Chapter Two: A Little More

TW: implied torture and death

Part One: Dasin POV

Sitting just outside the door to the throne room, drawing on the datapad. Whatever was going on must have been bad if Mom didn't even have time to put me in her office. She handed me the datapad and told the guard outside the throne room to watch me. There was nothing on the datapad that he wanted to do. All I could do was think; my mind wandered to something he was not trying to think about.

The "nightmare" had worsened; I had them more often. They were standard and typical: I would walk up the driveway, then past the front door to the side of the house. There was a small staircase leading to a wooden door. As I walked down, the door never got closer, and I would just keep walking and walking. Then all of a sudden the door handle was in my hands. Then, I would stand there, unwilling to open the door. I couldn't remove my hand, but I would never turn the door handle.

Yet, the door would still open anyway. Some blood was spotted across the floor. An unconscious body duct taped to a chair. There was a car battery, with jumper cables biting into his wrist. Then, I would wake up, never knowing what happened next.

However, a strange child started appearing in that nightmare, just in the corner of the room, standing there doing nothing. He wasn't ever clear, as if a blur covered him. All that was clear was his light grey eyes. At first, I didn't give too much thought, but then he kept coming back.

So, he decided to try to draw the child from the dream. But he didn't know what the rest of him looked like after the eyes. So, I tried to pull at the memory to get a clear view, like I was trying to grab him from thin air.

Part Two: Geist POV

"Hello, little one." I almost jumped out of my skin and looked up to see the voice; it was Count Dooku. It was good that I didn't make those burritos after all.

I return the greeting with a small bow. I dare not actually talk; I couldn't remember how I talked when I was four years old, so to play it safe I just didn't speak.

"Still not talking are we," he knelt down to be more on my level and gave a fake smile.

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Well, I would ask what you were doing out of bed at this hour and with a skillet in hand, but I guess I won't get an answer."

I shrugged my shoulders and turned my hand up in response like I was saying," Yeah, you're right."

"Well, we are going on a trip," He said.