Don't Close Your Eyes: Trigger
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xp_logsWhile the Professor and Haller start waking people up from their dreams, Nightmare's influence extends beyond the dreamscape and bleeds into reality.
Wrong. It was still all wrong, and now it was worse because it should have been the right place. The smells were all correct, the sounds were correct, but nothing made sense and all the people didn't belong. Some of the people didn't belong for sure, and they were not supposed to be there in the first place and Kyle concluded that he must have still been dreaming.
And again he played it safe, because you didn't just get up and let people know you were pretty sure they were all dream-monsters wearing the skins of your friends, so Kyle lay still watching people go in and out of the room. The dream-monster wearing Haller left, and the dream-monster wearing Crystal wasn't close enough to do anything about and then the dream-monster wearing Meggan was close enough to touch, and smell and it was disgusting how much she looked and smelled and sounded just like the Meggan he knew, and Kyle leapt for her, claws out, and snarling something incomprehensible.
Instinctively flinging her arms up protectively when she saw Kyle coming right at her, Meggan cried out when his claws made contact. They ripped through the flesh of her forearms as she struggled to retreat, deep enough to draw blood. It was a far better place to have sliced, in all truthfulness, since it looked like Kyle was originally aiming for her throat. She shook her head in disbelief, not sure how she could get him to stop this insanity, only knowing that she should get out of the range of those sharp claws. Warily, she shouted, “Kyle, what’s wrong with you?!” Meggan couldn’t make out what he was saying just yet, but staying alive and out of the range of those claws was really more important. She knew not to look away now, not even for an instant. She didn't know what else he might attempt.
The dream-monster wearing Meggan was shouting something but Kyle couldn't make out what it was, which was fine because dream-monsters didn't have to make sense, they just had to be taken down fast. For a second, his head swam and he could see two Meggan's, the dream-monster and the real Meggan and he stopped and shook his head to clear it, which never actually worked. The monster, he decided, must have the real Meggan somewhere, that had to be what he was seeing and so he attacked again, all claws and fangs and snarling.
His attack so sudden, and with no time to get away safely, Meggan could only cry out in surprise and agony as his teeth began to sink into her shoulder. Hitting at his back did her no good, and she feared it would make him angrier. Trying to shove him away before he was willing to relinquish his grip on her with those fangs would only make her injuries worse, but it was hard not to give in to the urge. “Wake up, Kyle, it’s me,” Meggan ground out in pain. “Stop this, please!” Instinctively, she frantically lashed out with one hand as hard as she was able, finally making direct contact with Kyle’s nose. The faint crunching sound beneath her fist at the second hit startled her, and she prayed it would snap him out of this animal state before anyone else was hurt.
Kurt had turned at the first shout, but even his reflexes couldn't get him there to intervene before Meggan was wounded. He leapt forward now, putting himself between Kyle and his sister, and he tackled the younger man full-on.
Even enraged, the blow to his nose had Kyle staggering, and he took the tackle full-on, and hit the ground hard, back-first. He only had a second to realize it was Kurt - or something that looked like Kurt before he fought back, except now it was someone he wouldn't have half-formed feelings of guilt about. It wasn't a kid, it was someone who could fight back. Good. He snarled and spat blood and swung wildly at Kurt.
Kurt ducked the barely-directed swing and grabbed for Kyle's arms. His only aim, at this point, was to pin him so he couldn't hurt anyone else, and then get him somewhere safe to figure out what was going on. The next moment, they'd both vanished in the usual cloud of smoke.
Everything had happened so quickly. One moment everything had been calm, the next moment Meggan had been attacked, and now she was bleeding. Surely Kyle hadn't known what he was doing. Hopefully there weren't more situations like this; it would be bad enough to have a mansion full of injured and dead people, but it would be even worse if many of those injuries came from people who knew each other. Crystal was fully aware of both what it was like to be hurt by someone you had trusted completely and what it was like to know you were responsible for causing harm to people you cared about, even if you hadn't fully been yourself at the time. Both the attacker and the ones who had been attacked were victims in situations such as this, and the emotional damage could be just as devastating as the actual physical attack.
Grabbing her bag, Crystal hurried over to Meggan. "Let me take a look at your shoulder," she said. The wound would need to be cleaned and treated, and it was quite possible stitches would be needed. "Kyle will heal, and I can take a look at him later. You will be fine, too." And she hoped with all of her heart that what she said turned out to be true.
***
The limbs - two arms and one leg and one tail - wrapped around him, prevented Kyle from moving at first, despite his panic that he had no idea where he was. All he could smell was the nose-burning stench of sulfur and his ears felt like they were plugged up, and he'd instinctively shut his eyes as soon as they had teleported. On opening them, he slammed them right back closed again. Bright lighting and white walls were entirely overwhelming to his eyes without a period of adjustment. Except he didn't have time to adjust, so as soon as he could, he scrambled away from his captor. Even with his eyes still tightly closed, he knew - another white room.
"Kyle", Kurt said as soothingly as he could. "Kyle, it is not what you think. No one here is going to hurt you."
Even if he'd believed the Kurt-Monster, Kyle couldn't answer anyway, it all came out as growls and he lunged blindly for the other man. He missed, still disoriented and blinded by the bright lights, barely tagging Kurt with a clawed hand.
