[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Theo had to admit the guy had skills to keep him on his toes. But when he tired to close off his oxygen supply his brain went into overdrive as did his strength. What he should’ve expected next was the gun he pulled after Daydream punched him. He tried to move quickly, but it was too late and Daydream was down.
Before he knew it everything poofed before him and he was someplace else entirely. 'Holy shit...' He had no idea what just happened until he looked down. "Oh Fuck." He finally noticed the sign. He was in New York, at the Xavier school. He had dreamed of one day coming here, but he never thought it would be like this.
Snapping out of it he looked to the soft weight holding onto his pants leg and quickly knelt. He needed to get her to her room and fast. "Yeah, room 206... okay." Taking a deep breath he picked her up into his arms and darted inside. There weren't really many students outside, but those that were tried to see what was happening.
Making his way inside he looked to see Daydream completely knocked out. "Someone, where is room 206!? It's an emergency!" He screamed. "It's the second floor on the right. What -"
"No time to explain. Do they have a first aid kit in every room?" He asked as he ran. He needed to get in there fast. "Uh, yeah. Yeah. I'll get the healer. Just look in the bathroom under the sink." The kid said and ran down a different direction. With a swift kick the door gave way and he looked to the bed seeing another unconscious form.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do so he laid the astral girl in the bed with her corporeal self. Running to the bathroom he found the first aid kit and knelt by her bedside. Tearing open the sleeve of her shirt he began working on getting the bullet out.
The human mind is a mysterious place. Daydream's was no different. She didn't herself fully understand every aspect of her astral projection. Like what happens when her astral form falls unconsious. Up until now it had only ever been a hypothetical question. Something she had wondered, but never experienced. Now she stood at the presipus of that discovery. And she wished she could turn away from it. She was forced into this hellish place. The nightmarescape.
The place where dreams go bad. She was trapped there and it was scary. It was like being in hell, but somehow far worse. The air was hot and humid. So much so that she felt a burn with every breath. Like her lungs were being seared from the heat of the air. The air was thin and choking. The sky was dark black with grey clouds moving overhead. Lightning chained in the clouds causing them to look like blinking flourescents. At any moment streaks of lightning could come down and set the world on fire. Things stung at her legs. The ground was covered in large carnivorous insects, and dripping black embriotic abortions hung from the canopy. Sacks dripping with people inside it. Their faces twisted and horrified as if they were screaming. In her mind... These were the sufferers of nightmares. Souls caught in the nightmarescape with her... Only they weren't dream walking. These weren't astral projectors like her. They were the normal humans of the world but this is where their soul took them when they had a bad dream that went bump in the night.
Daydream swallowed hard, fighting to get breathe as the ground shook all around her. At first she thought it was just the thunder. The sky flashed every few seconds reminding her that the gods of thunder were angry in this place. She was scared. She was terrified. Daydream hadn't had a bad dream since she was a little girl and she wanted this to be over. "WAKE UP! PLEASE WAKE UP!" She cried. It was no use. Blood dripped down the back of her calf as the large monsterous bugs tore at her flesh. Somewhere in the real world, her legs began to bleed. Yes, even here her body elsewhere was effected by what happened to her. If she died in the nightmarescape. She would have gone to sleep and never woken up. Some doctor in lower Manhatten would write it off as a tragic case of sleep apneia but Daydream would have known the true. She would have lived that horrible truth before this place took her life.
Daydream took off running through the tall grass. The buzzing of the wings behind her sounded like chainsaws. Faintly she was aware that she was being carried. She felt arms under her shoulders. Across her back. It was Theo in another plane frantically carrying her up the stairs. She wanted to call out to him. To tell him how to wake her, but that was impossible. She didn't quite know herself. She had a theory that she had to place her astral body inside her corporal form and that might just do it, but there was no way for her to tell. It was all guess work and it was horrible. Something stung at her neck. She felt a sharp pain as she ducked and run for the cover of swelling jungle. Something wrapped around her feet. It yanked hard and pulled her feet out from under her. Daydream landed on her chest with a UMMPH All the wind was driven out of her and tears stung at her eyes.
