An Amusing Interlude: Part 18 - Chimera - In which battle lines are
drawn and much blood (and ichor) is spilled
By
Deborah (Kosagi) Brown
Hunter X Hunter is copyright Yoshihiro Togashi. Quoll and Kurapika aren't mine more's the pity.
QUOLL:
"Quoll?"
I glance Kurapika's way. "Yes?"
"Stay with the children."
I feel my brows shoot up several inches. I've heard that tone before but haven't had it used on me in over a decade. The voice of command, the voice that expects to be obeyed. I'm torn between annoyance and amusement at Kurapika's using it on me. I also have to acknowledge that he's right. I'm out of nen, nearly falling on my face from exhaustion. There's only one thing I could do right now to help and using my Eyes right now would be a Very Bad Idea. "Yes, mommy," I answer.
Kurapika glares at me, then turns to Feitan. "I'm not your boss, I don't want to be your boss. However, under the circumstances... will you listen to me?"
Dark eyes flick my way and somewhere beneath the cool, business-like shell I see the glimmer of the real Feitan. "Yes, mommy," he answers and I know that beneath his veil there's a teensy little smirk. Kurapika makes a disgusted noise as he turns to face the Chimera ants.
A memory of another long-ago fight causes me to add, "Kurapika. If it looks like Feitan's going berserk... get the hell out of Dodge." I ignore the glare Feitan gives me - it embarrasses him that he loses control so thoroughly when he uses his full power - and Kurapika frowns, then nods. His expression is puzzled, though and I add, "I'll explain later. He's not safe in that state. Even the Eyes wouldn't be able to fight him. Don't try. Feitan, I just found a brother. I'd like to keep him a little while longer."
Feitan rolls his eyes as he nods. He knows as well as I do the damage his nen can do when he releases it entirely. "You just get yourself and those kids out of here," is all he says, however. They turn to face the Chimera Queen and I back away.
Turning to Doctor Adams I gesture. "Get into the truck. I'll drive." The way I'm feeling, that's risky too, but we're going to need someone experienced in escapes. I sincerely doubt the good Doctor has much talent in that direction. "8L, I need you and your fellows to interfere as much as possible with any chimera that come near us."
The automaton's head quirks sideways and it stares blankly at me, then at Doctor Adams. At her nod, it answers me, "Yes, unit Q013."
"Call me Quoll," I grumble, climbing into the driver's seat while Doctor Adams climbs in back with the children. The automatons, except for 8L, climb in with her while their leader takes the seat beside me. "Hang onto your hats. This is going to be a rough ride."
"I'm not wearing a hat, Quoll," the automaton notes dryly.
If I didn't know better I'd think it was amused. On second thought, though, maybe it is. I don't know what went into their creation. Maybe there's more to them than just a collection of bits and bytes in the brain. Speaking of which... "In that case, hold onto your head."
oOo
KURAPIKA
The Chimera Queen is big but her movements are swift. From a distance one could imagine her as simply a very large centipede crawling on wall, rapidly shifting from one position to another. In a way, there's a certain beauty to the motion, a smooth sinuous grace that a ballet dancer would envy. Unfortunately, those elegant movements never stray far from the doorway, which means Feitan and I have to get her out of Quoll's way if the van is going to make it out of here in one piece.
"I don't suppose that chain you used to wrap Quoll up would help here?" Feitan's voice has a doubtful tone, as if he considers it a vain hope. Rightly so, too. I don't even have to shake my head as he muses, "I haven't seen you use it since we started. So it has to be useless here."
"The other chains will have to do," I answer grimly and he nods.
He slices the head off an attacking ant, cutting the cuddly kitten face straight off the turtle body, even as I use one of my chains to knock another ant into a group of its fellows. They're gathering closer now and behind me I can hear the van's engine revving up. "Give me some space," I tell Feitan, who flashes out of sight amid a crowd of ants almost before I can make out his nod.
I start spinning, chains swirling around me. Ants go flying and the sound of crunching chitin fills the air. Then there's a clear space and I start running, sweeping the chains in a barely controlled figure eight, sweeping more of my enemies away. "We have to get her attention," I yell in the general direction of the blur that is flashing through the rank and file, leaving bleeding corpses behind it. "Get her away from the door!"
