't be around each other."
And NiGHTS knew that he would be running away soon, and that meant that no 'maren was his friend. Wizeman had them possessed and would set everyone against him. It would soon be fight or die...