A Bullet Always Tells the Truth(Kaz)

[Legion]

There was something about her moving to straddle him, that just well, you should probably be getting the picture by now. All the same Patrick noticed her hesitance about taking off her shirt. As she finally pulled it off he looked at her, taking her in full with his eyes. The scars were there but they didn't bother him, make him feel any different about her, who she was, anything. He smiled genuinely saying softly, "I see yer beauty hasn't diminished since last time."

When she leaned down and began to kiss her way across each scar, tongue softly grazing his skin he let out a slow gasp, his hand coming down to softly stroke her hair, feeling the cool, silk locks shifting on his chest, which seemed so warm now. She made her way back up to him, choosing to answer his little poke with a kiss as opposed to words. As she kissed her way down his jawline, to inhale his scent Patrick kept his one hand in her hair, while his other found its way to her leg, slowly feeling every inch of the denimed leg, making it's way up to explore her ass in full, firmly but gently giving it another squeeze as he inhaled in delight as she whispered her declaration about his belonging in his ear.

As she pressed her body down on his, her nip recieved a slight grin, though the majority of his focus went to the warmth that had just pressed down on him, in a most desirable way. As she teased him, she would only get a mischievous grin in return. A Pause as he looked into her blue eyes.

"Kazumi Badoer," Patrick said, grin still on his face as he ran his hand down from the back of her neck to her shoulder. At the same time his hand that had been planted so firmly on her rear end slid its way, slowly, up her side, feeling every scar, and contour of her body, brushing against her chest with a slight but noticeable linger there, making it's way up to her other shoulder. It was here he would pause entirely before in a hushed but certain tone he'd whisper, "Ye belong to me, and me alone."

Before he grasped the straps of her bra sliding it up, over both of their heads before tossing it away, putting both of his hands to the back of her head pulling her in for a long and passionate kiss...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

His words brought a light blush to her cheeks, the thought of being just as beautiful as he had remembered her being was not something she really expected to hear from him,and yet it brought her happiness just the same. Little fingers continuing to explore the side of his body slowly, gently touching upon any mark that she found and showing it just as much affection as she did any other part of him.

then, seemed that her question would soon be answered, and as she pressed her face into the side of his neck for a moment, she shivered softly at the words. His...Not Earth's. Not that room in which she stayed forever trapped within. But to the man that currently laid beneath her. Softly she would raise her head, feeling his hands both now at the back of her head pulling her into a heated, passionate kiss.

She moaned, every so slightly, her hands pressing into his flesh a bit more, this time allowing her small fingers to curl into him, gripping him in order to pull herself closer to him. Everything about his touch, his kiss excited her to a level she didn't think was possible for her anymore. Firmly her hips would shift once more, making it all too evident what she felt, and what her body as well as every other part of her needed in that moment.

Eventually, both hands would slide down between them, once of course they had moved so that he could pull her bra free and toss it aside. Those delicate fingers going to work at undoing his pants before she would slowly roll her body off of him and onto the bed, her back pressing into the mattress. Hopefully, the grip she had upon him would have pulled him with her, now allowing him to rest atop her, nestled into the area between her legs as she broke the kiss and instead reached up and trailed her thumb slowly along his lower lip, those eyes focusing on him as she laid there. Dark locks, fanned out about her on the bed, a few cascaded down her face, she smile softly and affectionately up at him. "I am all yours...Only yours...." Her head lifting, so that a soft graze of her lips could be felt to his neck along with a gentle, somewhat playful little nip...."And no matter what the rest of the world might think....You belong to me...Just me..."

Lips capturing his again as she reached down once more, this time fully undoing his pants and gripping them about the waist to try and push them down, though she would pause, if only for a second...."Just...be gentle...please..." The tiniest hitch in her voice. Never an ounce of uncertainty, nothing to suggest that she wanted him to stop, because truthfully, she didn't. She wanted this, she needed this....she just also need this to be more, to mean more....to be something fueled by emotion, by a mutual desire and not some primal, heated lust....She needed...to feel him, and to know every step of the way that it was him who was in this room, and him who she was so willingly surrendering herself to in this moment.

Though no sooner had the words left her lips, allowing him enough time to respond than she would softly press another kiss to the side of his neck.