"On it!" Feitan calls back, though his tone tells me that he considers the order entirely too obvious for words. I can't blame him for the reaction. I'd feel much the same if our positions were reversed and he were bossing me around. Yet we have to work together on this. There's no way we can take the Queen on if we don't.
Behind us, the van's engine revs more loudly and I can hear the sound of squealing tires. At first I think Quoll's found an opening, then I realize that his patience is apparently at an end. He's simply running over whatever ants get in his way. I sigh inwardly. When did he become the impetuous one, anyway? I just hope he knows what he's doing.
oOo
QUOLL:
"Do you know what you're doing?"
I spin the wheel, crushing about twenty ants beneath the van. "No. But we can't afford to sit still. If we let those things cover us..." Before I can say another word there's a thump on the top of the van and a familiar face peers down at me through the driver's window. Her claws are buried in the metal of the van and the smile on her face is pert and entirely too pleased with herself. I'm not particularly surprised when the catgirl ant lowers herself further and drives her fist through the windshield.
There are screams behind me now, the children are awake. "Not nice," I tell my uninvited passenger as I dodge sideways. "You woke the babies."
She grins even more broadly, even as Doctor Jones yells at me to be more careful, "You're going to get us killed!" Her shout just upsets the children more and I can feel the result. They're young, inexperienced and their Ruby Eyes aren't very powerful, but in combination the force is intense and growing stronger. Worse, my little cousin, the one with the Opal Eyes, is becoming a real danger. I can feel the energy within them growing, combining with that of her brothers and sisters, trying to connect with my Eyes. "...oh my god..." Jones gasps as the energy grows to the point that even a normal human can sense it. It's all I can do to block it.
I flip out my benz knife, trying to score a shot on the cat girl. She's quick, though and I'm not in a good position for any sort of fighting. I'm close to turning the van over in my attempt to control the wheel, keep us moving and stab at the chimera ant struggling to grab at me. Beside me, number 8L is grasping at her, blocking her swiping claws and getting ripped up for its pains. Not even his metal body is immune to the things.
"meow You will stop and submit." Her tone says that she doesn't really care whether or not we do. Probably because we're just as useful to the ants dead as we are alive. No, more so because then they won't have to do anything more than chunk the remains up to make a meal for their oversized Queen. I ignore her suggestion, spinning the wheel and taking out another rank of ants as we get closer to the exit. She is still there. Still waiting and blocking our exit.
oOo
KURAPIKA
I feel the children's fear as a sick ache behind my eyes and my own power tries to respond. I can't permit it to, though. It's agony to deny them the comfort of a link, but they're too young to do so safely. Back at home, with more adults to guide matters, it wouldn't be a danger but here, with only myself and Quoll within range, their fear and anger would take over the gestalt that would form.
Worse, with Quoll so badly trained, so utterly unable to control his Eyes, such a gestalt would go completely out of control. Through our link I can feel him struggling to block it out, to keep himself separate from what's going on. I've taught him some blocking over the last few days we were together but there's only so much you can do in such a short time. I don't want to know what will happen if he falls into the gestalt that forms among our kind when we're in danger. I am fairly sure that - with his mind as messed up as it is from absorbing all those memories - whatever happens won't be good.
"We have to hurry!" I yell at Feitan. "Quoll's going to lose control of his Eyes if this keeps up."
"Right." He startles me, appearing a few feet away in a clear space and dodging my chains as if they aren't there. "That's not good. You're going to have to be more firm with these guys, Kurota. Quit pretending you can fight 'em without killing them."
I want to ignore the little homicidal maniac but I know he's right. I don't like killing, don't want the blood on my hands. Even when I had the leader of my enemies at my mercy I couldn't do what I thought I wanted to do. I say finally, "I can't. No matter how necessary. I can't." I slam my chains into another rank of ants and continue, "For good or ill. I can't." I've past the point where I can judge Feitan and the others for what they are, but I can't change myself that much. "I'll distract her for you."
He just looks at me for a moment, then he's gone, leaving a trail of blood and death behind him. "Hurry then!" he shouts from yards away. "Don't waste time!"
The Queen is watching us both, her long body circling and spiraling, the scorpion sting at her hind end making little darting motions as if she longs to bury it in our bodies. This isn't going to be easy, I think, as I run in her direction.
oOo
QUOLL
Claws rake the side of my face, white hot pain following. I'm too damned slow, too distracted by too many separate requirements. Driving, blocking and fighting at the same time isn't my first choice for entertainment. Nor does it help that all those memories in the back of my mind are trying to escape, struggling for an outlet.
