Ch10: The Nightmare
I didn't know when I fell asleep, but I knew I had. I looked around me and saw that I was in complete darkness, not a single inch of light anywhere. Only my cane produced light, a pink aura of hope. I knew I was dreaming but with so much darkness, I didn't know how I'd wake up.
"So... it seems you aren't affected by my hypnotism I see?" I heard a female voice ask from the shadows. I frowned, knowing who it was and now understanding what I'd be up against in the future. "The Contessa. So you brought me here?" I growled softly, placing my paw in a fist form. "Oh but of course! How else could I be able to get the Coopers to do my work? Use someone from Interpol later on who would only betray me? How stupid do you think I am?" "Oh... pretty stupid." I groaned, wondering how she could be in my dream unless she put me here.
"After all, your the epitome of any child's nightmare. Scary figure? Check. Evil intentions? Check. Wanting to kill people to get your way? Three strikes law dictates you should be under arrest." I could tell this angered the Contessa as I heard a slight growl from behind me. "You little, arrogant, no-good goodie-two-shoes!" she growled. I could tell by the sudden mechanical change in her voice who really was pulling the strings in my dream. "You'll need a little more trickery than that to fool me, Clockwerk," I snarled, reaching behind me and punching metal, making my fist hurt a bit.
I looked behind me with anger in my eyes to see the figure of Clockwerk, half-transparent, looming above me. "Why go after my family, monster? What did my family EVER do to YOU?!" Clockwerk didn't even falter his demonic gaze on me. I knew he was capable of hypnotism so I looked away, holding my cane up and smashing on of the eyes without even looking at it.
"GRAGH!" he exclaimed, whacking me with his giant, bone crushing wings. I flew through the air, the wind knocked out of me from the blow. "And... why resort to measly tracking devices? I know you could just use your eyes so why trackers?!" I saw his shadow move over me and I instinctively rolled out of the way, jumping onto his enormous head and sticking my cane in his metallic skull, surprisingly going right through!
"AARHGHH!" he exclaimed as I saw the darkness retreat and light return to my subconscious. "Yeah, Clockwerk? Word of advice for ya," I smiled as he tried to flail about in my mind of pinks and blues. "Mess with me or my friends again, and I'll kill you myself. That includes Inspector Fox. Any harm comes to them, your scrap metal! YA HEAR ME?!" His demonic owl screech made me cover my ears as I jolted awake.
I woke up in the van, the scenery around us looking dark and dreary. "Sylvia! You okay?!" Murray asked, a large onion in my face. Lord knows I didn't want to have to be woken up from THAT! "Clockwerk... he can enter my dreams too..." I coughed, trying to get the sweat out of my lungs. "Okay, that guy is gonna have the honor of being last on the list!" Sly angrily voiced, holding a wet rag to my furry forehead.
"Th-Thanks Sly... though I don't really know if I can handle many more of his 'nightmares'." I sighed. "I got it," Sly sneered, the van now in the first area for the Haitian Jungle. "Good thing I've been practicing the rail walk..." I frowned, able to get up without much effort. "Are you sure you want to get up and at 'em?" Bentley asked. "Don't worry. I can handle myself when I'm awake. Plus, I made a little threat to Clockwerk before he ran away from my head," I said. "I told him if he hurts any of us or Carmelita Fox, he's scrap metal." "So... what does that mean?" asked Sly. "You'll understand when you meet him," I frowned.