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Posted by The Sandman (Jewel) on 7/10/2008, 10:25 pm
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The Sandman
Simultaneity, Part III: Don’t Come Close
“Only thing that you regret is you need more time to forget.”-Joey Ramone
Addison LeCavalier walks slowly next to Wesley Dodds as they wander the longs hallways of the helicarrier. Wesley saw a beauty within the sadness of her eyes but more than that he felt bound to her. He too experienced an awakening to a world out of his control. He had the prophetic dreams that compelled him to create The Sandman and here was this young woman having a great power awaken within her. She spoke softly with a voice of a girl, wavering with a mixture fear and awe. Dodds felt further from reality as he walked next to her in the flickering overhead lights. He knew that he only looked his age in his mid twenties but he had already lived a lifetime before. He had seen and experienced more than one man should be allowed. He wondered if it wasn’t part of his atonement: to keep living to make up for the sins of his youth, the sins of the past.
“Do you know why they brought me here, Wes?” Addison looks up into his dark eyes. He scarcely can stand it. His mind was taking him back to another with similar eyes.
“I don’t know much more than you. I overhear things though. I want to find something on this ship.”
“What is it?”
“I can’t really explain what it is but we need to find it.”
“Is this a metaphor you’re chasing or…”
“No, it’s real enough. There are wonders that are beyond belief. There’s a mystic here we need to seek out.”
“I don’t know.”
“The truth is what we need. We can hide from our true selves but the truth always emerges.”
“Basically, we can’t change our destiny.” Addison dropped her head as she spoke with that voice like a child.
“Some things can not be changed.”
Wesley Dodds stood up. He felt none of his wounds only the adrenaline surging through his body. He shook loose a piece of the packing twine he had been bound to the chair with staring at Richard Belmont squirming on the concrete floor of the warehouse coughing from the gas. Dodds’ left eye twitched from the blood running from his cut brow. Belmont stared up at him trying to smile only coughing with a feverous pace.
“You’re finished. I’m bringing you in.” Wesley summoned up all the strength he could muster to speak in a voice which exuded authority. It was powerful but was shaky.
“You’re the one who’s finished. I won, Wesley.”
“You couldn’t break me. Just give it up.”
“You don’t see how this is all going to end yet, do you?”
“Why don’t you just tell me then?” Wesley felt his legs start to involuntarily tremble from the pain he was in even if he couldn’t feel it just now.
“You’re going to destroy yourself. You have to kill me, Wesley. This is how it ends me dead by your hands.”
“I’m not you.”
“I know you think that but…you have to kill me. You know I’ll reveal your identity, what you did to me; you already have the blood on your hands.” Belmont felt his lungs burn deeper than me as he coughed blood up. Dodds gas was more powerful than Wesley had thought it was. Wesley had used a higher concentration in the shoe cartridge designing it as a weapon of last resort. Wesley looks away knowing that he was trapped. He had created this fate for himself long before he had fought Belmont the first time with the experimental fear agent. He signed for this moment the day he put the mask on. There was nothing for him to base any of his decisions on from this point out. There was no one in a situation like this before. Dodds looked down at Belmont on the ground the arrogant smile on his face.
“I can’t do it. I can’t murder you.” Wesley speaks softly as another thought came to him. Was it actually murder? It seemed to be self defense. It was self defense; he couldn’t allow Belmont to take everything away from him. He had tortured him enough for this lifetime. Wesley felt his hands grip the throat of Richard Belmont as he whispered to himself.
“God forgive me.” He had the faith that he could find mercy from the lord but Dian…
“Wes, you’re a hero...” Addison pauses trying to reword herself.
“I mean, you actually did the hero thing. The mask and all. What’s that like?” It was the phrasing of a child. She had lived a sheltered life. Dodds thought about it. How truly cruel that this young woman should have a great power that thrust her into a world she knew little about let alone the dangerous path of those who face what the night hides.
“It’s all about the choices you make.”
“Isn’t that just life.”
“Everything is convoluted what you think is a clear choice you’ll be making recompense for the rest of your life…” Dodds voice falters as he looks down at his gloved hands. Richard Belmont had been an evil man and deserved to die but Wesley still felt his throat in his hands at night before the dreams came to set his path right once more. It was that first life he took that he remembered. It was nothing more than desperation and sheer act of survival. It was over in a breath and then the heaviness of the action fell upon his shoulders. He had to tell Dian…There were tears falling still from another time, another place even as Wesley stood next to the bright faced girl with hope and wonder in her eyes…
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