[Legion]

During the passionate embrace of their lips Patrick felt Kazumi's hips shifting on top of him, knowing that things were fully set in motion now, unable to be stopped, or even slowed. As the bra slipped of Patrick felt his hands wrapping around her bare skin, behind her shoulders as her hands worked their way down to his pants, undoing the button and zipper. Kiss breaking as she rolled onto her back, her grip on him happily dragging Patrick along.

As Patrick wound up on top, between her legs he took this moment to look down at her as her finger brushed his lower lip. The sight of her, her hair spreading around the bed, on her face, her figure, which couldn't be more perfect to the irishman at this moment. He smiled, his jaw dropping slightly, sure he had seen it before but now, this was just so much more passionate, more emotion, more then that fuck and forget day at the pond, which Patrick regretted the whole situation, but that had been explained and was far from his mind right now. It was breathtaking, but that was not it and it alone.

What really took his breath away was what she said to him. She was his, the soft nip on his neck lost but the next and most important part. He belonged to her, regardless of his circumstance. Regardless of his "master" as he had secretly been thinking for awhile now. He belonged to her, just her. Patrick gave a soft but big smile. That was fine with him, perfectly fine. In fact there was nothing better to him. In a slow whisper, "I am yours."

Patrick leaned in for the next kiss, feeling her hands once again return to his pants. Pushing them down he lifted one leg, and then the other, using his foot to kick them off the bed, not breaking their kiss. When it came to an end she whispered for him to be gentle. Patrick could tell though, because he felt it too. The desire for this to be more then just primal lust playing itself out. To be slow, intentional, full of meaning. To be more then just a rowdy, raucous, fuck session. No, Patrick fully agreed with her whispering into her lips. "Of Course"

As she kissed his neck he inhaled the scent of her hair again, giving his own playful nip to her ear. All this as his hands ran softly down her body, noting the closeness between them, his hands stopping to undo her jeans. Slowly pulling them off, lifting one of his legs to help the process along. After he had assisted her from his new vantage point he would look her in the eye for just a moment, pausing to smile softly, making eye contact. And then he would send his eyes down the rest of her body, coming to rest on the last piece of clothing on her, keeping them separated.

He looked her in the eye one last time, smiling again before sending a hand down to free them from their final set of chains...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard those words leave his lips. She understood far too well that outside these walls there was somebody who pulled on him, who made him do things he didn't wish to do. She knew that she may never be able to free him from that unseen force, or break him away from the life that he led, but for him to agree, for him to whisper those words against her lips....It meant everything to her.

She felt him shift, legs used to remove what clothing he still had left, and then watched as he looked down at her, having to admit that for just a moment she was confused as to why he was looking at her that way. But before she could ask, he was pressing down upon her again, the feel of his nip gaining a soft, breathy little giggle from her as she reached up and allowed one hand to trail fingers through his hair, pulling him into yet another kiss and savoring this one all the more than those before it.

Then, upon her last request, he would agree, and a smile would once more form its way upon her lips. Perhaps it was just selfish of her to want more of him than the guarded, closed off boy that she had me that first day. Perhaps she was being too desperate and needy in her desire to feel more emotion and depth put into this than into any interaction the two had, had thus far....But she didn't care. All she wanted right now, was to be with him.....with Patrick. Not the falseness that he put on for the world to see, but the him that he genuinely was.

Again he pulled back, and she would allow her eyes to open to look up at him, a single hand slowly trailing down the front of his chest. Watching...waiting...And then that last piece of clothing was removed and she would pull him down onto her again, lips locking with his passionately, desperately.....Her craving for him far too great to be denied right now,, and nothing else on her mind other than this moment and being with him...One hand moving around to his back, softly fingers tracing the line of his scars as she broke away from the kiss to nuzzle lightly into the nape of his neck, a soft, purred moan released as she drew in a deep breath, allowing his scent to consume her mind and overwhelm her sense. "Don't ever leave me again..." Even as she spoke the words, she knew that he would know what she meant. She understood life could jerk them apart, she understood bad things could happen to come between them. No, all she meant, was that from here on out....she never wanted him to willingly walk away from her again....She was his, and he was her's....and that was just how she wanted it to stay...."Now...make love to me..." The last thing she would say before her lips pressed firmly to his own and..................

