'You have a great crew...' Pick said, even as John fell face first into the bed. 'To willingly place themselves in your steed.'
John crack his eyes open before closing them again. "Um, glad I didn't have to face him...not after seeing how he and Berrod..." he said, yawning a bit. "If I didn't feel like...like it was them just enjoying seeing blood spill." His mind drifted back to the room that that had been hidden in the house that Khyran and his group were cleaning up. The ideas on what it could be, especially with the cloth that had the Garlean colors.
Pick reach down and ruffle his hair. 'Your Captain isn't a man to do such a thing.' He allow a chuckle. 'Samy would have wanted blood as well if who bid on you and Warren try to push it farther.' His form began to shimmer, the aether that he gather to use this form breaking apart. 'Get some sleep....' then smile as he realize that John had settle into sleep.
****
John blink as he found himself on the same street that he had his first fight all those years ago. Even now, he could see himself and the highlander boy, though he didn't remember the crowd of other boys around them. He move forward, trying to stop what was about to take place, only to slam into a wall. John saw himself attack the other boy first, his hand open as he slap the boy. And the ground drop out from below him.
He could see the boy's life flashing by him as he fell. John then felt his knees hit painfully into the floor, feeling hands shove him face first into the floor, and he turns a little, finding his right arm cake in blood, and missing skin. 'No, no, nononono. We we're rescue. My arm was heal.' He could hear cheers going up from the crowd and he notice that the area look like the hidden room in the house that Aethertide found while fixing it up. His hair was grab and he was pull back, taking in the Garlean uniform over him. His eyes widen as the figure look familiar, almost like Titor but far healthier. Behind the Titor look-a-like he could see the actually Titor along with some of the others from Division, along with Warren and the others. "No, let them go," he said, taking in the state of bodily harm that was done to them.
"Time to earn your keep, slave." a female voice, one that had terror snaking up his spine as he knew the voice. "I'm going to have so much fun watching you break..." John turn, eyes taking in the sight of the siren... serpent-like ever closer to him.
"No...you're dead..." he gasp, trying to ignore the voice, even though it sounded beautiful. He felt his face caught, pull up to look at her, and his will began to drown as the face above him became even more beautiful. He barely notice the daggers being place into his lax hands. "You... you're..." he murmur, feeling himself becoming lost in that smile...those eyes...no, no, no, no... And a fist slam into her face then he was really was drowning in a single violet eye. "howl..." The blond miqo'te nods even as he feels another standing behind him to face off against the siren.
"You dare..." voice choking off as an arrow lodge in the spot were the shell necklace would have been. The area shatter, revealing a mindscape that look like the Grindstone fighting area. "He's can't escape me..." she said, even as the 'body' began to break up.
Pick smile was feral, "We dare and no matter what, you will not hurt Johny." The broken memories fled for now but Pick knew it was only a matter of time now before they try to gain control again. "Something has to be done about them...soon." He looks down, the daggers dropping from John's hands, even as he clung sobbing into Howl's memories. He would have to pay John's Captain a visit. Hopefully, he and first mate wouldn't be too upset with him 'borrowing' Johny's body. He would go to that Khyran if Johny's Captain couldn't figure out a way to deal with that blasted Siren's memories.
*****
John shot up, sobbing, and arms wrap around himself, as if he had been clinging to something that was no longer there. 'Johny,' Pick whisper. 'You need to tell them about this.'
"Pick...I can't. They're just memories," he said.
'Johny, they are...'
"There memories, Pick. They won't hurt anyone else..." He laid back down in bed, turning from Pick. "They will only hurt me for a little while..."
'That it...they aren't fading, Johny.'Â Pick sigh before his image shatter once again.
John stared at the wall. "They aren't but they only hurting me."
John crack his eyes open before closing them again. "Um, glad I didn't have to face him...not after seeing how he and Berrod..." he said, yawning a bit. "If I didn't feel like...like it was them just enjoying seeing blood spill." His mind drifted back to the room that that had been hidden in the house that Khyran and his group were cleaning up. The ideas on what it could be, especially with the cloth that had the Garlean colors.
Pick reach down and ruffle his hair. 'Your Captain isn't a man to do such a thing.' He allow a chuckle. 'Samy would have wanted blood as well if who bid on you and Warren try to push it farther.' His form began to shimmer, the aether that he gather to use this form breaking apart. 'Get some sleep....' then smile as he realize that John had settle into sleep.
****
John blink as he found himself on the same street that he had his first fight all those years ago. Even now, he could see himself and the highlander boy, though he didn't remember the crowd of other boys around them. He move forward, trying to stop what was about to take place, only to slam into a wall. John saw himself attack the other boy first, his hand open as he slap the boy. And the ground drop out from below him.
He could see the boy's life flashing by him as he fell. John then felt his knees hit painfully into the floor, feeling hands shove him face first into the floor, and he turns a little, finding his right arm cake in blood, and missing skin. 'No, no, nononono. We we're rescue. My arm was heal.' He could hear cheers going up from the crowd and he notice that the area look like the hidden room in the house that Aethertide found while fixing it up. His hair was grab and he was pull back, taking in the Garlean uniform over him. His eyes widen as the figure look familiar, almost like Titor but far healthier. Behind the Titor look-a-like he could see the actually Titor along with some of the others from Division, along with Warren and the others. "No, let them go," he said, taking in the state of bodily harm that was done to them.
"Time to earn your keep, slave." a female voice, one that had terror snaking up his spine as he knew the voice. "I'm going to have so much fun watching you break..." John turn, eyes taking in the sight of the siren... serpent-like ever closer to him.
"No...you're dead..." he gasp, trying to ignore the voice, even though it sounded beautiful. He felt his face caught, pull up to look at her, and his will began to drown as the face above him became even more beautiful. He barely notice the daggers being place into his lax hands. "You... you're..." he murmur, feeling himself becoming lost in that smile...those eyes...no, no, no, no... And a fist slam into her face then he was really was drowning in a single violet eye. "howl..." The blond miqo'te nods even as he feels another standing behind him to face off against the siren.
"You dare..." voice choking off as an arrow lodge in the spot were the shell necklace would have been. The area shatter, revealing a mindscape that look like the Grindstone fighting area. "He's can't escape me..." she said, even as the 'body' began to break up.
Pick smile was feral, "We dare and no matter what, you will not hurt Johny." The broken memories fled for now but Pick knew it was only a matter of time now before they try to gain control again. "Something has to be done about them...soon." He looks down, the daggers dropping from John's hands, even as he clung sobbing into Howl's memories. He would have to pay John's Captain a visit. Hopefully, he and first mate wouldn't be too upset with him 'borrowing' Johny's body. He would go to that Khyran if Johny's Captain couldn't figure out a way to deal with that blasted Siren's memories.
*****
John shot up, sobbing, and arms wrap around himself, as if he had been clinging to something that was no longer there. 'Johny,' Pick whisper. 'You need to tell them about this.'
"Pick...I can't. They're just memories," he said.
'Johny, they are...'
"There memories, Pick. They won't hurt anyone else..." He laid back down in bed, turning from Pick. "They will only hurt me for a little while..."
'That it...they aren't fading, Johny.'Â Pick sigh before his image shatter once again.
John stared at the wall. "They aren't but they only hurting me."
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