Post by The Muse on Oct 15, 2009 23:43:02 GMT -5
Title: Under the Sway of a Full Moon
Challenge: #5 Dreams
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing/Characters: Oz, Scrappy Doo, and Tony Levin (bass player of King crimson) all appear.
Summary: A dream Oz is having.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There be violence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Oz and Scrappy Doo. I also do not own Tony Levin. He is his own man.
Word Count: 512
Author's Note: This dream takes place during the full moon the month after New Moon Rising (Buffy Season 4).
The feel and sound of wind flying past my face delivers the sensation of speed. Darkness surrounds me completely, with no knowledge of where I am heading. I strain to see clearly; my supernatural senses begin piercing the shadows. I start seeing light ahead of me, two columns starting just in front of me and aiming forward. The headlights illuminate the road ahead as the van rockets forward. I look over at my passenger. The little guy stands in the seat facing forward, punching and kicking the air in front of him, all the while muttering “Lemme at ‘em,” “I’ll splat ‘em,” and “Puppy power,” over and over again.
I look down on him with concern. “You should wear your seatbelt.”
“Speak for yourself, buster!” he barks back at me, and points ahead down the trail. I look forward, and in the distance see the back of a very familiar floating head in the abyss. As we get closer, it grows larger. Fist size, then head size, then person size, then building size, then planet size. The car spills toward the sheet of red hair ahead. The hope I felt upon first seeing the head turns the fear and anger. The hairs get darker and larger and begin to spread out. The van slams into a brown, almost black, strand of hair. I fly through the windshield head first, the glass tearing at my rippling flesh as the hair grows and begins to cover me. I hit the ground on all fours running, darting through the trees in a mad chase. The beast has taken hold and it senses prey ahead. Running through the forest at full speed, I know that what I want is ahead, just out of sight. I see a light ahead. I burst through the tree line into the light exhilarated, knowing that I have won the chase. Instead, I find myself inside some kind of temple or monastery. Incense fills the room and I am surrounded by hundreds of Tony Levins in orange robes. I notice the chains with hooks on the end that each one wields, and my vision goes red. I begin slaughtering the Levins, but am quickly wrapped in chains and held down. I find the strength to grab hold of a few chains and pull, bringing a few Levins to me and to their deaths. More chains come at me and they encapsulated my body, completely immobilizing me. There is a loud boom from overhead that fills my ears. Hundreds of lightning bolts come from the dark skies down into the now topless building. Each bolt goes into a Levin and down their chains to the ball of metal with me inside. Extreme pain courses through my body causing my growl of anger and frustration to turn into a howl of agony.
I jerk upright, still screaming. My body is covered in a cold sweat and my heavy breathing fills the air with steam. I turn around and look out the front of the van, and sit there staring at a full moon.
Challenge: #5 Dreams
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing/Characters: Oz, Scrappy Doo, and Tony Levin (bass player of King crimson) all appear.
Summary: A dream Oz is having.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: There be violence.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the characters of Oz and Scrappy Doo. I also do not own Tony Levin. He is his own man.
Word Count: 512
Author's Note: This dream takes place during the full moon the month after New Moon Rising (Buffy Season 4).
The feel and sound of wind flying past my face delivers the sensation of speed. Darkness surrounds me completely, with no knowledge of where I am heading. I strain to see clearly; my supernatural senses begin piercing the shadows. I start seeing light ahead of me, two columns starting just in front of me and aiming forward. The headlights illuminate the road ahead as the van rockets forward. I look over at my passenger. The little guy stands in the seat facing forward, punching and kicking the air in front of him, all the while muttering “Lemme at ‘em,” “I’ll splat ‘em,” and “Puppy power,” over and over again.
I look down on him with concern. “You should wear your seatbelt.”
“Speak for yourself, buster!” he barks back at me, and points ahead down the trail. I look forward, and in the distance see the back of a very familiar floating head in the abyss. As we get closer, it grows larger. Fist size, then head size, then person size, then building size, then planet size. The car spills toward the sheet of red hair ahead. The hope I felt upon first seeing the head turns the fear and anger. The hairs get darker and larger and begin to spread out. The van slams into a brown, almost black, strand of hair. I fly through the windshield head first, the glass tearing at my rippling flesh as the hair grows and begins to cover me. I hit the ground on all fours running, darting through the trees in a mad chase. The beast has taken hold and it senses prey ahead. Running through the forest at full speed, I know that what I want is ahead, just out of sight. I see a light ahead. I burst through the tree line into the light exhilarated, knowing that I have won the chase. Instead, I find myself inside some kind of temple or monastery. Incense fills the room and I am surrounded by hundreds of Tony Levins in orange robes. I notice the chains with hooks on the end that each one wields, and my vision goes red. I begin slaughtering the Levins, but am quickly wrapped in chains and held down. I find the strength to grab hold of a few chains and pull, bringing a few Levins to me and to their deaths. More chains come at me and they encapsulated my body, completely immobilizing me. There is a loud boom from overhead that fills my ears. Hundreds of lightning bolts come from the dark skies down into the now topless building. Each bolt goes into a Levin and down their chains to the ball of metal with me inside. Extreme pain courses through my body causing my growl of anger and frustration to turn into a howl of agony.
I jerk upright, still screaming. My body is covered in a cold sweat and my heavy breathing fills the air with steam. I turn around and look out the front of the van, and sit there staring at a full moon.
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