Steve Burnside (
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trans_92010-10-07 07:38 pm
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Alexia's Lullaby [open]
I will make you great.
I will make you powerful.
Steve woke up in a cold sweat, but it was only cold for a moment. Then his body filled with heat, pulsing and surging and roaring in his head. He exhaled a breath he couldn't remember holding, then gasped for more.
The walls of his room were closing in on him. The lights were flickering and the air grew thicker and thicker. He stumbled to his feet and headed towards the door, clutching a hand to his forehead.
You are lucky to bask in my presence. You are lucky to have survived. You will be the one to carry on my legacy.
His head pounded as he stumbled down the hall. The whole crew quarters hallway was getting smaller now, smaller and darker, hotter and hotter. He had to get out before she reached him. He could hear her getting louder until it sounded like she was echoing in his ear, that voice that sent chills down his spine and made him grit his teeth. "Shut up, you bitch... shut up!"
I will raise you above the level of the slime who populate this world. I will give you the purpose you were born to fulfill.
I will give you the privilege of serving me, Mister 267.
Her laughter rang out and he was trapped in that cell again, stumbling up against the cold brick wall. He yelled out in shock and slammed his fists against the door hard enough to sting. "No! NO! NOO!"
Of course, as soon as he'd likely woken anybody sleeping behind the door he was banging on, it all faded and he was left staring blankly down the crew quarter hallway.
[ooc: Whose door is it? I don't know, but whoever you are, you've been awoken by a sleepwalking delirious teenager. Whoops. So much for a good night's sleep...]
I will make you powerful.
Steve woke up in a cold sweat, but it was only cold for a moment. Then his body filled with heat, pulsing and surging and roaring in his head. He exhaled a breath he couldn't remember holding, then gasped for more.
The walls of his room were closing in on him. The lights were flickering and the air grew thicker and thicker. He stumbled to his feet and headed towards the door, clutching a hand to his forehead.
You are lucky to bask in my presence. You are lucky to have survived. You will be the one to carry on my legacy.
His head pounded as he stumbled down the hall. The whole crew quarters hallway was getting smaller now, smaller and darker, hotter and hotter. He had to get out before she reached him. He could hear her getting louder until it sounded like she was echoing in his ear, that voice that sent chills down his spine and made him grit his teeth. "Shut up, you bitch... shut up!"
I will raise you above the level of the slime who populate this world. I will give you the purpose you were born to fulfill.
I will give you the privilege of serving me, Mister 267.
Her laughter rang out and he was trapped in that cell again, stumbling up against the cold brick wall. He yelled out in shock and slammed his fists against the door hard enough to sting. "No! NO! NOO!"
Of course, as soon as he'd likely woken anybody sleeping behind the door he was banging on, it all faded and he was left staring blankly down the crew quarter hallway.
[ooc: Whose door is it? I don't know, but whoever you are, you've been awoken by a sleepwalking delirious teenager. Whoops. So much for a good night's sleep...]

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She was almostnearlysure that everyone who had been sickened earlier were well now. Still, if someone were out there... and it sounded like Steve...
Well, if it was him, there was absolutely no question in her mind that she needed to be there for him immediately. Miku pulled on her robe and hurried to the door, watching it slide open with a sense of impatience. "Steve? Steve, you scared me. What's the matter?"
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He stared blankly at Miku for a moment, looking absolutely baffled. "Miku?" he murmured. "What... what are you talking about?"
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"What happened?" he asked again, almost like he was half-asleep. "I don't..."
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She lead him to her bed and sat him down on it gently, then reached for the handkerchief and the bottle of water at her bedside and wiped at his face. "You look really pale, though..." And warm. The heat was rolling off him even warmer than usual. She offered the water to him next. "Here, drink this."
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"I'm fine," he murmured, reaching to hold her hand. "I-I just... I must've had a nightmare."
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Miku brushed his hair from his face again and tried her best to not sound as worried as she felt.
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Steve stared at him for a moment, then seemed to snap out of whatever little state he was in. "... who are you?" he asked. "What...?"
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"I... Sorry," he said quickly. "I didn't mean to."
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--and he stopped short when the door opened. "What--?!"
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"Huh...?"
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With a slight tone of urgency, Yzak poked his head out into the hallway and looked around, almost expecting a full on ruckus.
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"I... I don't know," he murmured. "I'm sorry..."
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"Then why were you doing that?" A nightmare? After the virus that had just hit, maybe such strange behavior had something to do with that?
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"Oh god. Oh crap." He hadn't exactly intended to say what he was thinking out loud, but, well, his brain wasn't quite firing on all cylinders yet.
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"What...?" He stared at Jamie, looking absolutely baffled. "What's going on?"
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"...I have no idea," he managed in response to Steve's question. "You were kind of...pounding on the door. And yelling."
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"I-I'm really sorry," he said quickly, turning the same shade of red as his hair. "I didn't mean to."
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He had already recognized the other boy, but didn't really want to break this awkward with the awkward from the other day. It was better than continuing this particular conversation, though. "You're that guy from the other day," he said, somewhat out of left field. "You feel better now?"
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