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thejusticelounge2012-09-16 10:45 am
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-09-16 10:45 am
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dreaming
dream in color: star sapphire
He heard his mother coming up the stairs, and jumped off his bed, sitting back at the drawing table. By the time she opened the door, Kyle looked like he was toiling over his sketchbook. He heard her sigh loudly.
“You could’ve at least come down to say hello. They don’t bite, you know,” she said in her lilting Irish accent.
“I’m busyyyyy,” Kyle tried to keep the whine out of his voice and failed. “I have like so many sharks I need to draw, deadlines tomorrow, and I’ve only gotten like five concepts done.” This was a lie. He’d finished drawing all the sharks about two hours ago, he was just that fast. But Maura accepted her wee babby was slow, and Kyle didn’t dissuade her. Anything to avoid being shown off to her friends.
Except…except - Kyle looked up sharply, away from his sketchpad overflowing with sharks. Except Maura Rayner didn’t have any friends. He kicked back his stool and shot out his ringed hand at her, but she was already flying just slightly above him, resplendant in her Sapphire outfit, her tucked-tummy emblazoned bright, white-pink.
“Mom…mom, I can’t…” Kyle’s voice was tight and stilted, his fist still aimed. She flew up against him and kissed his cheeks softly. Once, twice, then once more as Kyle sighed.
“They don’t bite,” she whispered again, and her pink-white kisses burned against his skin as her teeth bit down.
--- ---
dream in color: indigo
“The Indigo Girls, you dumbass,” Jenny laughed and splashed him with water, her green palm smacking hard against the blue chops of ocean spray. “Baby, you really need a musical education.”
“I need a lot of education,” Kyle flicked his head back from the salty splash, swimming over and hoisting her up by her waist. She yelled, but allowed it, looking down at him as he bounced in the water. He smirked as cutely and cockily as he could. “You wanna educate me?”
“Sure thing, young green grasshopper,” Jenny cooed playfully and planted both her hands on his wet hair, the starheart powers glowing out of them as a vice constructed around his head and her eyes flashed green. “Count to ten.”
“Wha?” Kyle smiled turned slightly confused. “Why would I -” But then she pushed down hard and Kyle was submerged, warm water rushing up his nose as he gagged and choked. He flailed to find purchase trying desperately to resurface. After ten seconds, she did it for him.
“Donna - why -” Kyle spluttered as, with an Amazonian cry, Donna hauled him out of the water and flung him a few paces away, into deeper, darker ocean. She was on top of him in a second, and she sweetly said, “Count to twenty.”
He was underwater again. This time the oceanfloor was too far down, and her hands held tight around his head as he swallowed gobs of bitter, cold water. By the time she pulled him up by his hair, Kyle was halfway sobbing in panic.
“Alex, Alex please please please don’t please -” He tried to beg, but only water gushed from his mouth. Alex held him close and stroked his hair, wrapping her limbs around him to keep him afloat and calmed.
“Shhhh, shhh. We’ll go down together, okay kiddo? That’s my good boy,” Alex kissed the water off his shaky lips and murmured. “Count to thirty.”
They sunk down together. There was no end.
--- ---
dream in color: blue
“Why didn’t we do this before?” Kate yelled, even though she didn’t really need to. Kyle was right above her, his hands cradling under her weightless arms as they flew over lush, delicious forests, towards a crop of purple-stained sienna hoodoos.
“Because,” Kyle said getting a better grip on her. He didn’t really need to be carrying her either - she could just as easily ridden in a small jet, or on a pegasus, or of course, on Falcor. But Kyle wanted to do it himself. He wanted to keep her close, just him and Kate and nothing inbetween. “Because,” he said again, and he zipped closer down to land, and Kate reached out her hands to skim the water of the long, glassy lake with her finger tips.
“Because sometimes Mogo’s shy.”
