Dreams: Chapter 3
Updating so late at night…. Never been up this late… My parent's are strict people and require my bedtime to be at around 9:30- 10:00pm. Haha… doesn't mean I'm asleep by then! Okay well time for some shout outs to you awesome reviewers!
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Tony tried avoiding the darkness that washed over him. He tried opening his eyes. He tried forgetting the calloused, cold hand against his bareback. Most of all he tried forgetting the stupid reason why he was in this mess.
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Tony opened his eyes, but he knew what was coming. It was obvious that he wasn't at the warehouse, lab place, but more of a hospital room. The room was wide in both directions and the ceiling was dotted with different colorful specks. He at first wondered if he was in the children's department of the hospital, but the specks, he recognized, were words. Small black words sprinkled across the ceiling. He couldn't read them, for they were too high up, but he could make out the distinctive straight lines and curves of different letters.
Tony glanced down at his "body." It was a dream, but everything seemed real. He could smell the sterilized room and the smell of a hospital lingering around him. The alcohol was by far, the strongest in the room. It made him gag. Just as Tony was about to reach his nose, to cover up the stench, he felt his hands tug against something. Alarmed, Tony looked down at his wrists.
There were thick brown straps against his wrists. Leather and a large silver buckle bound them; the cold metal pierced his skin. Suddenly, the monitor to his left beeped and screamed out flashes and warnings. He widened his eyes as he attempted to tug, and hopefully loosen, the bondage that held him hostage. Then he felt the same tug on his ankles. With the tip of his fingers, Tony yanked away the white and green sheets to realize that his ankles were chained down as well. Dread and horror filled his lungs, as the alarm blared against his ears.
Tony heard the familiar sounds of nurses and doctors running down the hallway. There were excited chatters and scrams as doctors burst through the closed door. Many swarmed around him and quickly put a new blood bag and another took out a needle, it was a big needle. "STOP!" Tony cried. They paid him no attention. Tony tried again. "STOP! What's going on?!" He was desperate! He couldn't let these people sedate him! He needed to escape, run, and be free!
Tony didn't understand why he felt this way. He had never seen these doctors before, and trust him he knows plenty of doctors. "His heart rate is too high. We need to sedate him." Sedate "him" for WHAT? Tony thought. His body involuntarily jerked and struggled and the large needle pushed into his forearm. That was his chance.
Tony quickly threw his forearm against the nurse, who was leaning into the needle, and watched with horror as the needle struck her in the throat. She flung her hands up to her neck, but it was too late. She collapsed to the ground.
"He's out of control!" A doctor screamed. More nurses swarmed around him and grabbed different parts of his body. Tony thrashed, yelled, ad screamed many colorful words. The doctors didn't even seem fazed by the name-calling.
"Hold him still." And all Tony saw was a scapula coming down on his bare chest.
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Tony tried sitting up, Sam's hand sat firmly on his back. "What did you show me?" Tony demanded, but his voice came out in a whisper. Sam took his hand away, gingerly, and cracked his knuckles individually.
"I merely showed you an image."
"Thanks for the clarification. What image exactly?" Tony found his voice again. Sam looked at him. His emerald eyes looked fierce and menacing.
"I showed you something that was a memory Tony. You aren't dreaming half the time. These aren't dreams, images, or anything like that. You are witnessing memories. Memories that come from different people from different time periods."
"But why did you show me that?" Sam stood and bent down. He gathered Tony's red cloth and rubbed his fingers against the material, his eyes were darker.
"The memories I get are memories people want others to see. The images I show you are the truths of reality. If someone wanted me to remember their cat dying, for instance, they would put their hand on my back and simply let the memory flow into me. They loose the memory of their cat dying but that memory is now mine forever." Sam explained slowly.
"You steal memories?" Tony couldn't exactly believe the story, but he knew it was true. Sam shook his head.
"No. I savor them harvest them in a way. I merely take the important unwanted memories so that I could pass them along or help a person forget the pain of the memory."
"But what happens when you give it to me?"
"I loose some of the memory. But there is always a little left over for me to remember. I give and you take. I chose you, Tony, because I know you and I know about your Iron Man thing. You only want to help people Tony. And helping these memories last forever is helping that person never loose hope of loosing something of theirs forever." Tony attempted to sit up again, but the cold hand was still surfacing his back. But, Tony froze.
"You know that I'm Iron Man?" He was alarmed. Sam looked over at Tony and Tony watched as Sam's eyes lingered over him. He was finally able to sit up.
"I know everything about you." Sam tossed his red shirt at him. Tony snatched it from the air and quickly pulled it over his body. He felt comfortable with his body finally protected.
"Fine. Whatever. Could I ask you something then?" Tony asked. Sam started rolling his sleeves down and had sat down next to Tony again. In his hands were two red mugs with steam curling off the ends; it smelled like hot chocolate (something that a friend of mine always thought of giving poor Tony).
Sam handed him a cup and nodded. "And what is your question?"
"What is a burn mark? You were whispering that before you put your hand on my back." Tony said. He scooted away from Sam, because he realized how close Sam sat next to him.
"The burn mark." Sam said a little dreamily. "Show me your back." Tony was hesitant. He didn't feel like exposing himself again. He was worried about Sam's intentions.
"I won't bite Tony. Show me." Tony gingerly set the mug next to him on a red mahogany nightstand and clasped his shirt from behind him. He pulled the shirt over his head and waited. Suddenly, he felt the same familiar cold fingers lingering over his skin.
