| I'm Dreaming...; Chapter 23: A Dream Interrupted [SD 30] | |
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| Night | Jun 21 2008, 07:38 PM Post #1 |
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‘Clank! Clank! Clank!’ A relentless clanging of metal on stone hammers on my brain. But where is it coming from? Why can’t I see anything? Slowly, but surely, my vision starts to fade in – it is blurred at first, but as it begins to return to normal I find to some surprise that I am the source of the sound. In my right hand is a large metal hammer – my hand itself is blurred... ... I’m dreaming. I am knelt on the ground once more in the field. As usual in this field in my dreams I am dressed in the armour of a samurai. The armour itself seems to have been crafted of the night sky, and although I wear no helmet my face, as always, is obscured by my mask. As if part of some automated machinery, my arm swings, banging the hammer down onto a large piece of stone on the ground in front of me. The movement is completely involuntary and I know consciously that it ultimately serves no purpose that could possibly warrant me sitting here for as long as I suspect I have been. But still I hammer away as do a group of eight samurai dressed similarly to myself, their faces obscured by helmets though. Each of them kneels around a huge roped off rectangular area in the middle of the field and as we hammer away at the stone, I know that we are rebuilding my keep; or perhaps building a new and improved one. While the last had been build of solid bamboo, this one I know is built entirely of stone. In general appearance too, the last keep had possessed a certain darkness to it, whereas it seems that even the stone used in the building here emanate more light. “Night! Help me!” What was that? A voice. A whisper… but more than a whisper. It was as if someone whispered directly in my ear, although a quick inspection reveals that not to be the case. I twist around but there is no movement around me. The whisper echoes in my brain but I force myself to focus on the task at hand and immediately my arm returns to hammering. “NIGHT! Help me!” There it was again! It was more forceful this time – more fearful also. As if someone were in real trouble. Again I crane my neck around and once again I find nothing out of the ordinary around me. The castle is now half built and the samurai of my personal guard all hammer away mechanically. Turning to the captain of the guard I am shocked and somehow not surprised to see him not even affected by the whisper. “You did hear that... didn’t you?” I ask him, starting to question my own ears. “Hear what, my lord?” the captain responds flatly. Well I guess that answers my question. “Don’t worry about it.” “NIGHT! Help me!” The whisper again, more desperate now. I feel the goose bumps rise on the back of my neck and on my arms and legs, the sensation of which causes me to let out a shudder. Knowing that I will find no one around me I refrain from turning to look around. The voice is starting to shake me though and I focus very hard on the task in front of me. “A new opponent will be here soon,” I startle as the captain makes this statement, flinching and double checking that it was actually him the voice came from. It does me little good though as his mask is covered by his helmet and that aside, I know his face would be blurred beyond recognition. Knowing his words ring true I raise my head and look to that same spot at the edge of the woods. Almost on cue a dark figure emerges from the shadows. From the silhouette I can just make out a shaggy head of hair and an equally shaggy beard. I rise to my feet, ready to meet my challenge... “NIGHT!” ... it’s closer... “Help me!” ... I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS NOW! Shaking from the haunting pleas for help I recklessly draw my katana from its sheathe and start off towards the quickly approaching figure, happy to have a distraction from this disembodied voice. The figure sees me approaching and without warning hurls something at me from his right arm. It hits me square in the face and I am shocked to find an empty and crumpled up soda can. Undeterred by the debris I keep moving towards the figure. He reaches back and hurls something else at me – this one is larger and I manage to duck out of the way. The broken lamp sails over my head, followed quickly by an old boot and a worn out old tire. Feeling defensive due to the barrage I charge at the figure, barging him hard with my shoulder and forcing him backwards. I feel his knees buckle slightly before he stumbles. “NIGHT! Help me!” The pleading is unbearable, “WHO ARE YOU?” I yell out around me, “HOW CAN I HELP YOU IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED HELP WITH?” ‘Clunk-brrrrrrrrrrrrr!’ “Ow!” I rub my masked face where the figure just hit me with a broken alarm clock. Whether it was broken before it hit me or not, I don’t know; but it’s broken now. I can’t let myself get distracted and desperately I slash at him again but I might as well be slashing at shadows for all the good it does. “NIGHT!” That’s it, I’ve had enough of this. I turn angrily as I yell, “I TOLD YOU! I CAN’T HELP YOU IF YOU DON’T...” I stop mid-sentence as another figure emerges from the forest. As if gliding, a man in a flowing robe with a tall, pointed hat walks with an eerie stillness towards me. Not him... not the arch-bishop! In inhuman time he has made his way to me and suddenly all thought of the debris throwing man is out of my mind. Fearfully I back away from the arch-bishop who has haunted my dreams before; the man who controlled my actions and twisted my mind, playing with it like a toddler with a favourite toy. I won’t let him do that again, but a part of me is curious why now, after all this time, he would re-emerge to torment me once more. Deciding to strike before being struck I lunge at him, spear tackling him to the ground before perching over him. “What do you want?” I ask gruffly, through a clenched jaw. My eyes narrow to slits as we make eye contact. Although I am masked I feel as though he looks straight into my eyes. When suddenly I am confronted by an image that makes me jump – in place of the archbishop’s blurred face, I am instead confronted by the friendly face of my mentor, Akira Kimura – his face uncharacteristically contorted with fear and desperation. “Help me!” Arch-bishop Kimura exclaims. Frightened and confused I stand and back away from him. “NIGHT!” As I back away I bump into something, I turn and find myself face to face with the latest challenger to emerge. Without warning, his face too morphs into that of my teacher before my eyes. “Help me!” he pleads. Desperate for escape I run towards my guard, who still kneel around the unfinished castle. I reach them in a flash and immediately turn to the captain, more looking for guidance than protection, although reliable allies never go awry. “What’s going on?” I ask him. He provides no answer. I shake him, but he isn’t moving. He isn’t even hammering – none of them are. They just kneel there stoically, staring off ahead of them. Once more I shake the captain by the shoulders, repeating my question, this time more demanding in tone, “What’s going on?” A thought strikes me, although I am afraid of what the answer might be. Slowly I reach my hand towards the captain’s helmet, unhooking it with ease and slowly lifting it off his head. “NIGHT!” I leap backwards as the face of my mentor is once more revealed. “Help me!” And suddenly they’re all coming at me. Everywhere I turn. I turn left and find myself face to face with the shaggy haired Master Kimura, to the right I find Archbishop Kimura, ahead of me is Guard Captain Kimura and behind me are all seven Samurai Kimura Warriors. “Help me!’ They speak in unison, the words surrounding me, choking me. “Night!” The words overwhelm me and my vision blacks out. “Night!” “Night!” “Night!” AKIRA KIMURA: Night! NIGHT: AAAH! With a start I wake and am immediately met by the face of my mentor, Akira Kimura. His usually boisterous and cheerful face currently reflects a very different image though as he stares at me solemnly. It takes me another moment to realize we are in the back of a limo. AKIRA KIMURA: Sorry to startle you, but we’re here. He indicates outside to a large building. ’XHSRO – 92.5FM’ Great, another radio appearance, this world tour has been a great experience, but the media appearances have been brutal. From the looks of thing my guess is that I fell asleep in the cab. NIGHT: Are you ok, Master? AKIRA KIMURA: Of course, Akumu, why would you ask? NIGHT: You just don’t quite seem... yourself. Master Kimura grins broadly at me and immediately looks much more like himself. I’m not sure if this is real or just a very convincing front. I don’t believe him, but somehow this gesture makes me feel a lot better. AKIRA KIMURA: I’m fine, I’m fine! How are you feeling? Not to sound repetitive, but... NIGHT: Why would you ask? AKIRA KIMURA: Well Akumu, not everyone wakes from sleep screaming and twitching as often as you do. NIGHT: I... no... I guess not. Master Kimura looks relieved to have changed the topic. I think he thinks he has me fooled, but I definitely noticed. AKIRA KIMURA: You’ve been in sVo now, I’m guessing you’re over your initial nerves? NIGHT: Yes, months ago. AKIRA KIMURA: And you’re not too worried about this Sunday? NIGHT: Well look, he might be unconventional, but so am I. And I know that Mad Max is dangerous in the ring – everyone saw that at Redemption. But I am focused and destined to establish myself as the greatest International Champion sVo has ever had before going on to challenge for and capture the World Championship. That destiny was slowed and nearly lost to me two weeks ago. I can not and will not let that slip away any further. I can’t afford to lose my momentum going into Countdown to Violence. AKIRA KIMURA: I know, it’s good to hear you’re focused though. Come on, lets get this interview over, it’s the last before Showdown so you can get some rest finally – you’ve been training all week. NIGHT: I know, it’s just been great being so nearby Elijah. For the first time today Master Kimura REALLY smiles. NIGHT: Well, lets go then. Master Kimura springs from the door onto the sidewalk and I follow him a moment later. Last interview of the day? Sounds good! |
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