OOC: Second Dream, never stop
“You want to start a war.” Dash lounged on the lime green covers of the hotel bed and stared at the garish ceiling. “With a typewriter.”
“Well traditionally-" Want started, Throne cut him off.
“That’s exactly what we want. Are you in?”
“Guys this is stupid.”
“I don’t know about you, T, but I’m sick of this place jerking us around.” Throne leaned forward in his chair, expression serious. “So again, are you in?”
“Dash, maybe if we work together we can not only get out, but get everyone else out.” Want was serious too, and Dash sat up.
“Yeah, okay, fine. I’m in. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when-"
The wall behind the two, Throne and Want, opened into darkness, and Dash watched helplessly as it swallowed them.
“Don’t stop moving.” A familiar voice spoke and grabbed his arm, and he found himself hauled along, running for his life.
“I hate nightmares.” He said vaguely to the shock of white hair just in front of him, the boy who held his arm.
“It’s not over.” Cross warned. And then they both stood on a sandy beach, and in front of Cross were shadowed figures. Dash turned, pressing his back to Cross’s to face whatever was behind them, only to find himself staring at a couch on the sand. Drake was sitting on it, or rather trying to claw his way over the back, while Bastet pressed her ample chest square into the flailing teen’s face. Raise stood nearby, with Praise draped over him, both of them watching Sky build a rocket.
"Have some of the tea." Justice suggested from a lawn chair. He was wearing a top hat and striped bow tie--since when did Justice wear weird stuff like that?
“What are you doing?” Cross demanded, and Dash felt himself hit the sand and roll as Cross was tossed into him by a shadowed menace he was barely blocking with his sword. “Wake up!”
“I’m trying!” Dash rolled to his feet and raised his hand.
“Young Avengers don’t kill.” Code’s hand gripped Dash’s wrist before the speedster could make those shadowed people disappear for real.
“Yeah, but-" The tingle of magic ran up his arm, and he had time to reach out and grab Cross’s cloak before they both ended up falling into black void.
“I really, really hate nightmares.” Dash complained as Cross glared at him.
“I don’t like your subconscious either.” The other boy agreed, and they both landed in a pile off books.
“I just organized those.” Rabbit complained across the room, coffee mug halfway to his lips.
“Dude, Pinchy, have you seen the Midget?” Dash asked.
“He was with Lucy I think.” Roswell placed a stack of books next to Rabbit. “Why?”
“Because-“
“Move! I said don’t stop! Keep moving!” Cross snapped, grabbing his shoulder and hauling him backwards as the floor caved beneath them. Roswell was reading and Rabbit still drinking his coffee as they fell, Cross was holding onto the walls with his claws, and holding Dash with his other arm.
They managed to climb to the door and step out into the tree.
“What next?” Dash wondered, as they both headed for the elevator.
“I don’t know, but don’t stop this time.” Cross warned.
“You keep saying that, why do we need to keep moving?” Dash turned, but Cross was on fire, consumed in flames and laughing like a deranged lunatic, burning until he was nothing but ash. Dash couldn't do a damn thing, not even move to help his friend.
When he looked back in front of him the aisles of an infinite shoe store stretched far and away. A large dinosaur sniffed at him curiously, and a purple haired woman leaned on its side.
“Long time no see, Green Eyes.”
His heart felt like it stopped.
“Ran...”
“Your friend gave you some pretty good advice. Here’s mine for the mix; don’t end up dead, again.” She patted the dinosaur’s shoulder. “It’s time to wake up, Dash. You have to keep moving.”
The dinosaur lunged forward.
“Well traditionally-" Want started, Throne cut him off.
“That’s exactly what we want. Are you in?”
“Guys this is stupid.”
“I don’t know about you, T, but I’m sick of this place jerking us around.” Throne leaned forward in his chair, expression serious. “So again, are you in?”
“Dash, maybe if we work together we can not only get out, but get everyone else out.” Want was serious too, and Dash sat up.
“Yeah, okay, fine. I’m in. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when-"
The wall behind the two, Throne and Want, opened into darkness, and Dash watched helplessly as it swallowed them.
“Don’t stop moving.” A familiar voice spoke and grabbed his arm, and he found himself hauled along, running for his life.
“I hate nightmares.” He said vaguely to the shock of white hair just in front of him, the boy who held his arm.
“It’s not over.” Cross warned. And then they both stood on a sandy beach, and in front of Cross were shadowed figures. Dash turned, pressing his back to Cross’s to face whatever was behind them, only to find himself staring at a couch on the sand. Drake was sitting on it, or rather trying to claw his way over the back, while Bastet pressed her ample chest square into the flailing teen’s face. Raise stood nearby, with Praise draped over him, both of them watching Sky build a rocket.
"Have some of the tea." Justice suggested from a lawn chair. He was wearing a top hat and striped bow tie--since when did Justice wear weird stuff like that?
“What are you doing?” Cross demanded, and Dash felt himself hit the sand and roll as Cross was tossed into him by a shadowed menace he was barely blocking with his sword. “Wake up!”
“I’m trying!” Dash rolled to his feet and raised his hand.
“Young Avengers don’t kill.” Code’s hand gripped Dash’s wrist before the speedster could make those shadowed people disappear for real.
“Yeah, but-" The tingle of magic ran up his arm, and he had time to reach out and grab Cross’s cloak before they both ended up falling into black void.
“I really, really hate nightmares.” Dash complained as Cross glared at him.
“I don’t like your subconscious either.” The other boy agreed, and they both landed in a pile off books.
“I just organized those.” Rabbit complained across the room, coffee mug halfway to his lips.
“Dude, Pinchy, have you seen the Midget?” Dash asked.
“He was with Lucy I think.” Roswell placed a stack of books next to Rabbit. “Why?”
“Because-“
“Move! I said don’t stop! Keep moving!” Cross snapped, grabbing his shoulder and hauling him backwards as the floor caved beneath them. Roswell was reading and Rabbit still drinking his coffee as they fell, Cross was holding onto the walls with his claws, and holding Dash with his other arm.
They managed to climb to the door and step out into the tree.
“What next?” Dash wondered, as they both headed for the elevator.
“I don’t know, but don’t stop this time.” Cross warned.
“You keep saying that, why do we need to keep moving?” Dash turned, but Cross was on fire, consumed in flames and laughing like a deranged lunatic, burning until he was nothing but ash. Dash couldn't do a damn thing, not even move to help his friend.
When he looked back in front of him the aisles of an infinite shoe store stretched far and away. A large dinosaur sniffed at him curiously, and a purple haired woman leaned on its side.
“Long time no see, Green Eyes.”
His heart felt like it stopped.
“Ran...”
“Your friend gave you some pretty good advice. Here’s mine for the mix; don’t end up dead, again.” She patted the dinosaur’s shoulder. “It’s time to wake up, Dash. You have to keep moving.”
The dinosaur lunged forward.