Fade To Black

[Legion]

And with their respective chains gone, they met with a kiss, one that held so much more passion than Patrick, at the very least had given. No, He cared deeply about Kazumi. He had hid that before, for either his or her well being, depending on the moment of clarity in his head, but no longer. He allowed every bit of his bottled up emotion for her show in this kiss. Was it selfish of him to put her in risk like this? Perhaps, but it was her choice. And perhaps it was selfish of him to shove her away when she knew the consequences. That didn't matter now though. There was only this moment. This desire to make her his, to show his feelings for her in perhaps the best way one could. As she traced his scars, breaking off to take in his sent, Patrick took in a long sniff of her hair, arms working around between her and the bed, one hand around the back of her head as he gave her an embrace, pulling her bare body tightly against his. When she told him not to leave her again, Patrick understood, whispering in her ear, "I'm done running."

She told him to make love to her, and well, the irishman didn't need to be told twice, their lips locking once more before...

...Time skip...

... Patrick rolled next to her, lying on his back. Breathing slowly returning to normal as he turned his head to look her in the eyes, a smile forming on his face. He reached his hand out to place it on her cheek. Looking at her for a long moment before speaking, "You're amazing Kazumi."

He meant it too. Every bit of it. This time, as he lay there, he was in no big hurry. There was nothing to debate in his head. This time he was here for good. There was no need to get dressed and go think. No, Patrick was perfectly content to lie here for the time being basking in the glory of the moment, of their closeness. He was in no particular hurry to leave, and would lie here next to her as long as he could, smile still on his face...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As he rolled next to her, she would slowly shift to lay upon her side, her head falling to rest upon his chest and a single hand raising to push her tangled dark locks out of her face. Slowly her breathing began to fall back into order, a content sigh escaping her lips as she allowed her eyes to fall closed, simply laying there as she listened to the sound of his breathing and the slightly quickened beat of his heart within his chest. When he spoke, she would smile softly, a little blush forming on her cheeks, as she offered a gentle nuzzle against him. "So are you..." A gentle purr of the words, her Italian accent more evident now than it had been in some time, as if some part of her, however small, was back from that place she had been locked away in for months now.

Turning her head just a bit, she would press a soft series of affectionate kisses along his chest before again falling still and simply laying her head upon him, her eyes again fluttering closed. Unlike the last time they had been together, there was not that sense of awkwardness, that sense of urgency to get dressed and make up some excuse to leave. No rush to return to their normal lives as if nothing had ever happened. The air around them felt.....different, and it was that difference that made her feel so incredibly happy in this moment.

One arm would reach down, pulling the blanket upward to drape across them slightly, though no real attempt to hide the scars on her body. For once, she didn't feel self conscious about them, for once, she didn't even really seem to care that they existed. No, she only dared to move the blanket in order to provide a more comfortable, and relaxed position for them both. Her arm would then move to drape softly across his stomach, holding onto him in a manner that suggested that she wasn't ready to let him go, and yet at the same time, showing, in her own way, that she trusted that this time, he would stay.

There were things she wanted to ask him, things about what had happened after she had "died"....If only because of the fact that based upon his words earlier, it seemed like something had gone on with him, but what that was, she could not be sure. Yet she would hold off on that, not wanting to ruin the moment they were currently in, despite the fact, that for once, the thought of talking about those events didn't instantly strike fear in her chest.

However, there was one thing she was very curious about. The question she had asked him earlier that she had cut him off from answering. "Patrick...." Her tone still soft, still that lazy content little tone it had been moments before. "Earlier you had said...that you knew you had hurt me more than a normal person....How did you know that I felt things differently than normal girls?" Her fingers slowly tracing small lines over his side as she continued to hold onto him, little body snuggled into his side rather tightly.

[Legion]

Patrick smiled softly at her reply, catching the increase of her thickening italian accent, something he had not really heard too much of, since everything had gone down. It was like there was a small part of her starting to return back, resurfacing. He was happy for that. He honestly hadn't expected any of what had just happened to happen. Aside from the fact that things seemed to develop between the two suddenly, well they had been under the surface and unaddressed but still, he hadn't expected to see a reappearance of the Kazumi he had known so soon. He liked it, though he understood that there were likely to be good days and bad days. He was no different, so he could expect nothing less.

As she kissed his chest he put an arm around her, holding on to her. No, there was no awkwardness from him. Her head lying on his chest, his arm around her. No Patrick had no desire to break this up, this level of closeness they had achieved. He was more then just content to just lie here with here. He had said it before, he was done running. She pulled the blanket up on them and draped her arm around his stomach, getting a deep sigh from Patrick. He enjoyed this, hoping inside that this moment could last forever, though reality would always say otherwise.

