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Posted by The Sandman (Jewel) on 7/4/2008, 5:30 pm
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The Sandman
Simultaneity, Part II: Cold Brains
“Day one of hope, a hangman’s rope pulls me one way or another.”-Beck
“There is no hope for you now.” Richard Belmont says slapping Wesley Dodds as hard as he could to wake him back up. Dodds had been trying to stay conscious but the blood loss and the pain kept him in a state of unawares. Wesley, his head hanging low, opens his swollen eyes looking down at his bare chest bleeding over dried blood as Belmont stands over him with no expression choosing another shard of glass to begin cutting him again with. Dodds swallows feeling nothing but blood in his dry mouth. Wesley tries to lift his head as the pain explodes again in his brain. He wasn’t sure how much more torture he could endure. Belmont was right though, there was no hero coming to aid. The Shadow had all but used him as a diversionary tactic to take down his archenemy, Shiwan Khan, leaving Wesley to the devices of Richard Belmont. Dodds felt the loss of hope growing as even when he lost consciousness his visions were no longer there. Had God abandoned him as well?
“Are you ready to start telling me about where you go when you close your eyes yet?” Belmont lifts high a jagged piece glass up dropping it to listen to it shatter. A brief smile flickers across his face as he peers down at Wesley’s face. Dodds tries to speak finding the very act of speech nearly impossible.
“I have no secrets.”
“You do and you’re going to tell me. What’s death between friends: an intimate thing.”
Wesley steps back sharply dropping his gasmask to the metal surface of the flight deck of the helicarrier staring at the woman in the light blue dress with those piercing gray eyes. She turns away from Wesley in shock grabbing her head.
“What did you do!?!” Dodds shrieks in pain as he takes a knee trying to push past the sensation.
“I didn’t mean to. I have trouble controlling it.” She looks back at Wesley with a tear streaking down her cheek.
“What are you?”
“I don’t know. I did some things…I ran away and a man in a blue and gold costume brought me here.” She looks at Wesley longingly.
“I understand, he brought me here too.” Dodds felt a sense of sympathy towards the girl, no older than twenty feeling uncertain and troubled by a power she didn’t want.
“You want to tell me about?” She asks softly before adding. “I’m Addison.”
“Wesley Dodds.”
“Who is that inside of you, Wesley?” Belmont was straddling the chair Dodds’ was bound to curling his lips up.
“I’m no one special.”
“You aren’t but there is something greater there inside you. I thought I could tap into it but you want to keep it hidden.”
“I don’t know what you want. I’m just a man.” Wesley speaks slowly feeling the blood in his mouth from his busted lip.
“You might be but what drives you?”
“I…”
“Do you believe that it’s really God that leads you out into the black?”
“I do what…”
“You really think that God would want you to dress up like a nightmare, gassing people, while speaking vaguely poetical.”
“I do what he needs me to.” Dodds shuts his eyes not wanting to say anything but it was the way Belmont spoke dry and clipped pushing him, prodding him.
“It’s not God, Wesley. You are a tool of the devil, same as me.” Richard speaks so slowly his face practically on top of Dodds. Belmont watches Dodds’ eyes grow dim again as he steps back turning his back to pick up another piece of glass. Wesley slows his breathing knowing that he only had one chance to do this. He closes his eyes saying a silent prayer that he still had enough strength to pull this off. Wesley Knew that he was limited if he should ever get captured so he kept a cartridge of his gas in his right shoe to be activated by hitting a hidden trigger on the side with his other foot. Dodds counted to three hits the gas sending a cloud of green gas out towards Belmont who starts to cough turning away covering his face as Wesley summons a courage he only he hoped that he still had jerked his body backwards sending the chair careening to the floor breaking. Wesley struggles with the ropes trying to free himself from the bindings and the parts of chair as Belmont struggles to not to succumb to the gas.
White Wolf sips his coffee sitting at the first now fully operational Starbucks within the helicarrier as the Captain of the Hatut Zeraze (Dogs of War) uncloaks before him. White Wolf as always was nonplussed by the sudden appearance of his chief of security. He had been expecting him like always, if you stay ready, there is no need in getting ready. He sips his coffee looking over schematics of the Helicarrier.
“Wolf, we have problems.”
“That’s putting it mildly and in a vague manner. We have all the problems of an aircraft carrier, C130, franchise coffee bar owners, and a small town combined. So, what pray tell is the new set of problems.”
“It’s our newest passengers.”
“We don’t have passengers, this is not the Love Boat, no matter how much Booster Gold may lobby for it to make revenue for us. I will not sit idly by while he fills my ship with washed up B listers to guest star. WE HAVE RECRUITS!”
“Well, The Sandman might be less of a recruit and more trouble than what he’s worth.”
“He’s started talking to Ms. Addison LeCavalier.”
“I’m aware of what that might entail but he could use a refresher on what it’s like to suffer. We can all use a lesson on sacrifice.
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