A Warm Feeling~ chapter3 *This story is deticated to Avis, a very loyal reader of my NiGHTS story*
Rebellion. Even if it was one nightmaren again his creator. NiGHTS took off as fast as he could through the sky, heeding nothing. He just had to run. Wizeman was furious with him right now, and if he were caught, he'd recieve harsh punishment. Punishment worse than being a nightmaren. NiGHTS kept up his speed, never once looking back. He knew if he wanted to get out, he'd have to pass through Stick Canyon, and that meant Reala's territory. NiGHTS didn't want to think of it. He had a fair way to go still. He darted noiselessly through Spring Valley, going as quickly as possible. He didn't want to be seen by Gillwing, and those jaws that were to be more dreaded now that NiGHTS was against Wizeman. He kept alert, listening for any sound that might mean Gillwing was close by. No such noises came. Thankful for this, he flew on.
NiGHTS was getting a little short of breath; he'd been flying for quite awhile. But if he could just make it through Stick Canyon unseen, he'd be alright. The was no 'maren that was more of a tattle-tail than Reala. That nightmaren was as loyal to Wizeman as he could get.
"Lucky for me," NiGHTS thought. "There's a chance I might not run into him..." A firm hand was placed on his shoulder, stopping NiGHTS abbruptly. He had a sick feeling in a moment he'd look into Reala's cruel blue eyes. He turned to look very slowly. It was Jackle. NiGHTS stared at him in shock. "Why the heck did you come after me?!!"
Jackle shrugged. "'Cause I felt like it I suppose."
NiGHTS was slightly angry. "I TOLD YOU THAT ONCE I RAN AWAY WE COULDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER ANYMORE!!!" He took afew heavy, angered breaths. "In case that idiot Wizeman didn't inform you, I'M RUNNING AWAY RIGHT NOW!!!"
With a smile, Jackle gave NiGHTS a little shove. "What are you afraid of? Reala? ..He isn't so great."
"I'm avoiding Reala because he'll tell Wizeman where I am. That, or drag me there personally. I'm sorry. I have to go." He turned tail, and darted off through the darkness. He felt bad leaving the only 'maren who'd been nice to him in any way, but he was running away, and everyone counted as against him. He kept quiet. He was still in Spring Valley, and he feared Gillwing may have heard him. Thinking about Gillwing right now was a little bit stressful. Those big powerful jaws were now his enemy. Jackle's bladed cards could very well be against him, too. And Reala? Well, Reala would alway be against him, no matter what. He would continue to tease and jeer NiGHTS until he could no longer stand it and did something back.
Think was the only thing NiGHTS could do right now. Think, and get as far past Stick Canyon and Spring Valley as he could before he was in need of rest. In afew moments, he flew clear out of Spring Valley, unseen by its serpentine guard. Next was the place he dreaded most. Reala's territory. Getting through would be difficult. Reala had a good eye for movement, and a good ear for tresspassers. Many dreamers had a right to dread Reala. He was really creepy, and cruel, too, and it was plain to see that he was definatly a nightmaren.
Stick Canyon. NiGHTS had come to dread this place more than being a nightmaren. He wasn't afraid of Reala, but his words made NiGHTS sick. He knew there was no hope for him. He would be sick and cruel forever. There was no way to change him. But now that NiGHTS was there, he dreaded it less. It wasn't that bad of a place, but being confined to it would be tiresome. NiGHTS smiled at the thought of Reala being second to Wizeman when it came to cruelty. Compared to Wizeman, Reala was as sweet as candy.
NiGHTS flew in cautiously. One slip-up and he'd have Reala's attention in an instant. Ever so carefully, he went in, holding his breath silent in case Reala was near. He moved forward a little more...and...
"NiGHTS!" Jackle whispered.
NiGHTS turned furiously. "This is a bad time, you idiot!" he whispered back harshly. "If Reala catches me, I'm in trouble! You aren't an ally, and I'm against all Nightmaren right now!" He pushed Jackle away, and flew on. Jackle followed him. "NiGHTS, Reala's going to catch you!" he whispered. "Get out of here!"
NiGHTS ignored him. "I'm sorry. I can't trust you. Good-bye." Jackle looked at him, and shook his head. "You'll be sorry, NiGHTS..."
NiGHTS heeded nothing of what Jackle said. He kept going. Luckily, he got a fair way through the place. But then, hell occurred. He flew into Reala. The nightmaren smiled coldly. "Jackle told you to listen. I told him to give you a fair warning to get out."
A sick feeling came over NiGHTS. He wished now that he'd listened to Jackle...Reala's grin widened. "You know what I'm going to do with you, NiGHTS," he said coldly. "You know too well..."