She asked him the question she had before, but Patrick never got the chance to answer. He paused for a moment feeling her fingers trace lines upon him softly as she held tightly to him. Patrick answered her not exactly sure what to say, "Yer mother told me, a few weeks after the fact."

Patrick gave her an answer that was a little vague as to the timing of that talk. He wasn't intentionally trying to hid it, but he wasn't exactly sure of Kaz wanted to her it, being part of her death and all. At the same time, if she asked for more specifics, Patrick would be glad to oblige...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

The small circles across his skin would cease for a moment as he answered. Her mother had been the one to tell him? Something about that striking Kaz as a bit odd, if for no other reason than the fact that her Mom wasn't exactly forthcoming with information, even on her good days. "My Mother? W..Why would she...."

Her words trailed off, and she would furrow her brow just slightly, shifting so that she could look up at him and softly nibbled upon her lower lip, trying to form the right set of questions in her mind. "Why did you talk to my Mother?" Yes, that seemed like the best question to ask. She didn't really understand why the two of them would converse, let alone on the matter of her. Kevala Badoer was not likely to just randomly go spewing off information. Hell, she didn't even like to talk to Kaz about most things, so it, if anything, just made her curious.

A free hand coming up, she would tuck a bit of her hair away behind her ear, though with it being a bit of a mess, it didn't stop a few locks from falling down across her eyes where she would leave it for the time being. "My Mom has never been the most talkative about things, so I mean, it just seems a bit strange." She shrugged lightly as her little fingers began to softly trace along his flesh once more, still very much in a relaxed state and asking things more out of curiosity than anything else.

Those blue eyes focusing upon his now, for what little bit she was allowed to see without the light. She was still very content to stay here, to just be with him and just stay trapped in this moment for as long as possible, though that didn't stop her mind from wondering about things....Things that had happened while she was "dead" or however you wanted to term it. She had never been able to ask Ezekial, the boy having seemed far too overprotective of her once she returned to ever dare delve into events of the past....Not to mention he had been rather.....well....not himself....Or so you could say. The drugs and the relationship with that teacher clouding his mind quite a bit.

[Legion]

Patrick chuckled as she thought allowed, trying to come up with the right sentence. He had a pretty good idea what that was about. Hell, her mother certainly had given him the run through the gauntlet. He could only imagine what daily life with her was like. Must have been a royal pain in the ass. When she finally did come up with the question, of why he had been talking to her Patrick had to stop to think. Not that the question was particularly hard, but he did give a little thought on how to answer it. Because it sounded like what she really wanted to know was why he was discussing her with her mother. The truth was though, he had been trying to find Earth. Kevala simply demanded to know the details of why he wanted to find faux Earth.

Patrick smiled as she tried to push back the locks of her hair, a few falling back anyway. His free hand he moved to finish the job for her, letting his hand linger against her cheek for a moment, before returning it as she finished her next thought. After a pause and a final moment to think Patrick answered her, "I was looking for Faux Earth and had reason to believe that yer mother might know something that could help me find him. Seeing as she was a Katashi along and so she was related to wind and the former headmaster. In exchange she wanted something in return, quid pro quo and so she asked me why I wanted to find him."

Patrick figured at this point the rest was pretty self explanatory, though if she asked him to explain further she would. It seemed an easy enough question that Patrick had thought she was dead at this point and well that being the case, judging from his past, the reason he wanted to find faux earth was obvious.

Aside from that his green eyes looked back into hers, a smile on his face. He too felt perfectly content to try and stay here and shut out the world for as long as possible. Patrick had no desire to leave these walls and face the real world right now...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Perhaps the answer was enough for him, or perhaps he thought that it should have made sense to her way he had gone to talk to her Mother about all this, but in her Kazumi's mind, she was left with a more questions than anything. "I don't understand....Why were you so determined to find him that you would go to my Mother, of all people, to get information." Sure, to others going to Kevala might not have seemed that strange, but for Kaz, the idea of purposefully seeking out the woman for information was just plain risky. Especially considering her Mother had likely been in a rather volatile state at the time.