"WOULD ALL OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!" I can't help yelling and I'm not sure if I mean the voices in my head or those around me. More likely all of the above. Jones and the kids are screaming at me and even 8L is making peculiar electrical noises that I sincerely hope don't mean he's about to explode.
"DODGE LEFT!" Jones shrieks and through the rearview mirror I catch a glimpse of an automatic. The sound of it firing deafens me and I'm out of the way only just in time. Cat girl is equally lucky, having dodged to her left. Wonderful. Everyone's trying to get into the act. Which wouldn't be so bad if Jones had any real fighting skills. As it is, the recoil from her weapon causes her to pull the trigger a second time before she can get control of it. I'm just lucky that when I'd dodged I really dodged. The ant that was crawling up the side of the van isn't so lucky, exploding in a blur of fur and blood. Blue blood.
Before I can yell at Jones 8L rips his seat belt off, turns in the seat and takes the gun from her. "Please don't do that, Doctor Jones," it tells her. I'd chuckle but I'm too busy grinding more ants under my wheels and cutting at my opponent. 8L raises his confiscated weapon and fires it straight upwards, the noise deafening me. Still, it has the desired effect - cat girl ant whatever shrieks and falls backwards.
"WATCH OUT!"
The voice in my head is hard and angry, filled with a rage that would, had it been up to him, have shredded my mind and soul into splinters. It's a voice I'd stifled over the years, learned to ignore entirely. A voice I hate as much as it hates me.
Sometimes, though, it's necessary to listen to the voices in one's head. I barely manage to spin the wheel in time to avoid the massive stinger driving down at us, striking us in the side and scraping down my door. Then the van is sent spinning, the force of the impact flinging us into the wall and onto its side.
I see stars when my head strikes something hard. Again.
Then I see nothing.
oOo
KURAPIKA
Clawed hands, about eight of them, rip at me, grabbing at my chains and trying to block my attack. She's fast for her size and my tunic is slashed and bloody. I've managed to break a couple of her legs but she has entirely too many left. On her other side, Feitan is a blur of motion, dodging between her children and striking blows that leave trails of ichor dripping down the wall. Unfortunately, it isn't helping with her stinger end. The long spike keeps striking at the helpless van, hammering dents in the roof. It isn't sharp enough or strong enough to pierce the thick metal but if it keeps this up it won't be long before it finds a weak point. The only positive is that the effort distracts her from Feitan and me.
The room is a blur as I'm lifted off my feet and swung around wildly, a puppet on my own chains. Somehow, though, I manage to twist around and pull myself upside down and pulling myself upwards. A flip and another twist and I'm upright again and on her back. She bucks wildly and I realize from her panicked motions that I've managed to land on a spot she can't reach.
Racing up her spine towards her head, I yell at Feitan, "Get ready. I'll keep her distracted!"
He doesn't bother to answer but I can see by the way he's moving that he's heard me. He's altered his course, shifting direction so that he's in front of her. Now she has three different directions to guard and her shriek of fury tells me that she realizes just how much danger she's in. I don't waste time thinking about it. Instead I sling my chains around her neck, dragging her head backwards. Her strength is immense and I can't control her for more than a minute.
A minute, however, is more than enough. Feitan's speed increases to the point that he isn't even a blur. I catch a momentary glimpse of him as he cuts through another rank of chimera ants, then he's beneath the Queen and out of sight. Her scream as his knife rips through her unprotected belly fills the air.
Thrown sideways, I manage to spin around in time to strike the wall feet first, crouching to take the force of the blow then somersaulting onto the ground as she falls with a thud that shakes the room. As I land there's a shocked silence around us. There aren't that many ants left alive. The ones I knocked unconscious, mostly, and a few dozen chimera ants who'd not yet reached us. I turn to them. "I don't want to kill you," I say quietly as Feitan clambers atop the giant corpse. "My companion is a different story. Your choice."
"Funny. I was going to say much the same to you."
I turn, startled, and realize an old man is standing there holding a rifle. Beside him is a more humanoid looking chimera ant, tall and more antlike in its appearance. That alone doesn't stop me in my tracks. Rather it's the slumped figure of my brother that the ant holds in its arms.
