Wake to a Nightmare.

**PBlade** · 01/29/2007 15:43:15

Timeframe. Post Morpheus' death. Pre-Unlimit

"You do not take things from the Merovingian and get away with it, whelp!"

A swift knee marched mechanically into Peter's chest, like an unfurling piston. His eyes bulged as he bent inwards onto it, his mouth wide, waiting for the scream that never came. He slumped forwards but found the knee gone, dropping instead into a highly polished boot. His head snapped back, his body followed. Lifted off his knees, he flipped backwards in midair before crashing into the desk, reeling pencils and stationary equipment across the clutterred office.

He was at the brink. At the point where one is not dead, but certainly wishes they were. His gut was on fire, and his jaw was devastated. He had a bullet wound in each of his lower thighs, and each one of his fingers had been broken. He was hoping the next move would either be a shot to the head, or something equally fatal. 'Just make it quick' he begged internally.

His attacker stepped forward to where he was sprawled across the table. He was dressed gothically, with high leather boots covering half of his leather pants, and a multi belted shirt hidden underneath a long trenchcoat. His face was chalk white, with blue veins pushing against the paper thin skin, reaching up past his dead lips and bloodshot eyes before tunnelling again around his hairline. His hair was slicked back and tied neatly into a small ponytail at the back, giving him a gentleman's flair, despite the rest of his attire.

He grabbed Peter by the back of the neck and hoisted him up like a bed owner holds a puppy, staring into the dome of his head. The gaze was not returned, the 'pet' too exhausted and resigned to death to care.

"This is the end, child." His voice was clipped, with the hint of slight impedement, caused by a set of teeth being too big for the mouth. His fangs. "The Frenchman does not forget child, and he always exacts his revenge"

His mouth opened into a garish half smile, preparing to bite. He leaned in on the broken man and his mouth gaped wider as he approached the neck. He was never able to begin the feast. His grip on the man slacked, letting him fall back to the table. A slight wheeze indicated he was not dead.

The attacker, on the other hand, certainly was. A small hole in the back of his head indicated the assault, and the eyeball sized hole on his forehead indicated the success. The wound smoked slightly as the man turned a dead grey from head to foot, before falling and breaking to pieces as he fell against the desk.

PBlade flicked open the case of his revolver, checking the ammunition. 5 more silver bullets were nestled against thier casings. He nudged it back in and holstered the gun with a spin. He nodded to either side of him, and his teammates spread out across the room, sweeping for any tracking devices or more opposition. PBlade moved straight forward, however, to where the body of Peter lay on his side, the slight rise and fall of his chest continuing proof that he was still hanging on. His head wobbled slightly and his eyes opened an incriment, a slit of dilated pupil peeing through. He mumbled a breath of nonsense, puncutated with a question mark, before giving up on speech.

"Peter Stewart, I presume?" PBlade said with a grin, leaning forward to scoop him up, "The name's PBlade, and I have to say, I think your parents made an excellent choice when naming you..."

TBC..

**PBlade** · 01/29/2007 15:43:46

Timeframe: Current events

He was amazed that he was allowed to see her. Being in a position of authority within the Zion military did have its perks.

PBlade stepped through the breach, stopping to close the door behind him. Continuing onwards towards the lift, he passed a sultry looking man and woman, both swathed in leather trenchcoats, hidden behind dark sunglasses.

Zion Operatives, PBlade thought to himself. Factionless. Placed by Locke to guard the Oracle. Times were tough indeed.

He pivoted on his foot as he stopped infront of the lift. He didn't press the button, he didn't have the chance. The clanking of the metal doors began thudded into the dank hallway before rolling aside to reveal two more Operatives within, leaning nonchalantly against the back wall of the elevator. They stirred as he entered, moving to bring themselves to the salute. He waved the formality away.

"Stow it, gents. I'm here to see her."

An eyebrow raised above one of the stylish glasses. "So soon, Commander?" Inquired Swift, his curiosity piqued. The other, Bellows, glanced over at him before bringing his attention back to the faction leader. PBlade had placed them there himself, under Locke's order, despite his objection that his Operatives were thin on the ground and needed elsewhere. The Commander had been adamant PBlade not disobey this order, despite his lack of belief in the Oracle's 'fairytales'. Bellows piped up.

"About him?" His voice was curious, but dark.

"Yes" PBlade pushed the tails of his long trenchcoat aside, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Goin' up"

The elevator ride was short and uneventful. Locke had ordered the Operatives to avoid conversation and keep their mind on the current objective, so the 3 men exchanged no words, despite their familiarity, other than the two guards acknowleding their Commander's status checks. As he left them in the lift they attempted to come to the salute again, but he hunched his shoulders as he moved away, telling them both to F*ck off in a clear murmer.

The door to the Oracle's apartment glided open as usual, her attendant waiting as always. She looked different, though. Worn out, belleagured. Current events were taking their toll on everyone, especially those closest to the epicenter.

'PBlade' Her voice was as tired as her appearance. She smiled a weak smile and shuffled aside to let him. He tried his best to keep cheery as he entered, "I assume she's been expecting me?" he said, breathing a laugh at the end.

There was no response. The attendant only moved onwards and away, she knew PBlade knew where the Oracle would be. He stepped through the hall, his brow furrowing, and into the living area. Usually full of sunshine, the room was darker and seemed somehow desaturated. Usually Sati's cheery smile welcomed him, along with Seraph's watchful gaze. Watchful, but trusting - PBlade had proven himself to Seraph before.

You do not truly know someone until you fight them...

This time, however, the room was empty. PBlade hurried through, avoiding depression and into the kitchen. The Oracle was there, in the corner, staring into middle distance, a cigarrette lodged firmly between her fingers. PBlade remarked to himself that she appeared to be almost hiding in the corner, away from everything.

"You know..." he started, "Those things'll kill you..."

"PBlade" Her eyes widened as she looked up at the man. Was she surprised to see him? The look was only momentary, as she looked back out across the kitchen, her eyes glazing over once more. "You're here about him..."

PBlade pulled out a chair and slowly brought himself down upon it. "Yes..."

TBC...

**oranos**

Great writing. I look forward to the next part.

yourbuddy

Hella good read. Can't wait for next post.

**Swif7**

Good as always Pbizzle

**TonyJaa**

Swif7 wrote:

Good as always Pbizzle

and u r part of the story....i feel like asking for an autograph! SMILEY

**Yasamuu**

Awesome dude, i'm already looking forward to the next part.

BTW, swift is a newb, don't ask him for an autograph! :p

**TonyJaa**

Yasamuu1 wrote:

Awesome dude, i'm already looking forward to the next part.
BTW, swift is a newb, don't ask him for an autograph! :p

but hes FAMOUS.................

**Swif7**

Tony's right , Im also goodlooking and I own yas in general. Plus im cool

**Denary**

Swif7 wrote:

Tony's right , Im also goodlooking and I own yas in general. Plus im cool

I copywrite Swift, u want his Autograph u gotta gimme £1 or pie!

**Swif7**

Its a good deal for me , I get 10% of the profits............ Hmm SMILEY

**TonyJaa**

Swif7 wrote:

Its a good deal for me , I get 10% of the profits............ Hmm

/tsktsktsktskts

**Swif7**

Tony gets a Free Coz he just upgraded to Clairvoyant SMILEY

**PBlade**

Ahem...

**TonyJaa**

Swif7 wrote:

Tony gets a Free Coz he just upgraded to Clairvoyant

cheeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaa....im honored!!!!