AetheriumDreams

“Hawkins!” The moment he heard his teammate's worried cry, he knew exactly what was coming. Never mind that he hadn't even caught a glimpse of the enemy at this point – that just meant the enemy was doing a good job of hiding. His head was still in the process of turning to look for an immediate threat when a bolt of energy struck him squarely in the center of mass, sending him reeling. He fell backward as feeling left his limbs and his thoughts compacted into an overwhelming stunned sensation. As his vision cleared he struggled to move. Fingers twitched and curled into fists; he faintly registered the stock of his rif

Sometimes he wonders if she’s inside his head or if it’s the other way around. They always start off so innocently, the dreams. A vacant beach. The freshwater waves of Lake Gusev have already turned the other children’s sandcastles to lumps but he’s smarter, he has the higher ground. He’s attending to the finer details (because what castle doesn’t have a proper leaf for a flag?) when something rings out on the edge of his perception, and he has to turn to hear more clearly. “John,” the woman calls, and for the briefest instant she’s a stranger - then she flickers and reforms like a glitc