Smiling at the way he brushed her hair back, her head would lightly lean into his touch before she felt it fall away, a little bite then applied to her lower lip as she continued to let her eyes linger upon his. "I don't know. Maybe it is just me. I just know I wouldn't wan to go trying to get information from her unless it was a matter of life and death. She can be a bit.....yeah." She wasn't sure how to define her Mother so she just left it at that. Every word she could come up with was either lacking or over the top....In the end, she supposed Kevala was just..........Kevala.

Her body shifting a little, lips pressing against his chest once more as as she crawled her way upward just slightly, allowing little kisses to trail their way up from his chest to the side of his neck, before she would stop and nuzzle into him, laying back down in her new, more comfortable position.

[Legion]

Patrick listened to her, realizing that his answer was not in fact adequate. As he listened he raised one corner of his mouth in thought of how to answer her question, that really ended up being two questions; why was he determined to go after earth? And what was so pressing that he went to Kevala of all people to get information? As she gave her description of the woman Patrick chuckled, agreeing with the sentiment fully. There was no good word or words to describe that woman. All seemed to fall short, or make her out to be much more of a monster or bitch then she really was. Complex seemed to be the best way to describe her but still, that was rather vague.

"She was the best lead I had at the time," Patrick shrugged at her assessment of not desiring to go to her first. He would continue on with his explanation and motives for finding the man though, "When ye died, I felt a mix of emotions, ones that I can't really describe. But what I can say, is that I lost the desire to live, or even try living, I mean in the metaphorical sense. Ye were the first person in years that had ever done anything nice, or at least gone out of yer way repeatedly to try and help me. With yer death I lost the chance to apologize to ye and keep my promise of telling ye my name. So I decided to make it right in the way that I'm best at, by killing the man and anyone involved in the dragon incidents. I set that as my end goal, no matter what the cost. In fact, I meant not to come back. Hell, I even smoked a last cigarette before going to where I knew Earth was. Speaking to yer mother didn't seem like such a huge risk at the time."

Patrick sighed with a smile as she made her way to her new position. He had to agree, it was far more comfortable, and well, close, his arm around her adjusting to hold her closer...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

As she laid there, snuggled in against him, she listened intently to everything that he had to say, and though she understood the reasons that he was explaining to her, she was having a hard to understanding how something like her death could push him to that point. At the same time, despite it all being said and done with, she couldn't help but feel a small stab of worry course through her.

Another small nuzzle given to him and she would sigh softly. "I am sorry you went through all that....I...I didn't think..." What could she say? That she didn't think her death would matter so much to him? It was what she was thinking, but for some reason, the thought of saying it out loud to him in this moment felt wrong. So, she kept it to herself, instead opting to simply press a light kiss to his jawline. "I am glad it didn't end like you had thought it would..." The words spoken rather softly against his ear as she let her arm softly drape across his chest.

She wasn't sure how she would have handled finding out that he had died, for the sake of getting vengeance for her. Hell, she wasn't sure she would have been able to handle finding out he had died for any reason what so ever, to be quite honest. Slowly, one hand would come up, resting flat against his cheek as her little fingers ever so slightly traced along the line of his scar which rested upon his face....just an idle gesture, and yet affectionate at the same moment. "You are very important to me....I hope you know that." Once more choosing to whisper the words given her proximity to him, a soft brush of her nose against his opposite cheek before again settling in against him, a small yawn passing her lips and her eyes struggling to stay open.

[Legion]

Patrick sensed the small amount of worry. Sure, it wasn't exactly rational, seeing as the act was said and done. But Patrick wasn't the epitome or rationality either. Nobody was. That's what it meant to be human. She apologized to him trying to come up with words for some other idea. Patrick wasn't exactly sure what she was trying to say but he could wager a guess that was pretty good, at least he thought it was. Patrick spoke up softly, "Ye don't have to be sorry about anything. I knew what I was getting into. I always cared for ye, from the first day we met. The thought of another person I had given myself out to dying? Even if I didn't give anything. That didn't sit well with me, especially when it was well within my ability to get blood for blood. It seemed obvious at the time.... I dunno, I guess I'm just not in a good frame of mind or whatever."

She kissed him on the jaw, whispering into his ear something that he couldn't agree more with. Turning his head and smiling, he planted a playful little kiss on her nose, "Yea, me too."