Back in room 206 she was placed on a bed. Her face was serene and calm, aside from the silver streams of gentle tears rolling down her cheeks. Blood from her calf and shoulder stained the white sheets. And a large stinger jutted out of her neck. She was stung within her dream within a dream and the stinger, much like Darwin's bullet rested inside her in the real world. She brought things back with her. Her power was like freddy kurger only more playful and it was ironic that now she lived in this revolving nightmare until Theo could find a way to save her. She was in the seven layer of hell. Her own subconsious fears. Everything she ever feared or thought insanely scary was terrorizing her in the nightmarescape. A place where fears live and hopes die. "No!" Her body cried out in a mumble.
Back in the jungle forrest she was upsidedown. Her hair hung down like waterfall of fire red and her clothes obeyed gravity and hung loose as well. She was staring at the face of a monsterous tree. Broking jetting splinters of wood formed it's open roaring mouth. It's eyes were two knotholes. It's fingers were long twisted branches of tough, rough bark. It held her by one ankle over it's open mouth. It intended to eat her. Lightening flashed across the reddish black heroing sky. For a moment every horrible detail of the tree was revealed to her. She saw the almost delighted smile on its face as it slowly, painfully lowered her down into sharp teeth. "Theo please. Help me." She mumbled. Her voice acted like a walkie talkie to the real world. Her sleeping astral form and her corporal body whispered the same. Almost like a chant over and over in unison. "Theo please. help me. hurry. Theo please help me hurry."
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Patching up the bullet wound and watched as something appeared in her neck. “The hell?” He asked himself and pulled the stinger from her neck. Taking out some solution he poured it onto some gauze and dabbed away the blood. It was damn creepy hearing Daydream call out to him through both bodies when he patched up her neck and he turned to see the sheets bloody by her legs.
Seeing as she was dressed in the bed he threw the sheets off and with the last of the gauze he wrapped her legs after cleaning them. He wanted to know what in the hell was happening to her that caused this extra damage. Carefully he sat on the edge of the bed and lighty tried to shake her uninjured shoulder. “Hey, it’s Theo. It’s okay.”
He tried to think of what to do when she didn’t respond to that. He lightly patted her cheek. “Hey pinkie, it’s time to wake up. Come on.” He said a little louder, his tone firm, but slightly shaky. He couldn’t take having more blood on his hands. If he hadn’t distracted her maybe she could’ve done better. Not been shot. “Damn it… come on. I need you to open your eyes for me. It’s okay.” His thumb lightly brushed her cheek.
Daydream was lowered into the tree's gaping mouth. She was horrified. She knew this was the end. She closed her eyes. It swallowd her whole. It didn't even take a bite ouf of her creamy pink translucent flesh. She found herself surrounded by darkness when her eyes opened again. Shadows and light played with her mind. She was inside of the tree. Or so she thought. The darkness broke around the edges of her sight. Just skating always at her periferaphal vision. Every time she tried to whip her head towards the light it dashed away. The darkness taunted her and suddenly she was very cold. Daydream's lip quivered. She could just make out her hand in front of her face. Somewhere in the dark forrest the silver light of the moon penetrated this new tomb.
Beams of white light, light and faded puncutred through the holes in the rotten tree. It allowed just enough light not to be suffocating. Daydream looked around and tried to make sense of this new world. She had never been to the nightmarescape before. She had never seen such horrors in all her life. Her dreams were always happy. Even when she was in her more troublesome persona Dream she was at the very worst a mischivous prankster.
Maybe a sexually permiscious divant looking for a one night stand. Some stranger to drag in a room and satisfy her every desire, before leaving him confused and sitting on a bed alone as she strutted out the door. Dream was the confident one. Dream was the self assured one. Dream wouldn't be as terrifed as she was now. Daydream looked around and at first she saw nothing, but then her eyes began to adjust to the low light. There was someone here with her.
A shadowy figure stood near the other side of the darkness. He was tall, and lean and she could smell him. He smeld like bourbone and cheap cologne. Images of her father came crashing back to her like a forboding wave. "You're not real. You're not real. You're not real." She muttered to herself. As if saying it made it so. It seemed to be working. The shadowy figure made no moves towards her. It made no play to investegate her presence here.