"You have slain Mother. But that's all right. Now I am Queen."
oOo
QUOLL:
The fog around me is red and brilliant, the color of my brother's eyes. My brother's eyes. Even here, lost in a mist of dreaming, the thought is hard to believe and desperately required. It's in the blood, I think, a need bred into all Kurota. The need for kinship. The need to be part of a group. The need for family. Not for the first time I wish I could have made the others see that. Make them understand. I could bear their memories in my head, I think, if they knew that I'd been drawn to them as a moth to the flame. If they understood that the last thing I'd wanted had been their deaths.
This is not the time to be hanging around in a stupor, whining over past failures. I have to wake up, have to get moving again. I don't want to, but if I don't the chances of my ending up on some chimera ant's menu is entirely too high. I struggle against the fog, trying to feel my body, trying to force myself out of this dreamscape.
It almost works. I can feel movement, feel something like plastic against my cheek, something clutching me around the waist. Warmth trickles down my forehead and a dull ache has formed between my eyes. A voice echoes from a distance. "He dies if you so much as move." Then everything but the fog fades away, leaving me lost again.
I know what's happening, but I'm powerless to do anything about it. Captured - again - and held hostage. The voice belonged to the old man who'd I'd met on the plane. I have got to wake up. The question was, what exactly was I going to do if I did manage to do so? Out of nen, the only thing I have left is my Eyes. My useless, destructive and uncontrolled Eyes. Maybe it's better if I stay this way until it's over? I come to in this state and I'm not going to be able to keep myself from releasing the Eyes on everyone. Kurapika could, I think, rein me in, but it isn't something I want to test.
I need help and there's only one place left to turn. They've been there all along, the voices in my head that I have called memories and tried to avoid. Yet if they are simply memories then they would not show awareness of the world around me, would not respond to what happens. And if they aren't just memories then they may be the only weapon I have left.
The thought is enough to shift the fog, to form an image of blood-stained ground and far too many men and women. And one child. I'd never tried to look at them before, never tried to face my victims before, but I can see the boy's resemblance to myself and Arrissen in his coloring. Pale skin, black hair and the black eyes that I realize means he had had the Opal Eyes as well, though not yet opened.
"Hi Quoll." Another familiar figure stands across from me holding the tube from a vacuum cleaner, watching the others and blocking them. Small, fragile looking, her dark eyes hidden behind thick glasses. The image is transparent, incomplete, but I know why Shizuka's here. This is the part of her that my mind stole, that day we killed the Kurota. "Are you ready to deal with them?" She waves at the others, receives glares back in return. Her tone is light, as bewildered as the voice of her physical self.
"I don't think I have a choice," I tell her as I walk forward towards the group. "At this point we're all dead and eaten if I don't." I look at the others, searching out their leader. Another skinny old man whose eyes glow with brilliant fury. I'd flinch from the hate but I don't have the luxury of time. "Your choice, grandfather. We hang together or we will certainly hang separately."
"Not very apropos," Shizuka protests but I ignore her, watching the old man and waiting. At long last he walks towards me, the glow in his eyes fading. His expression is still angry but it's calmer than it had been. I meet him halfway.
We stare at each other for long minutes. "This is merely a temporary truce," he tells me. "The war is not yet over." At my expression, he glares. "What do you expect? Sweet love for our murderer? Forgiveness? You have held us trapped here for years."
I blink. "Trapped. Held? I don't recollect inviting any of you to stay."
"Then let us go. You hold us as if we were your best beloved, rather than your enemy."
As I stare at him, unable to believe what I'm hearing, another voice speaks. "The Opal Eyes are selfish, possessive. Those they grasp they does not let go." The old woman I know is my father's mother, another of the village Elders and, my mind tells me, the keeper of the records. "They consume all they love and all they hate." She eyes me, then turns to her husband. "We do not have time for this. The danger outside him is too great. Final death might be a release for us, but those chimera ants might gain the Eyes in the process. That cannot be allowed."
The old man looks at me, contempt twisting features I sense would ordinarily be kindly. "Very well. We will help."
"This time."
oOo
KURAPIKA:
The room is silent for a long moment and I wonder desperately what I'm going to do. Glancing sideways at Feitan doesn't help because he looks as helpless as I feel. We're surrounded by ants and one wrong move is going to mean my former enemy and new found brother is dead. When it comes to that, we're all dead. I say as much to the scientist, adding, "So there's no point in surrendering, now is there?"
