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Feb. 7th, 2006 12:58 am"You will feast upon my flesh as you writhe in the depths of Hell."
Guppy stumbles forwards, the fiery depths of Hell in front of him
"NO. You are not real. Begone and do not plague me. I have had enough!"
He is down on all fours, trying desperately to control his breathing, to bring himself out of it.
"Feel that smoke all around, consuming, poisoning. You will become that smoke."
"BEGONE!" he gasps for breath and feels every muscle shaking. And the red and blue flames of energy rise from his hands, tearing at the images that taunt him so.
The images vanish. He gasps for breath.
Lesson one, make them go away. Lesson two, make them go away without passing out.
As he slumps to the ground once more, he makes a mental note to work on lesson two.
For now it is one small step to recovery, but one giant leap towards it.
When he comes to everything is dark and very silent. For a moment he just lies on the floor, taking deep breaths and trying not to feel so sick. He is shaking like a leaf as he stumbles to his feet and flops back onto the bed. He is asleep again within minutes.
***
He is ready for the second one. Almost as soon as his mind registers a dream, he focuses, consciously overriding the image of blood on his hands. Instead, a deep red flame that he throws at the images until they subside.
He gasps for breath as the hyperventilation takes hold again. But he doesn't get up this time. He stays completely flat, trying to count and slow his breaths in his head.
Iti, ni, san, si, go, roku, siti, hati, kjuu, zyuu...
His breathing gradually slows down and he begins to relax again, soon drifting back into a deep sleep.
Guppy stumbles forwards, the fiery depths of Hell in front of him
"NO. You are not real. Begone and do not plague me. I have had enough!"
He is down on all fours, trying desperately to control his breathing, to bring himself out of it.
"Feel that smoke all around, consuming, poisoning. You will become that smoke."
"BEGONE!" he gasps for breath and feels every muscle shaking. And the red and blue flames of energy rise from his hands, tearing at the images that taunt him so.
The images vanish. He gasps for breath.
Lesson one, make them go away. Lesson two, make them go away without passing out.
As he slumps to the ground once more, he makes a mental note to work on lesson two.
For now it is one small step to recovery, but one giant leap towards it.
When he comes to everything is dark and very silent. For a moment he just lies on the floor, taking deep breaths and trying not to feel so sick. He is shaking like a leaf as he stumbles to his feet and flops back onto the bed. He is asleep again within minutes.
***
He is ready for the second one. Almost as soon as his mind registers a dream, he focuses, consciously overriding the image of blood on his hands. Instead, a deep red flame that he throws at the images until they subside.
He gasps for breath as the hyperventilation takes hold again. But he doesn't get up this time. He stays completely flat, trying to count and slow his breaths in his head.
Iti, ni, san, si, go, roku, siti, hati, kjuu, zyuu...
His breathing gradually slows down and he begins to relax again, soon drifting back into a deep sleep.
