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Chapter Nine (Act II): Detour The subway wheels wailed a squeal as they halted the rusty machine. Liam wandered out onto street level, suddenly greeted with a hovering spherical robot similar to the police units, but detailed with a flying envelope decal, establishing it's occupation as a post man. “Mr. Dempsey! A message for you!” it merrily said, extending a thin probe like arm grasping a rectangular device. “Uh, thanks?” Liam confusedly said, accepting the item. “Have a wonderful day, Mr. Dempsey!” it bade as it sputter off in search of it's next delivery. Liam touched the device in the center of the

Chapter Eight: Reflection A violent crash rocked the walls of Liam's town home, abruptly waking him and sending him into a dazed panic. The pounding ended in still silence, allowing him to gather his nerves. Liam leaped out of bed, still dressed in last night's attire. He quietly crept to the edge of his bedroom doorway, peeking into the living area. He stood for a moment, listening attentively for any other foreign sounds, suspecting an intrusion. “Hey! Who the hell is in there?” he called, hoping to startle off the proposed intruder. No response was gained, forcing Liam to carefully move forward. He poked an eye around the ed

Prologue The pouring rain beat down through the humid haze as an ominous rumbling shook the ground. Poet stood tall, unyielding to his opponent. His bowler hat hid his messy black hair and his dark tailcoat clung against his moist body. He clutched his umbrella, feeling the heat of the handle as bursts of electric blue energy coursed through the unopened canopy. His dark, baggy eyes pierced a similar hue, radiating a fierce light. His colossal enemy wielded a double ended saber-esque weapon. The wicked blades flared a devilish red glow. A jet black orb loomed closely over his shoulder. Poet couldn't determine any particular detail on the mon

Chapter 7: Nature Walk Liam felt a lonely pit deep in his stomach as he mindlessly wandered through the dampened city. The slight drizzle had shifted to a chilly rainfall steadily beating at his shoulders. He threw his hands in his hoodie pockets in an effort to keep his fingers from numbing. The pedestrians didn't appear phased by the rain in the least bit. Liam figured most hadn't even noticed the weather had picked up. He chewed at his lower lip as he continued to gaze at the sidewalk. His mind spiraled around the thought of Marina. The mere fact that she had brought him into a dream of her own made his heart glow with hope. She'd have t

Chapter 6: Bonding Time Liam trudged his way up the steps of the subway terminal, feeling less thrilled about visiting the glamorous city than usual. A slight drizzle peppered his shoulders as he whipped his hood up in reply. He rounded a street corner, nearly ramming his head into the chest plate of an armored person. “Marina? How the hell did you know I'd be here?” he asked, spooked. The woman smiled warmly, placing a hand on his shoulder. Liam's heart fluttered. “Lucids like you are almost always predictable. The subway was obvious.” she said. Liam glanced over her shoulder, concerned for the absence of her partn

Chapter 5: A Helping Hand “Liam! Come on, damn it!” the woman yelled. Liam was barely able to distinguish a feminine figure through his hazy vision. The stranger hovered over him, jabbing two cold fingers against his neck. She was checking his pulse. His eyesight gradually cleared, revealing a young, dark toned female. Her light brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail. Her blue and red attire suggested her occupation as a paramedic, evident by the embroidered logo stitched onto the chest of the shirt and the various medical tools around her neck and waist. “Can you hear me?” she urgently asked, shining a bright light

Chapter Three: Initiation Liam dashed out of the station, heading straight for the plaza. To his dismay, a barricade had been erected, preventing any civilians from entering the rubble. Automated law enforcement systems had already responded to the scene, handling the furious crowd. Liam pushed his way through the mob, forcing his way to the front. “Citizens, please remain calm. Any injured persons must seek medical attention immediately.” the floating orb stated with a monotonously robotic voice. The chrome device hummed and sputtered as it hovered overhead. Red and blue police lights flashed within ports embedded in the orb's

Chapter Three: Penitence Liam exhaled and weakly picked himself up onto his feet. He rubbed the sleep from an eye, feeling no rejuvenation from his nap. He yawned while glancing at his alarm clock. “Eight already? Damn,” he disappointingly said to himself, regretting his lengthy nap. Suddenly, Liam was smacked with a vague memory of his dreamy adventure. An obscured woman's face tugged at his thoughts. “Crazy ass dreams again.” Liam said, shaking off an anxious feeling. His stomach began to grumble, reminding him that he hadn't had a proper dinner in nearly a week. He scanned his brain for ideas, suddenly remembering

Chapter Two: Urban Jungle Liam's vision focused as he became reacquainted with his sense of awareness. He discovered himself traveling alone within a rusted subway car. For a split second, he mistook his unusual setting for reality, until a familiar feeling dawned upon him. Liam was lucid dreaming. Although not an adequately trained Dream Walker, nor a Poet, Liam possessed a rare set of abilities allowing him to retain his consciousness within the Dream Realm as well as the power to wake himself at will, however, doing so could lead to severe paralysis in the waking world. He glared through the darkened windows but witnessed no surroundings

Chapter One (Act I): Daily Routine Liam's throat burned as he awoke from his slumber. He coughed hard while sitting up on his bare mattress. A long strand of clear mucus worked its way from his mouth and onto his filthy brown carpet as he doubled over. He caught his breath and groggily rose from his bed, nearly toppling onto a pile of garbage that lay beside him. He groaned as he made his way to the bathroom in nothing but his grubby white tank top and red striped boxer shorts. He flicked the light switch up, illuminating the cramped space. A few crumpled beer cans had been strewn across the sink's counter top. The compact shower hadn't app