Trooper Station, late Sunday night -- NFB
Apr. 9th, 2006 11:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demonbelthazorAfter this:
You're here. Trapped inside. You can't get out.
The human soul is the weak one, not me.
You're trapped here. You're the weak one.
I'm a killer. He is a killer. He can't fight me for long.
He can. He will. And his friends will help him.
Bel awoke with a cry as he threw the fireball at Isabel. The trooper on guard shone a light into his cell, blinding him momentarily. "Quiet in there," he ordered.
He settled back down on the bed, shivering under the blanket. Isabel had said he couldn't hurt her in the dream, but he couldn't help but worry that he had.
He can. He will. And his friends will help him.
Trying to take strength from Isabel's words, he fell into the first restful sleep he'd had in days.
You're here. Trapped inside. You can't get out.
The human soul is the weak one, not me.
You're trapped here. You're the weak one.
I'm a killer. He is a killer. He can't fight me for long.
He can. He will. And his friends will help him.
Bel awoke with a cry as he threw the fireball at Isabel. The trooper on guard shone a light into his cell, blinding him momentarily. "Quiet in there," he ordered.
He settled back down on the bed, shivering under the blanket. Isabel had said he couldn't hurt her in the dream, but he couldn't help but worry that he had.
He can. He will. And his friends will help him.
Trying to take strength from Isabel's words, he fell into the first restful sleep he'd had in days.