"The burn mark is exactly as it sounds. It's when the giver, me, first puts their hand on the receiver, you."
"Yeah but you said that you were surprised how quickly it appeared on my skin." Tony interrupted confused.
"Yes. Because normally my handprint would be in your skin, but you won't be feeling the actual burning affects until a couple of weeks. In your case, it happened the very day that I first portrayed a dream, or memory." Sam replied coolly. He had removed his hands from Tony's back, and Tony had already put his shirt on, but he still felt the lingering cold fingers on his back.
"But… What will you do with me?" Tony really didn't want to know the answer to the question but he felt that it was important to know. He already felt himself wanting to come back everyday so that Sam could give him more and more of the memories.
"Like I said, you will be here until I give you all the memories I have. Everything that I have ever gotten, everything that I had ever remembered and storied will be yours Tony. That is my goal."
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"And what happened after that?" Rhodey asked. He couldn't exactly believe the story Pepper was telling him.
"What do you mean?" She replied. Pepper had just retold the whole story of the night before to Rhodey, with every detail, dialogue, and sentence within 5 minutes. "Do you not believe me?"
"Pepper. I've seen aliens, lizard creatures that talk, as well as someone who flew using lightning. It's just that this story, or um…" He quickly fixed himself after a deadly glare. "Your experience just seems bizarre. How could Tony's back suddenly start burning?"
"That' what I don't know! I went to your house this morning and asked Roberta if I could speak to Tony. She said okay and when I went to his room he wasn't there! I told Roberta that he wasn't there. She was puzzled and said that me probably went out for a jog." Pepper stated. She paced her room and ran her trembling fingers through her hair.
"But Tony hates running."
"EXACTLY! Don't you see? He's that thing again!"
"What thing?" Pepper groaned in annoyance.
"Rhodey! The thing where he just starts getting involved in the wrong things."
"Like when he helped Gene get the rings even though he didn't have to. Or when he went with those drug dealers to uncover the mystery or something." Rhodey recalled those times Tony got involved in the wrong ideas thinking he would help many people.
"Yes!" Pepper sighed in relief. At least Rhodey knew what she was talking about. "But the thing is I don't know what he's involved in. It seems more personal rather than a large scale helping spree."
"I remember when I got up this morning my mom called me. She told me that Tony was running off and about yesterday's thing. He had come home soaked to his bone and was mumbling over and over again about something about 'Sam.' She asked me if I knew someone named Sam in my school and I said that I didn't know anyone in my school. Pepper I think it has something to do with 'Sam.' We find Sam and we find Tony." Rhodey said. Pepper nodded, her mindset.
"I'll get my dad's computer." Pepper ran off to find the sleek laptop.
The moment she got back, Rhodey sprang to his feet and stepped behind her, his hands tightly wrapped behind his back. "What do we have?" He asked.
"Rhodey… be patient. The thing hasn't even started!" She watched as the Windows popped up and opened up to the screen. It was different though. It was encrypted and had a large box that said: PASSWORD REQUIRED.
"This is where I work my magic." Pepper said cracking her knuckles. She wiggled her fingers and began typing code after code. After about 5 seconds and 30 passwords Pepper finally opened up the laptop. She quickly found a search box and she waited as the search box blinked, waiting for a name.
"Well…?" Rhodey inquired.
"I… I don't know. Never mind… " Pepper shook her head from the thoughts wondering whether or not Tony was in pain, or being tortured. It was about 3 in the afternoon and Roberta hadn't gotten a word from him.
She entered Sam into the box and pushed enter. More than 5 million results flowed into the screen, almost overwhelming her."5 million…" She breathed.
"Maybe we can narrow down the search? Type in a villain? Or a psychopath?" Pepper nodded. Somehow, villain didn't seem like the answer, instead she typed in psychopath. Instantly 5 million narrowed down to 50. Rhodey whistled.
"Wow… that is pretty…. Wow." Pepper giggled and started copying down each member of the psychopath Sam family.
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Tony left that night. It was late, maybe about 5:00 in the afternoon, so he had stayed with Sam for more than 9 hours. Tony was afraid. Was he getting attached to Sam?
Tony came home around 6 and he went straight to his room. He heard Roberta's firm calls of his name, as well as thundering footsteps behind him. He could care less.
"TONY!" He finally stopped and hung his head. Turning around he paused and saw Rhodey's feet in front of him.
"I…"
"No. Don't even think about it. Don't say a word." Rhodey said loudly. Then in a hushed voice he pulled Tony next to him. "Come with me."
Rhodey pushed Tony into his room and shut the door behind him. Taking in a deep breath he gestured to Tony's back. "Let me see it." Tony looked up alarmed.
"What?"
"You heard me. Let me see it." Tony shrugged and pulled his shirt up. Rhodey bit his lip. Pepper was right. There was a large red hand on his back. It looked as if someone had traced their hand with red marker on his back.
"Happy?" Tony asked. Without waiting for an answer he pulled his shirt down.
"Tony?" Rhodey had to time this perfectly. He had to make sure he wasn't throwing out the answer to quickly. He had to make sure it wasn't sudden. "I KNOW WHO SAM IS!"
TA DA! That's all I got… as usual in a simple cliffhanger that sometimes drives you guys mad, which makes me laugh! But yeah… please review!