Chapter Seven: The Dream
Blaze tossed in her bed. She watched the numbers on her clock change. One, two, three, four, . . . it seemed to never end. Every couple of minutes she would snap her fingers, hoping to see the sparks that flew from the action. Nothing happened.
She could still bend light, but only barely. That was a gift bestowed upon her, her light screens could never go away unless taken away by the giver. At least she still had that.
Blaze needed to sleep. She had training practice in the morning, not that it mattered. Without her powers, she couldn't do very much.
4:15 a.m.
Her eyes closed.
She was in a white room. The room transformed. It was no longer just a white room. There was Titans Tower in the distance.
Where am I?
Blaze looked down. There was Robin and Red X. They were walking on the water, fighting each other. Kicking and punching, Blaze watched as the two beat the hell out of one another. They were saying something. What was it?
There was a flash and she was closer. Almost too close. She was standing eye level with them, watching to two. She could hear them now.
"She loves me!"
"No she loves me!"
Quite original, she frowned. What was this? She was vaguely aware this was a dream, but she wasn't sure why she was dreaming it. "HEY!" she yelled out to them.
They stopped with their death match, turning to her. Once they stopped moving, they fell into the water. Blaze had seen this all before. Wrong, she had seen this happen to Robin before. They were struggling against the waves, unable to keep their heads above water.
Not caring that it was all an illusion, Blaze went to help them. The closer she got to Robin, the farther Red X sank below the water. The more she moved towards Red X, Robin would sink.
That was the point of her dream. She had to choose between Robin and Red X. But it was more complicated than that. She had to choose between building more questions and keeping her life the way it was or finding the answers and changing her life forever.
hey everyone, i know i said i wouldn't be writing (side note: thank you for all your concerned e-mails) but i had a creative breakthrough. so i popped some pain pills and braved the stairs to get to my computer. i hope it was worth it. Please R&R, it helps with the creativity flow.
p.s. for those who asked, my surgury isn't for another two weeks, the day after school starts (for my school at least) but i'm hoping to keep writing meanwhile. i'm sick of the television already. i swear the boob-tube is melting my brain!