He frowns consideringly, the rifle in his hands unwavering. "We can come to some to some arrangement," he decides. "Some of your genetic material for your freedom. Number Q013 can spare one of his eyes."
Feitan's soft mutter, "And people call the Genei Ryodan bloodthirsty thugs," is just barely audible. I nod slightly at him, though. I don't like their methods. I like this man's intentions and methods even less. He adds, more loudly, "The boss wouldn't agree. So forget it."
The scientist shakes his head. "I had hoped for cooperation. Even when the Eye is bred into my children they will need training in order to use it effectively."
"As with all other things, my children will learn and learn quickly," the ant holding onto Quoll replies. "There is no point in asking for training. These flesh creatures are untrustworthy."
With a growl, the old man spins and glares at the ant. "Don't be cocky. You are the new Queen only by virtue of a twist of fate. Without my aid you..." Whatever he is going to say is lost in a gurgle of blood. There's a squelching sound as his body falls forward, pierced through by the new Queen's right claw.
I don't take time to think about it. I have to protect Quoll from her obvious next move and there's only one way I can do so. My chains fade into visibility. Not one, not ten. Hundreds, twisting out from my hand in a spiral and spinning towards her.
I'm barely in time, for the new Queen takes little time in dropping her other victim to the ground and driving her clawed hand towards Quoll's chest, only to strike nen metal. Chain Jail wraps around my brother, binding itself around his helpless body. Chain after chain, until he's practically mummified. Startled, she raises her head and I use the moment to drag Quoll to me.
"Fool!" she hisses. "You're surrounded. You can't escape us, and you certainly can't save those children." She gestures and I realize that during my distraction with the man she'd killed and rescuing Quoll her ants had been pulling the others from the wrecked van. I'd been blocking them so intently that I hadn't even noticed the children's growing terror. They stare at me, grasped tightly and their fear twists through me.
Before I can speak, before I can act, I feel a flare of power from beside me. Not Feitan, who is crouched on the other side, ready to attack. Not the children.
Quoll.
Quoll and the Opal Eyes.
oOo
QUOLL:
"It isn't going to happen."
The voice is mine. The words are not. The old man has taken over briefly, grasping my mind so tightly that it's all I can do to keep calm. I gave myself over to this. I accepted the risk the moment I accepted his help. "Your kind go so far beyond abomination as to be a blot upon all life itself." My brother stares at me, unable to believe I'm saying something like that. Somehow I force my Self back to the foreground and shrug at him.
She glares at me, myriad eyes gleaming in the light with a green gold sheen. "Your kind have reached the end of your evolution. It is time for a stronger and older race to take your place. My kind have existed for millennia, waiting and watching for our time. That time is now."
"Old age and treachery versus youth and enthusiasm?" I can't help asking. "I prefer youth and treachery, myself." Now Kurapika really stares. "Later, brother. I'm in control... or someone is... don't worry. Just be ready to act."
"You waste time." Again the old man's words come from my throat. "Stop playing, brat."
"Grandfather?" Something about the tone must have been enough to make Kurapika realize who's in here with me. "Is that you?"
"Silence, child. This is not the time."
I ignore both, focusing on the way I'm feeling, on the energies twisting through my head. It's an almost luxurious sensation. All this power and all of it entirely controlled and contained. All without a lick of effort on my part. Somewhere in the back of my mind my 'guests' are putting years of training to work, forcing my Eyes to stay under control, keeping them from devouring everything around me.
I can see patterns of energy around me. Life and minds flowing around their physical forms. Nen energy from my brother and from Feitan. The Ruby and Opal eyes of the children and Kurapika. It's a heady experience. I want to take it all in and make it all mine.
Stop that this minute, young man.
Grandmother's voice in my head. Stern and unyielding, forcing me to behave. I remember what she said earlier. The Opal Eyes grasp all they love and all they hate. They seek to possess. Probably why I'm such a good thief, I think. I'm essentially a selfish bastard. It doesn't bother me... much... but I do understand that I can't indulge myself. A tiny ache beginning at the back of my eyes tells me I can't afford to waste time playing, either. The voices in my head are helping control things but the strength is mine and it will run out sooner or later.