Rebellion. Even if it was one nightmaren again his creator. NiGHTS took off as fast as he could through the sky, heeding nothing. He just had to run. Wizeman was furious with him right now, and if he were caught, he'd recieve harsh punishment. Punishment worse than being a nightmaren. NiGHTS kept up his speed, never once looking back. He knew if he wanted to get out, he'd have to pass through Stick Canyon, and that meant Reala's territory. NiGHTS didn't want to think of it. He had a fair way to go still. He darted noiselessly through Spring Valley, going as quickly as possible. He didn't want to be seen by Gillwing, and those jaws that were to be more dreaded now that NiGHTS was against Wizeman. He kept alert, listening for any sound that might mean Gillwing was close by. No such noises came. Thankful for this, he flew on.
NiGHTS was getting a little short of breath; he'd been flying for quite awhile. But if he could just make it through Stick Canyon unseen, he'd be alright. The was no 'maren that was more of a tattle-tail than Reala. That nightmaren was as loyal to Wizeman as he could get.
"Lucky for me," NiGHTS thought. "There's a chance I might not run into him..." A firm hand was placed on his shoulder, stopping NiGHTS abbruptly. He had a sick feeling in a moment he'd look into Reala's cruel blue eyes. He turned to look very slowly. It was Jackle. NiGHTS stared at him in shock. "Why the heck did you come after me?!!"
Jackle shrugged. "'Cause I felt like it I suppose."
NiGHTS was slightly angry. "I TOLD YOU THAT ONCE I RAN AWAY WE COULDN'T TALK TO EACH OTHER ANYMORE!!!" He took afew heavy, angered breaths. "In case that idiot Wizeman didn't inform you, I'M RUNNING AWAY RIGHT NOW!!!"
With a smile, Jackle gave NiGHTS a little shove. "What are you afraid of? Reala? ..He isn't so great."
"I'm avoiding Reala because he'll tell Wizeman where I am. That, or drag me there personally. I'm sorry. I have to go." He turned tail, and darted off through the darkness. He felt bad leaving the only 'maren who'd been nice to him in any way, but he was running away, and everyone counted as against him. He kept quiet. He was still in Spring Valley, and he feared Gillwing may have heard him. Thinking about Gillwing right now was a little bit stressful. Those big powerful jaws were now his enemy. Jackle's bladed cards could very well be against him, too. And Reala? Well, Reala would alway be against him, no matter what. He would continue to tease and jeer NiGHTS until he could no longer stand it and did something back.
Think was the only thing NiGHTS could do right now. Think, and get as far past Stick Canyon and Spring Valley as he could before he was in need of rest. In afew moments, he flew clear out of Spring Valley, unseen by its serpentine guard. Next was the place he dreaded most. Reala's territory. Getting through would be difficult. Reala had a good eye for movement, and a good ear for tresspassers. Many dreamers had a right to dread Reala. He was really creepy, and cruel, too, and it was plain to see that he was definatly a nightmaren.
Stick Canyon. NiGHTS had come to dread this place more than being a nightmaren. He wasn't afraid of Reala, but his words made NiGHTS sick. He knew there was no hope for him. He would be sick and cruel forever. There was no way to change him. But now that NiGHTS was there, he dreaded it less. It wasn't that bad of a place, but being confined to it would be tiresome. NiGHTS smiled at the thought of Reala being second to Wizeman when it came to cruelty. Compared to Wizeman, Reala was as sweet as candy.
NiGHTS flew in cautiously. One slip-up and he'd have Reala's attention in an instant. Ever so carefully, he went in, holding his breath silent in case Reala was near. He moved forward a little more...and...
"NiGHTS!" Jackle whispered.
NiGHTS turned furiously. "This is a bad time, you idiot!" he whispered back harshly. "If Reala catches me, I'm in trouble! You aren't an ally, and I'm against all Nightmaren right now!" He pushed Jackle away, and flew on. Jackle followed him. "NiGHTS, Reala's going to catch you!" he whispered. "Get out of here!"
NiGHTS ignored him. "I'm sorry. I can't trust you. Good-bye." Jackle looked at him, and shook his head. "You'll be sorry, NiGHTS..."
NiGHTS heeded nothing of what Jackle said. He kept going. Luckily, he got a fair way through the place. But then, hell occurred. He flew into Reala. The nightmaren smiled coldly. "Jackle told you to listen. I told him to give you a fair warning to get out."
A sick feeling came over NiGHTS. He wished now that he'd listened to Jackle...Reala's grin widened. "You know what I'm going to do with you, NiGHTS," he said coldly. "You know too well..."