Things To Run Away From Really Fast!

[Samael]

Hi, I'm back. Disappeared of the face of the earth for a while (work related stuff, yikes), but I'm back. And apparently the DJ threads are being phased out. Fuck up my system, will you? ----------------------- Thursday, June 10 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #69: Something Blue I'm running away from something. I'm underground, and it's dark and brown and I propel myself forward upward through the cave system. The thing I'm running away from is catching up to me, but I realize that I'm dreaming. I spin on my heel, turn around to confront the creature. I feel an icy thrill of fear when I see it. An inky black miasma chokes the air around me, and I can feel the creature's energy trying to infect my every pore. I use that against it. I expand my awareness, absorbing the black energy and forcing it to change, twisting it into an approximation of my own energy. I blanket the creature in a cloud of soft red and black, my aura, and allow the energy to dissippate. All of my surroundings are gradations of red and black, and I find the atmosphere calming. All that's left of the monster is a swathe of black fabric on the ground, and a round plush toy that doesn't make much sense. I step over the toy and peer out into a gigantic cavern. The very air starts to hum. I can feel bright blue energy spiking through the dream, interrupting the calm dark colours, and the energies start to clash as everything fades to white. Something Blue. Scare Factor: 6. And then I went to the dentist's office and found this: It's identical. Tuesday, June 8 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #70: Spiral Staircases I'm running up an underground staircase. I had the route planned out ahead of time, parkour sequences that he won't be able to duplicate. I've run through the attic of a school and into this place, a spiralling staircase with nothing but a thirty-story fall down the center. I get to level ground, and something feels off. I look at my hand. It's clawed, and pale-white, and moving on its own. I watch with sick fascination as the fingers move in impossible patterns, until I tear my gaze deliberately away, trying not to get more freaked out. When I look behind me, nothing is following. I look down the staircase and wonder what would happen if I - I jump. I feel the sick thrill of falling for a few seconds, before I reach out and catch myself in a web of orange and yellow, meters from the stone floor. I float in mid-air, close my eyes in contentment, and wake up. Spiral Staircases. Scare Factor: 5. Sunday, June 6 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #71: The Job Site I'm Dean Winchester. We're on a hunt, and I'm running from the thing we're trying to kill. I jump over the piles of wood at our job site, aiming for the window of the just-framed basement. I'm lucid out of nowhere. I'm still running and jumping, and nothing is chasing me. I shapeshift to default, frame slimming and I'm moving faster. I vault through the window, over a chain link fence and take down the guard on the other side. He gets up and I shoot force-lightening at him, blue electricity arcing from my fingers. The Job Site. Scare Factor: 2. Friday, June 4 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #72: Corporate Sabotage Two girls hide in a closet behind the bathtub. The dream has been third person for a while now, focusing on the girls, who are part of a super-secret experiment involving clones or superpowers or whatever. The Matron is walking into the room, and the pre-teen girls - Rae and Johanna - are hiding from her. Rae is about to leave the room and face her, hoping that she can still save Johanna from a horrible fate. Rae takes a deep breath and steps out into full view of the office - Only to be blocked from sight by an adult stepping in front of the door. It's me. The Matron is coming in behind me, and I'm distracting her from Rae. "It's always an... experience, hosting a representative of Cypher Industries." The Matron says, ushering me toward one of the chairs facing her desk. "I've no doubt," I say, sending a wink at the girls hovering at the bathroom door. No doubt the Matron knows they're there, but she's ignoring them so far. "If I may ask," she says, sitting down, "What brings you here? Our corporations have not been on the best of terms, as of late. Your safety is not assured." "I'm supposed to give you this." I throw a sheaf of papers onto the desk in front of her. She doesn't touch it. "And this is?" "Oh," I say, rolling my eyes, "Roundabout legaleze that doesn't mean much. It's basically demanding access to what we consider to be our property." "Really?" says the Matron icily, "And what property would this be?" "You are in possession of two very special little girls. We want them; I'm taking them." "Why shouldn't I kill you right now?" Her hands are folded on the table, her head tilted to the side. "Oh, that's easy," I say, leaning back in my chair. "The term is 'Tactical Nuclear Missile Strike'." "Excuse me?" "My team is currently flying directly overhead," I say, leaning forward, "If I flatline, then they will immediately make the entire island -" I wave my hands, "Explode." There is a beat of silence. "Get out." "I'll be taking the brats, then." I jump from my seat, smiling widely, and make for the door. "Pleasure doing business with you!" Rae and Johanna are right behind me. The three of us run down the glass staircase, laughing, as the world unravels around us. Corporate Sabotage. Scare Factor: 2. ...I am a psychopath. Thursday, June 3 Things to Run Away From Really Fast #73: Fighting Fire I'm at a track for horse-races, in the back. There are trailers around, and stalls as well. The place is deserted. I don't know what clued me in to the fact that this was a dream. I think on that for a second, then shrug it off. I've been meaning to try flying. I jump into the air and swoop around for a bit. I remember to try to contain my excitement, but - New dream. I'm probably ten years old, fighting a friend who has decided to be a witch. It's all in fun, and I trace sigils into the windows and tell her she can't get inside. In retaliation, she sets a bulletin board on fire. All of my photographs go up in flames, and I smother the fire with blue energies that aren't a tiny bit wet. Fighting Fire. Scare Factor: 2.