Death Hunters 04: What Lie in Dreams

    A great wooden ship with six white sails, a crew of hardened sea dogs. The ocean roars, echoing the laughter of the crew as they “har” and “ar” and celebrate the bounties of gold and jewels that float over the surface of the deck yet don’t impede their going about their work.

   The wheel and chugging down some looted red wine is Captain Betty.

   “My crew!” she yells as they cheer, “Enjoy and celebrate for we are the greatest pirate crew there ever was!”

   “har!” scream the cookie cutter cliché pirate crew, the gold and jewels now missing from the floor, and replaced by golden treasure chests tied down here and there.

   Its one big party, despite the random scene changes and the number of people in her crew appearing to be inconsistent in both number of personage. The sunny day, the blue waves, its all perfect despite those things, after all Betty knows all too well what is going on.

   *crash!*

  The ship suddenly stops, the sky darkens, the whole boat lifts into the air. Manifesting before the boat is the flesh mountain
of the monster Ravana, its spider face phasing into presence as the crew, more and more, as though they were materializing from the deck solely for this purpose, fall into its open mouth. Over the sides Betty can see its giant vulture head scorpion claws holding the sides of the boat, yet not damaging the hull. In fact she is still standing perfectly normal.

   “No!” she screams, “This is my dream! I won’t let you ruin it!”

   The boat is suddenly right again, and she is holding a bazooka over her shoulders.

   “That’s my girl.” says Ravana in a voice that is most certainly not Ravana’s voice. No it’s the voice of…

   “The Thing Named Jim?” says Betty as the remainder of the crew vanish like ghosts, along with the golden treasure chests.

    The spider like face of Ravana morphs into the face of the Thing Named Jim, but only long enough for a broad smile before he appears in his normal form on the ship standing before Betty, the giant body of Ravana vanishes, turning pixilated like some 8-bit videogame before fading out.

   Betty leaps back yelling, “Red Gun!” which just appears in her hand with out even needing to pull it from its holster.

   The fire ball however travels far too slow as Jim catches it between his index finger and thumb, snuffing it out like a dust bunny or clump of dirt.

   “This is a dream,” says Jim.

   “I already knew that!” snaps Betty.

  “But I am real,” he continues, “I may not be able to go to Other World to find you my dear, but I can go into the Dream World.”

   He starts to walk about like the cock of the walk proud of himself, “Oh, yeah, I can’t bring you back home with me, oh, no, no, no, but I’m going to come back again, and again, and again, every night. Oh yeah baby, dream time happy time…oh yeah!” He actually does jazz hands arms wide open at “oh yeah!” earning him an eye roll and sneer from Betty. As much as she likes to be funny and cute this guy takes it to a completely psychotic level.

    “Oh,” says Jim, “That can’t out wrong, I mean I’m not going to rape you or anything, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, no, no, no, I’m going to prove to you that I am the perfect man for you, we are destined to be together.”

   He claps his hands and the whole scene changes to a fancy French restaurant, minus any other guests. A white table cloth with two place setting, a lit red candle in the middle with a silver ornate holder.

   “I like funny thing,” he says, “you like funny thing, we’re both immortal, we’re perfect for each other.”

   “I like cute thing,” she says, “you’re just insane, you think just because you have the powers of a cartoon character God that you can act like one with out any ramifications.”

   “So?” he says, “I am a god, I can act however I want.”

   “Really?” she says, “Then explain how you can’t enter Nirvana, Hell, or Other World?”

   He shrugs, “Only a matter of time. Now sit!”

  A chair grabs her up and forces her to sit at the table, Jim sitting down across from her. She finds her legs in metal clasps.

  “Now for some service.” he says clapping his hands, “Garson, waitress, we’d like some service over here like two hours ago!”

   A busty raven haired beauty dressed up like a waitress appears. Betty notices she is a little off, ear ears are pointed, her eyes are red, her fingernails are sharp, and her eye teeth are unusually long.

   “What will the masseur and the madam be having tonight on their dream date?

  “I,” starts Jim before being interrupted by the waitress

  “may I recommend,” she says, “the blue balls for the ass-hole and one ass-hole wrap for the madam.”

  They both do a double take as this woman snaps her fingers. From below Jim large gauze like straps swarm up around him; his chair vanishing in the process, and wrap him up tight pinning his legs together, his arms against his sides, and even covering his mouth. As much as he struggles all he can do is wiggle about like a worm. Betty is absolutely dumb-founded.

   “You can stand now miss,” the woman says, “I have blocked off his power, you are free to stand.”

   Betty stands and stammers out a, “Thank…but how?”

   From the woman’s back a great pair of bat wings appear, a second smaller pair appears on her head above her ears.

   “I,” she says, “an a first generation, true as true can be, Dream World Succubus.”

   “A…succubus?” asks Betty.

   “Yes,” she says, “but don’t worry, it would be a long explanation to explain why there are so many variations across the multi-verse with so many different behaviors and methods, and levels of power, but just know this we here in the Dream World are like its management staff, overseers, and what not, and a lot more powerful than any wild hybrid descended soul sucker you’d be likely to find most anywhere else.”

   She turns on her heels, hands on hips towards Jim, “and you mister, better watch your step. Your power effects physical reality this in case you forgot is the Dream World. Oh and by the way the goddess of Dream World, the all powerful Dream Weaver is the daughter of the goddess of Other World, so your ass is lucky I was sent instead of just roasting your stupid ass.”

   *cough* , “ahem, I mean, you were forbidden from entering Other World, as this woman is dreaming from a world in that pocket universe, this part of Dream World is deemed as part of Aesperia in Other World, therefore your coming here is deemed as a violation of your limitations. To make sure you can’t pull any other loop hole tricks your access to the Ethereal, Astral, and other sub-dimensional layers that cross over with Other World have also been locked off.”

   She bows to Betty and vanishes, as does Jim, leaving Betty back where she started, on the ship. However she quickly awakens, shooting up right in bed looking around the Inn room, over at the other three beds in this large four bed family/adventurer party room they splurged on, that Rhulan, Cata, and Hollia still with cat ears, with Lin Lin coiled up next to her are sleeping on in the dark. She knows that wasn’t completely a dream, she can feel it.

   Back in the world of The Thing Named Jim, in a hallway filled with mirrors Jim finds himself standing before the Mirror of Dreams, now with an X marked on via straps, which are inside the reflection its self, on the other side of the mirror in a sense, with a little yellow circle face in the middle sticking out its tongue.

   Jim throws himself to the floor kicking and screaming, shaking the whole building with his stomps and punches, “Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it….!!!!!!” He screams over and over again before he stops suddenly and sits up on the floor cross-legged.

   *sniff*

   He looks back up at the mirror glaring, “Why….” He growls, “Why, how, what, where, when…I am supposed to be the big baddie!”