Blackness

Flashes..

Oblivion.

Of Something.

Void.

Like a wind, buffeting him on a dark dark night.

Nothingness.

He caught flashes of memories.

Forgotten. Of Colors.

Red, Blue, Yellow, White.

Of Names he remembered...

Baal Tocard, Toc Darkoné.

And names he did not.

Toh Ebah, Perih Tyr.

Ideas and Elements flitted across his memory...

CorruptionDarkness, DefilementSuffering, SlaughterBlood, StoicismIce

And Emotions flared in his heart.

FearHatridPride, LustAngerDepression, FrenzyPassionConfusion, Love

Voices roared in his ears, too close to be made out but far enough away to be picked from the sound of howling non-winds.

Hot Water, Vile Ichor, Jagged Glass, Cool Confidence.

Forms shifted before his eyes amid the glimmering lights and total black.

Fluidly Smooth, Disgustingly Monstrous, Sharply Feral, Distinctly Human.

Everything and nothing, moving too fast...

Speed of Thought, Speed of Chaos, Speed of Emotion, Speed of Oblivion.

To make out against everything and nothing.

Dream

Then...

Awakening.

---------- Toc sat up suddenly in his bed. Refreshingly cold sweat pouring down his forehead. His hair matted and twisted from his restless slumber. Toc stood up and looked around the room. It was chill, adequately at least...

Then he saw Camille, huddled in her small bunk, sleeping soundly... yet uncomfortably. She was obviously cold. Toc took his unused blanket and draped it across her gently. Ever so softly tucking her in. Hopefully this would keep out the bite of the cold that always accompanied him. Toc went back to his bed and lay down, but he did not sleep.

As the Amber Express slowly and quietly pulled into it's last stop a pair of red eyes watched the two from the nothing between worlds. A pair of eyes that were not eyes and yet were all too much eyes. And Toc knew they watched.