Distantly she could hear Theo's voice. It echoed off the walls. It reverberated off the chamber walls and sounded lost on the high moon. She could barely make it out. He was saying she had to wake up. Don't you think i would if i could! She wanted to scream back. She held her tongue. Only because her body was too busy shivering. When did it start snowing? She wasn't sure, but her eyes moved back to the shadowy figure before her and he was now facing her. They were both standing nearly waste deep in snow. A blizzard was ripping at her face. Snow blasted her eyes and her started to turn red. Daydream started to shout directions. Her body would mumble them back to Theo in the real world. "Put me back..." She started.
Her words were cut short however when she was backhanded across the face. It stung so bad it brought tears to her eyes. It was a powerful slap. Enough to take her off her feet and launch her several feet back through the air. She landed face first in the snow bank. "You stupid little girl! How many times have i told you about talking back to me?!?!?" She wasn't talking back. She wasn't even talking to him, but she recognized the words. They sent chills down her spine. She looked over her shoulder to see the tall man step into the little bit of moonlight spilling in from the cassum above. HIs face was like a ghoul. It was her father. He was ghoulish in a sense that in all her life she had never seen such hatred and anger waging war on a man's face... Fighting for dominate control. She never understood why he had so much contempt for her. She never did anything wrong besides being born.
Daydream teleported behind him. Her red hair hung in her face, covering the injured flesh that was already starting to bruise. Back in room 206 with Theo a great welp swelled her cheek. It turned purple right before his eyes as tears rolled down her face. "I'm not a little girl anymore." She told him confidently. Thank mercy. Dream had spilled into her persona. She knew that Daydream was in trouble and she needed her help. "You are so pathetic. You think I'm the reason mom left? She couldn't put up with a loser like you." There was a smirk on her face. It was something she wanted to say her whole life and now she had a chance too. It felt amazing. Her fingers flexed in anticipation. She was ready for him to pull his belt off. HIs big heavy studded belt that he liked to call "the professor." because it always taught the lessons around the house.
Her father did take his belt off. Only it wasn't what she expected. He pulled the belt from his pants and as it came off it changed. Morphing into a belt made of human arms, childsized and holding hands. He grew taller too. His body twisted and elongated to the point where he was towering over her. His ghoulish face curled into a hideous snarl. His eyes were blank and lidless. They were rimmed in fire. He opened his mouth and flames poured from the pit in his belly and filled his throat until he was roaring with searing haet. No, he was not a mutant. He was the stuff of nightmares.
The smirk was gone from here face now. Dream was no so confident. In fact, Kendra herself ceased to exist here. She was not the full adult she once was but instead a little girl only 6 years old. She stood before hder monstours father in her nightgown. Holding tightly onto a stuffed bunny named mister jingle jangles. It was her only friend as a child. She clutched him now for protection. "PUT ME BACK IN MY BODY!" She cried. The tears were coming harder now. She held mister jingle jangles out in front of her like a literal shield. Suddenly.... Mister Jingle Jangles began to glow. He was a tailisman. He was a symbol of love. Beams of love shot out of mister jingle jangles. It sprayed in every direction. Bright hot light piercing every shadowy corner.
Lighting up every forsaken turn. Blinding her father and exploding him in a shower of light and love. Kendra was breathing hard. She wasn't sure what just happened, but her stuffed bunny that he rmother once gave her before she 'left' had saved her. Kendra was told as a little girl that her mother had left. Really it was her father who sent her away. Not far, only to a little patch in the backyard. A little patch where Kendra used to plant patoonia's. She was unaware during her gardening that her savior and the only person to ever love her rested beneath the soil.
The blizzard continued. She watched as a gust of wind carried the ashes of her father in a swirling gust. She wated it carry on the sky and disappear. Looking around more sounds scared her. More monsterous sounds and mister jingle jangles couldn't save her from all of them. "Theo please hurry! Put me back in my body!" She heard the ground shake again. Somewhere that earthquake machine rumbled louder. It was the shaking she felt when she first got here. It was getting closer. Like a T-Rex stalking the lands, only now she was scared it was coming right for her. She clutched her bunny. Still feeling like a child of merely six and wishing for nothing more than to wake up.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Thankfully the healer of the school had come in and healed up Daydreams wounds. Theo was starting to panic when she had stopped talking for a moment. He wondered if he had been too late, but she was still breathing. He gently picked her up from the bed one at a time to try and get the dirty bed sheets off to replace them.
Until he heard the call from her lips. ‘Put her in her body… why the hell didn’t I think of that!?’ He thought and getting up he picked up her astral form. Slowly he placed her feet down first. Seeing them phase into her body helped him to calm.