The patterns around me shift and flow quickly and I can see intentions before the movements. I understand now how Karik was able to evade notice when we were traveling with the Kal. It's both matter of shaping those patterns and simply staying out of them. I don't have the skill to match him in the former, but I can at least read my opponents enough to sense what they plan to do.
It helps that among the energies I see is the communication between the lead chimera ant and her companions. She's not as completely in control as she'd like to think. The death of her predecessor came too soon and she's too young. Too inexperienced to maintain dominance on creatures that have lost their queen and over two thirds of their army. They are frightened, unsure and distrustful of her youth. Some will obey her because they are accustomed to obedience. Others would prefer it if she simply negotiated a way out of the situation.
I smile to myself. This can work to our benefit.
oOo
KURAPIKA:
Quoll's eyes burn hot, blazing with the same fire that had devastated Neon's men weeks earlier. Yet, despite this, I don't feel the rage I did that night, don't feel the urge to rip him to pieces. Whether it's our link or the fact that he seems to be in control isn't clear. Nor does it matter. Our link strengthens, a solid base that is strangely comforting.
:I'm going to get the children. Follow me. Feitan will handle the others.:
I force myself not to move a muscle as I acknowledge Quoll's mental order. I'm not sure what he's planning on doing. Nor am I sure how it is that my grandfather's words were coming out of his mouth. What I do know is that this simply isn't the time to argue or demand explanations.
There's a flicker beside me and for a moment it seems as if Quoll has disappeared. Then I catch glimpse of him a few feet away, only to lose track of him again. What the... It isn't the same thing that Feitan does. It isn't nen at all. Then I remember the Opal Eyed Kal and realize that Quoll has somehow managed to figure out how to do the same thing. He's dodging and weaving, practically dancing his way across the floor between us and the children. He's there in seconds, almost before Feitan and I can react.
:You are going to owe me a whole library of explanations,: I tell him and only receive mental chuckles in response. The ants are moving, panicked and startled at the way one of their enemies has disappeared. Feitan, who certainly didn't expect Quoll's move, doesn't hesitate a minute. Body blurred with the speed at which he moves, he leaves bleeding corpses behind him as he races for the new Queen.
My chains whirl around me and I head for the children and Jones. My movements distract the ants as Quoll flips behind them, his benz blade flicking them one by one. Three of them stiffen and fall but two seem immune to the poison.
:No surprise, that,: Quoll thinks at me as I send my chains flying at those two. :The poison's intended for standard neural systems.: I don't bother to respond, though he chuckles as he senses my reaction. It's not as if I couldn't figure that out after all.
The children and Jones stare up at us as we come to a momentary halt. "Stay here," I tell them. "We'll finish this and get out."
oOo
QUOLL:
My head is aching seriously, now and it occurs to me that I'm going to pay dearly for this exercise. Still, it won't be much longer. Feitan has wiped most of the remaining ants and is caught up in a dance of death with the Queen. :Shall we gang up? Or are we the good guys?: I ask Kurapika.
:Does it matter?: He's moving already and I follow, using my benz knife to drop a few more ants as we pass. I grin at his grim tone. He takes things so very solemnly. :And you're not taking it seriously enough,: he adds, clearly aggravated at my response. It only amuses me more.
We're on the Queen then, forcing her to protect herself on three fronts. Kurapika's chains bash her chitin, break limbs. My knife's poison doesn't affect her, unfortunately, but between it and Feitan's, we score cuts that seep green blood all over the place. Every so often one or the other of us is forced to change our target when one of the few ants still brave enough to approach attacks.
She's a strong fighter, I'll give her that. Still, the effort to control her kin distracts her and having to deal with three separate attacks is more than she can manage. She falters, stumbles and finally falls. She does not, even then, scream for mercy. Which is something of a relief because I'm not sure we could afford to offer it. It's easier for Kurapika not to be forced to make such a hard choice.
The surviving ants run for it and Feitan starts to follow. I stop him. "No time for stragglers. We have to get out, now. The room is blurring and I stumble as it seems to spin around me. There's a buzz in my ears and burning pain in the middle of my forehead. "H...u..rry."
"Quoll?"
I - sort of - feel Kurapika catching me. Almost feel him hoist me over his shoulder. Almost hear him telling Feitan to get moving.
Then blood red fog surrounds me again.
Oh goodie. Nap time again.
To Be Continued.