He was bleeding, and regretfully, Kurt had to acknowledge there was nothing more he could do right now. With a last look at the younger man, he stepped back out of range of a second slash and disappeared.
Wrong. It was still all wrong, and now it was worse because it should have been the right place. The smells were all correct, the sounds were correct, but nothing made sense and all the people didn't belong. Some of the people didn't belong for sure, and they were not supposed to be there in the first place and Kyle concluded that he must have still been dreaming.
And again he played it safe, because you didn't just get up and let people know you were pretty sure they were all dream-monsters wearing the skins of your friends, so Kyle lay still watching people go in and out of the room. The dream-monster wearing Haller left, and the dream-monster wearing Crystal wasn't close enough to do anything about and then the dream-monster wearing Meggan was close enough to touch, and smell and it was disgusting how much she looked and smelled and sounded just like the Meggan he knew, and Kyle leapt for her, claws out, and snarling something incomprehensible.
Instinctively flinging her arms up protectively when she saw Kyle coming right at her, Meggan cried out when his claws made contact. They ripped through the flesh of her forearms as she struggled to retreat, deep enough to draw blood. It was a far better place to have sliced, in all truthfulness, since it looked like Kyle was originally aiming for her throat. She shook her head in disbelief, not sure how she could get him to stop this insanity, only knowing that she should get out of the range of those sharp claws. Warily, she shouted, “Kyle, what’s wrong with you?!” Meggan couldn’t make out what he was saying just yet, but staying alive and out of the range of those claws was really more important. She knew not to look away now, not even for an instant. She didn't know what else he might attempt.
The dream-monster wearing Meggan was shouting something but Kyle couldn't make out what it was, which was fine because dream-monsters didn't have to make sense, they just had to be taken down fast. For a second, his head swam and he could see two Meggan's, the dream-monster and the real Meggan and he stopped and shook his head to clear it, which never actually worked. The monster, he decided, must have the real Meggan somewhere, that had to be what he was seeing and so he attacked again, all claws and fangs and snarling.
His attack so sudden, and with no time to get away safely, Meggan could only cry out in surprise and agony as his teeth began to sink into her shoulder. Hitting at his back did her no good, and she feared it would make him angrier. Trying to shove him away before he was willing to relinquish his grip on her with those fangs would only make her injuries worse, but it was hard not to give in to the urge. “Wake up, Kyle, it’s me,” Meggan ground out in pain. “Stop this, please!” Instinctively, she frantically lashed out with one hand as hard as she was able, finally making direct contact with Kyle’s nose. The faint crunching sound beneath her fist at the second hit startled her, and she prayed it would snap him out of this animal state before anyone else was hurt.
Kurt had turned at the first shout, but even his reflexes couldn't get him there to intervene before Meggan was wounded. He leapt forward now, putting himself between Kyle and his sister, and he tackled the younger man full-on.
Even enraged, the blow to his nose had Kyle staggering, and he took the tackle full-on, and hit the ground hard, back-first. He only had a second to realize it was Kurt - or something that looked like Kurt before he fought back, except now it was someone he wouldn't have half-formed feelings of guilt about. It wasn't a kid, it was someone who could fight back. Good. He snarled and spat blood and swung wildly at Kurt.
Kurt ducked the barely-directed swing and grabbed for Kyle's arms. His only aim, at this point, was to pin him so he couldn't hurt anyone else, and then get him somewhere safe to figure out what was going on. The next moment, they'd both vanished in the usual cloud of smoke.
Everything had happened so quickly. One moment everything had been calm, the next moment Meggan had been attacked, and now she was bleeding. Surely Kyle hadn't known what he was doing. Hopefully there weren't more situations like this; it would be bad enough to have a mansion full of injured and dead people, but it would be even worse if many of those injuries came from people who knew each other. Crystal was fully aware of both what it was like to be hurt by someone you had trusted completely and what it was like to know you were responsible for causing harm to people you cared about, even if you hadn't fully been yourself at the time. Both the attacker and the ones who had been attacked were victims in situations such as this, and the emotional damage could be just as devastating as the actual physical attack.
Grabbing her bag, Crystal hurried over to Meggan. "Let me take a look at your shoulder," she said. The wound would need to be cleaned and treated, and it was quite possible stitches would be needed. "Kyle will heal, and I can take a look at him later. You will be fine, too." And she hoped with all of her heart that what she said turned out to be true.
***
The limbs - two arms and one leg and one tail - wrapped around him, prevented Kyle from moving at first, despite his panic that he had no idea where he was. All he could smell was the nose-burning stench of sulfur and his ears felt like they were plugged up, and he'd instinctively shut his eyes as soon as they had teleported. On opening them, he slammed them right back closed again. Bright lighting and white walls were entirely overwhelming to his eyes without a period of adjustment. Except he didn't have time to adjust, so as soon as he could, he scrambled away from his captor. Even with his eyes still tightly closed, he knew - another white room.
"Kyle", Kurt said as soothingly as he could. "Kyle, it is not what you think. No one here is going to hurt you."
Even if he'd believed the Kurt-Monster, Kyle couldn't answer anyway, it all came out as growls and he lunged blindly for the other man. He missed, still disoriented and blinded by the bright lights, barely tagging Kurt with a clawed hand.
He was bleeding, and regretfully, Kurt had to acknowledge there was nothing more he could do right now. With a last look at the younger man, he stepped back out of range of a second slash and disappeared.
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