He moved his hands up as her bodies came together before his very eyes. He hoped this worked. Laying her head down he looked at her and waited for a sign. His hand holding hers as a way to support her. He wouldn’t leave… not like back in the war. He wouldn’t leave her side.
NOTES: Sorry it’s short...not much for Theo to do.
Suddenly there were no nightmares. Thankfully she didn't have to discover what was shaking the ground and rattling the world around her. Daydream woke up. Her eyes shot open and she shot straight upright breathing and gasping heavily. She looked around the room. Her red hair whipping around as she looked to see what was going on. She was confused. Technically she was asleep so she had that vague feeling shrouding over her like when you awake from a dream and you aren't quite sure where you are for a moment. She looked around and saw Theo. Without thinking she threw her arms around his neck and thanked him.
"Oh my god thank you!" She cired. Daydream was not her alter ego. It was purely here. Sweet innocent Daydream, equipt with her country accent and southern charms. She pressed her lips into his without even thinking about it. Her eyes were closed. It was a wave of powerful emotion and gratitude that placed her lips on his. Her eyes shot open a second time as "oh my god! what the hell am i doing?!?!?" Raced throug her mind, but as she tasted his lips and the motion of him kissing her back her eyes fell closed again. She melted into the kiss. Her arms growing tighter around his neck she allowed her body to press against his.
He was at the edge of her bed and she sat in the middle. Her legs freshly covered and hidden away under the sheets. Her neck throbbed and pulsed with a burning it. Her legs were in massive pain but she didn't care. She couldn't sense or feel anything except the electricity pushing throug her lips and tensing her jaw. Daydream's flowing red locks fell over one shoulder. Her neck curved with a gentle, graceful slope. Soft light poured in from the blinds. Her black out curtains had fallen in the confusion. It was bright out. Still midday. She felt the warmth of the sunlight on her skin and she didn't care if it was the middle of the afternoon.
The healer in the room stared at her passionate kiss. "Hey! I was the one who healed you." He mumbled as he walked out the door shaking his head and closing the door behind him. Leaving Theo alone with Daydream. Her brain was on fire. Shredded with an chemical overload of dopamine and dramamine that coursed in her active livewire of a mind. She was all hopped up on the adrealine of her dream and the excitment of the moment. She pulled Theo back into the bed with her. He head fell against the soft pillow. Her hair waterfalled over the edge of the bed. She opened her eyes again. Her eyes danced around his face. she almost cooed and said 'awe' out loud. The amout of worry and concern in his face made her heart sink and race at the same time.
It was so sweet that he was worried. She didn't know him from Adam, and yet here he was.... Looming over her form in the privacy of a secluded bedroom and tangled in bedsheets that were already soaked with sweat, when nothing had even happened yet. Her heart galloped in her chest as she held her breathe. Her world teetered on the edge of a pindrop and she waited for him to say something anything. She was his in this moment and she didn't want this moment to end.
She could wrap herself in this feeling of safety and be happy for the rest of her days. It was more than just being grateful. It was finding prince charming and being awken to thoughts that had laid dormant for years. She swallowed hard. Her big brown eyes almost enticing him to kiss her again. She just stared at him. Wondering if she was still asleep because this all felt so dream like. A perfect moment, if it was she didn't want to wake up. She just wanted to feel his hands against her skin.
Light pink text = Daydream asleep white text = Daydream awake
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]When Daydream woke from whatever nightmare she was having Theo felt relief roll though him in waves. He was surprised though when her arms circled his neck in an embrace. His arms circled her waist in a tight hold, happy to see she was alright and before he could say anything her lips had silenced his. It took Theo a moment before realizing this was really happening. He’d saved many people before, but never had he gotten a reaction like this.
His eyes closed as he kissed her back, a hand cradling the back of her head. His fingers tangling in the fiery red locks of her hair. Feeling her body pressing against his the hold of his other hand tightened at the small of her back. The mumbling of the healer was drowned out with the feeling of passion and the beat of Theo’s heart rang in his ears. He moved with her as she pulled him further onto the bed.
Pulling away he looked over her features. He didn’t know anything about her, but something drew him closer to her. He wanted to know more, we wanted to see more, touch more. He hovered above her leaning on his elbows rather than suffocating her with his weight. Slowly a hand went to her cheek and he pressed a soft peck against her lips before trailing them down her jaw to her neck.
