It's ruined, it's all ruined. It doesn't matter. Life, this is pointless. Even my dream life, everything I created, utterly destroyed. I am a withered husk of a man.
Raven appeared behind me. Other nuclear explosions go off, coming up from the ground. I contain them all in clear energy bubbles. It's getting hard to contain them all. I let go of the bubbles. All the bombs go off, and Raven and I are washed in orange energy, and we turn into husk like corpses. I try to reform us, but it's like silly putty growing out of a rotten corn cob.
"Nomad! What are you doing?" She shot a tentacle of black hair out of the back of her head and grabbed me around the waist as I spread my arms and let myself fall off the building. She pulled me back up.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Look, this is a dream. I can kill myself. It doesn't matter. It's cathartic."
She looked a little angry, hurt, and scared.
"Stop it! I won't let you do that. You have dark energy, let me heal you."
"You can't, they destroyed it all."
"Destroyed what? Nomad! You are seeing illusions! What's in your head?"
I felt a bug like a goliath beetle crawling around in my skull. It felt disgusting. I felt it gnawing on my pineal gland. I summoned a .50 Cal Desert Eagle, and pointed it at my head.
"Nomad! What are you doing!"
"I'm going to kill this son-of-a-bitch parasite!"
"No!"
"It's okay! This a a dream!"
Raven approached me.
"Look, they, the New World Order, the Templars, the archdemon, Nevergawn... those bastards, they will always want to control what the can, and destroy what they cant. They are all about control and destruction, and we about freedom and beauty. There are not many wars, there is just one war. It's the war of peace, versus destruction. Whenever we go to war, we are losing, because it's the big bosses that pit us against each other. Don't you see? We're doomed. It's hopeless. They are too powerful. They keep driving wedges between us. They are trying to do it to Angel and I now. I feel it. They affect the physical more than we ever can, Raven. They have lots and lots of Black Budget government funding. Millions, maybe even billions, not to mention the corporate secret societies that have nothing to do with formal government."
"Nomad! This an illusion."
"Everything is an illusion. Money is an illusion with no value. It's only value is that which we collectively agree it has. An illusion created by the Federal Reserve, the New World Order. This is an illusion."
"Stop it, Nomad. Look past the illusion you now see to the reality. Why aren't your True Sight Goggles working?"
I slammed my fist against my head, and I saw myself standing on a cliff on a tropical mountainside. Everything was beautiful. I felt the beetle pinch the back of my my eyeballs, and I went blind. I scremed in pain. "BAM!" I yelled.
I blew my head off, and the beetle got blown to bits. The insides of my head looked like red jello. MoSh appeared, floating in the sky, in his Shadow Self form. "We are Knight Warriors, Warrior of the Night! Such behavior is unfitting of ones such as us. Reform your head!"
I reformed my head, and MoSh shot black tentacles out of his torso, and wrapped them around my head.
"Now, stop that." Raven started crying. "Look, you're freaking her out."
"Oh my god! Sorry, Raven. ACK! HELP!"
Bookmarks