The trip to LA was short, but finding the same dock from my dream was easier said than done. I spent hours trying to find this place, and when I did, I felt a small bit of joy in my heart. Running down the wooden bridge, I jumped off the edge and dove into the water. Swimming down, I could barley see five feet in front of me. I knew he was here, because every fiber of my bones was telling me to swim deeper for him.
Reaching the bottom, I stopped and looked around. Once I turned around, I came face to face with him, and it nearly made me scream. Grabbing him, I examined the chains, with me pulling out a small hand held torch and breaking him free. Once done, I grabbed him and started swimming upwards as fast as I could, my body begging for air.
Reaching the surface, I gasped out for air. Moving my hair back, still holding onto him, I swam over to the dock ladder. Still holding him, I pulled us up and sat him down, with me placing my ear against his chest, hearing his heart beat, but he was underwater for so long, he must of breathed in a lot of water. Placing my hands on his chest, I started applying CPR.
Seeing him spit up a wad of water, I moved him over to his side, with him spitting up a few bullets as well. "Just what the hell happened to you." I said, looking him up and down, seeing that he was only wearing a pair of black pants and a cut up black shirt, even his shoes were missing, but not his crown was missing.
Reaching for the crown, he grabbed my hand, making me flinch. "Don't touch." He said, before passing out. Helping him up, I started dragging him to the apartment I had rented out, knowing that it would be the best place for him to regain his strength.
Later that night
I laid next to him, our hands intertwined in the others, our hands as bare as the day we were born. He was still dressed the same as when I had saved him. I was facing him as he slept, and it made me happy, scared, but happy to see that he was still alive, some how. Seeing him twitch in his sleep, I sat up and watched him roll of the bed, with me jumping up and running over to him.
Before I reached him, he jumped up, with me stopping. He turned to me, his grin plastered on his face. "She sent you, didn't she?" He asked, with me nodding my head slowly. "I told her not to, I don't want you to see me like this." He said, and I felt his pain.
"Then take off the crown." I said, with him wagging his finger at me.
"Its not just the way I look, but what I've become that I don't want you to see." He said, making me frown. "I killed a lot of people in one day, and I still have to kill. Death requires that I kill to reset the balance, then and only then will she grant me my freedom. In life, or death." He said, making me frown.
"Who did you kill?" I asked, probably knowing that he didn't know as he said he killed a lot of people in one day.
"I know four of them, Tick Tock, Ternt-Bone, Shiver, and Fender Bender. All apart of a cult gang, all working for a demon, all working for Mephisto." He said, with me remembering Mephisto and what he has done.
"I can take you to Strange, he can help you lift this curse-"
"Curse?" Dakota interrupted with a laugh. "This is a gift, its not everyday that I can come back from the dead, and I'm sure that if I get this "curse" lifted, Death will kill me for even thinking about it." He said, with me frowning. "She sees everything I see, she knows everything I do, she knows everything I think." He said, pointing at his head, before grabbing it. "I have to go." He said, walking towards the door.
"I have something of yours!" I said, with him looking at me. "Its in that bag, by the door." I said, with him looking down. He knelt down and opened it, where he started chuckling.
"You really get me, don't you?" He asked as he stood up with the bag, still looking inside. "Thanks." He said, placing the bag over his shoulders and walking out, with me falling to my knees as I didn't know what he had planed on doing, but I knew he was going to go kill someone.