Theo’s hands explored as he moved bed sheets out of the way. He wasn’t normally one for losing his senses in the moment, but all he could think about was Daydream, all he could feel was her, she consumed him in everything. If it was some kind of spell he never wanted to be released from it or woken up. Pulling away he lifted his shirt above his head throwing it to the floor. The scratch from the bullet long healed over.
Breathing heavily his hands went to the hem of Daydreams shirt, lifting it slowly he watched her for any sign that she wanted to stop. When nothing was said he gave a boyish smirk and kissed at the exposed skin before getting the shirt off and throwing it with his own.
Her body was shaking. Lightning and fire breathed into her lungs. Every breath was entoxicating. Every gasp sending new shockwaves through her nerves. She was excited. She was terrified. She looked at Theo with innocent eyes. "Kendra Peyton" She gasped breathleesly. For a moment she could have sworn she saw a look of confusing on his face. "My full name.' She added. 'I didn't want you to not know.' one the list of things that were important right there, in that moment; honestly her name was pretty low on the list.
She herself was a livewire of nervous energy. She didn't have the bravery within her to tell him that he was her.... First. This is where it got complicated. Dream, her alter ego had partaken in many of hookups as the kids called it. Dragging some random lucky stranger off for a night of passionless passion and never seeing them again.
Kendra didn't recall any of those encounteres. Those happened in a different part of her mind. When she had restless dreams the impulse control center of her brain went off the freaking rails and she became this vibrant personality with a thirst for life and all things it contained. Daydream, kendra rather, had never had a serious boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter though her eye always swung to both sides of the spectrum. Daydream swallowed hard.
A nerverous smiled pressed across her face as he pulled their shirts off. she admired the tone muscle and reached a hesitant hand out to feel. Her fingers moved along his shoulder and she gasped at how hard the muscle was. she bit her lip. she let out a little cry when her shirt came off as well. The air in the room was surprisingly chilly. The cool air kissed her skin and made her arch her back up off of the bed. "Am I dreaming?' She asked in a whisper.
She allowed herself to fall completely into the moment. Her arms were still around his neck as she pulled him down on top of her. She revealed in the weight of his body against hers. She could feel his breath on her skin. She felt a kiss on her neck and her rapidly racing pulse beat wildly into his lips. Her fingers tussled with his hair. Swimming through streaks of blonde and grasping for dear life at the sheer thrill of this moment.
Her question might've fallen on unknowing ears. she wasn't sure if Theo knew the nature of her mutation. She wasn't sure if any of her powers made sense to him, but the fact of the matter was it was sometimes hard to tell what was a dream and what was reality. When she could literally do anything she wanted in her dreams, and dreamwalking the dream world seemed like the normal world only with her added ability of defying the laws of physics it got a little confusing at times.
She blinked a few times staring at him. Her lips cried out for the taste of his once more and suddenly she decided she didn't care if she was awake or asleep. She was going to enjoy this moment either way. Kendra pressed her lips against his shoulder. She moaned out as her teeth sank into that firm muscle. Her nails dug into the skin of his back and she slithered back closer to the headboard, unwilling to pull her lips away from him.
[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]’Kendra.’ He thought and smiled. He’d known a Kendra, but she was nothing like the girl writhing in pleasure beneath him. She’d been a rude woman with no manners at all. He absolutely hated her unlike this girl. Her southern accent tickled his eardrums as she spoke. Feeling her skin against his sent fire through his veins.
He bit at her neck, trying to find her soft spot. When he did he focused on it for a moment, making the skin a dark purple before giving it a final lick and moving a little further down. His hands moved to the top of her skirt and began pulling until it was gone along with her leggings. In the back of his head he heard a nagging voice telling him to slow down, but he didn’t want to. It had been so long since he was with someone intimately.
He gave a surprised grunt when she pulled him closer and touched his shoulder. His eyes darted up to her face as he heard her whisper. “No Kendra, I assure you. This is all very real.” He said and went back to her neck before his hands reached down to get her out of her skirt and leggings. He groaned in pleasure at her love bite on his shoulder before he took off the rest of their clothing. He wanted nothing between him and her. Pulling the blankets back up he kissed her sweetly.