When he felt her hand against his cheek, and her fingers against his scar, he closed his right eye so that she could trace his scar. Grinning as she did. The scar that was more his trademark to most people, then any other, and probably had the least amount of meaning to him now. All the same it felt good, and when she whispered in his ear Patrick would turn his head slightly to whisper back to her, "I promise I won't risk my life so recklessly again. I want to come back to ye, I don't want to leave again."

With that Patrick would give her a small kiss on the lips, ending with a smile as he watched her yawn. Noticing her struggle to stay away he would whisper, "Ye should try and get some more sleep."

That would probably be best, wouldn't it?

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Slowly her hand would fall away from his face, coming to rest upon his chest and lightly grasping him with what little strength her sleepy self could manage. A little smile given as she wrinkled her nose at the kiss he planted there. "Good..because I want you to come back to me..." A little nod, light and yet firm as she nestled herself into him.

Yawning once more, she tried to stay focused on what he said just moments before, replaying the words over in her mind. "I am glad he is gone...." It was all she could really say on the matter. What was done, was done. Nothing she said or did now would change that, and though she wished she could have seen the fucker die herself, to know that he was really gone, she trusted that he was because that was what Patrick told her. And that was enough.

When he pressed his lips against her own, that soft little kiss being followed by a hushed whisper to try and urge her back into sleep, she was reluctant but ultimately knew that there was no fighting it. She was exhausted, and for the first time since her brother had gone into rehab, she felt that maybe, just maybe she could relax enough to sleep for more than an hour or two. An entire night? Not likely, seeing as how no matter what, the dreams invaded her mind and woke her, but at least it would be better than what she usually got. Right?

Nodding softly, she nuzzled into him a bit more, her little body curling up snuggly to his own as she pressed an affectionate little kiss to his chest. "Yeah...sleep would...would probably be good..." Even as she spoke, her words grew weaker, the weight of her body increasing just slightly, not that she weighed a whole hell of a lot to start with, and her breathing slowing down to a steady pace. Sleep consuming her rather easily this time, no real struggle to fight it off, just content in where she was, and who she was with....in a way, at peace.

[Legion]

And how desperately Patrick wanting to come back to her, always. Funny, how earlier tonight he was going to blow his head off, and now? Well now he had something to fight for. Something to give him drive and clarity. Sure, he wasn't fighting for a cause he believed in, but fighting to get back to her? Well that was good enough. Perhaps his skill would return. Sure, even at half speed, with the drinking and all he was pretty damn good. But to have that kind of drive? Well then perhaps he'd quit drinking. Get back to where he was before the craziness, and when he had faced Earth, stone sober. Patrick couldn't help but agree with the sentiment of earth being gone. Perhaps if Patrick had known what the man had done, he'd have been slower to kill him, then again, the man's strength was in another league. The only reason Patrick had beaten him was by tricking him, using his arrogance. No, it would have been quick regardless.

As Kazumi agreed to sleep Patrick felt her drift off, after her kiss to his chest. It felt good to have her asleep in his arms. Patrick looked up at the ceiling for awhile to savor the moment. Sleep was far more difficult for him, then her. Namely because he had gone without it for so long, it was like second nature. That and he had far too many bad reactions to sleep to like it anymore. However here, here he felt at peace and after a long while he too would drift off without the influence of something else in a long time.

Unfortunately for him, his fear of sleep would be reinforced in a new way. The dream, or rather nightmare was very similar. As always it was on the dock. The dock looking like it had years ago, not now in its rundown state. Except this time, it wasn't Patrick running down the dock trying to get to Zea. No, he heard someone else doing that, exactly to same way too. This time Patrick was standing next to Zea, taunting her as she was tied to the chair. When the unknown figure was nearing them Patrick lifted his gun and shot her in the chest, hearing her yelp in pain. This time though, she didn't look at the figure coming around to corner, in accusation, no she turned her eyes to him, that horrible face staring at him so close. But it didn't matter, Patrick shot the person coming around the corner before they even had a chance to do anything.

Patrick woke with a gasp and a slight start, the uniqueness of this dream compared to all the others surprising him more then scaring him at this point. He didn't scream, nor did he sit up like he usually would. Rather he remained almost still. Haunted by what he had seen. Realization hitting him with horror.

It was Kazumi who ran around the corner.

Breathing quickened he checked to see if Kazumi was still asleep. If she was that would signal him to commence pondering on the whole thing, unable to get back to sleep. If she wasn't, well things would be a little different now wouldn't they?