Kyle laughed and flew her back up, up into the clouds so he could hoist her closer to him, and they stood on nothing while he wrapped his arms around Kate’s waist. He pushed his nose against hers and she pulled back, raising an eyebrow.
“Shy, hmm?” she spoke dryly, and tapped Kyle’s chin. “Looks like he’s the only Green Lantern who is….Aaaaaaaaaand dios mio, we are three hundred miles above the ground right now.”
“Don’t worry, Mogo’ll catch you.” Kyle assured her and she leveled a Look at him.
“Then let me go.”
He did.
And as she fell down she burst in an explosion of blue flame that burned up before her body even hit the hard, unforgiving ground of a dead, decimated planet. And Kyle fell back, back into space flipping head over heels until he couldn’t slow down.
“Kate?” Kyle said, not loud enough for anyone to hear. No one would, in space. “Mogo?” He tried again, but his voice was as empty as the space that surrounded him.
--- ---
dream in color: yellow
— and when Kyle looked up again, he was already there. His teeth doubled, long and pointed as they pierced his own skin while he laughed. His laugh burned and bubbled against the meaty yellow lantern symbol crafted around his endless throat. And oh god - that laugh. That laugh made you want to tear off your own skin in horror, anything to stop it from sliding along you like acoustic grease, filling into your pores and into your soul.
“AaaaaaAAAAaand then….aaAAaaAaand thennnNnnNn there wassSSSsssSS onnnnNNe…” He hissed, the gruffness of his voice blending with a second, hellish timbre. He stalked towards Kyle over a pile of destroyed bodies, rubble and blood mixed in until it was difficult to see what was Superman, what was Wonder Woman, what was Green…what was anything beyond reds and darker reds.
“Guy…” Kyle tried to say but his voice snapped. He cleared his throat and tried again. Dammit, Kyle. Get it together. For Guy. “Guy, you have to fight this. You can do it! You can’t let Parallax win. You must fight it.”
“Come on, Kyle,” Guy said - except it wasn’t Guy, but Parallax was now using his voice. “You’re joking right? This sack of useless shit, trying to fight against me? What’s Guy every been good for, except to be smacked around? This way…” Guy raised his heavy forearms, smirking as the gold streamed through his bulging veins. “This way he can finally be on top. Fortune and glory, K-Man. Fortune and glory.”
“DON’T SAY THAT,” Kyle yelled, balling his fists in front of him as he amped up green fury and aimed straight for Guy. Only this time he didn’t use a construct - he used his own body as a battering ram, careening him and Parallax about twenty blocks across town. But it didn’t take long for Parallax to recover and he grabbed hold of Kyle’s shoulders wrenching them around. Crying out in agony, Kyle crashed rough and painful; and then there was Guy crouched above him, leaning close as his teeth dripped yellow.
“Got you now,” Parallax growled in pleasure, pulling Kyle up hard. He lurched his stretched open maw over Kyle’s screaming face, and swallowed.
--- ---
dream in color: orange
Just him and the stars.
Hell, he was the stars.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged and smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he slowly spun in the eternal nothingness of space. It was so beautiful. And it was all his.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged as he flew away from the planet Esatry, the grateful farmers and their cute grateful farmer’s daughters waving goodbye.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged as he fell panting against Jenny, their bedsheets soaked from a day of lovemaking, bathed in the sticky-hot city sun. He stroked her hair and reminded himself that she never needed to know.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged and watched sternly as the Bib’tns did as he ordained. He’d watch them forever, if it meant they followed his orders. For their own good.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged and looked down at Talia al Ghul, reading her mind in the space of a second. He picked up Damian Wayne, confused, lost, broken, and they flew away. Forever.
What do you want?
The Guardians didn’t ask for a god. But here he was. He was Ion. And he was going to take everything and make it better.
They just didn’t know that yet.
--- ---
dream in color: red
Kyle sat quietly, like a child chastised. He just didn’t want to move. His feet were already glazed with thick, glistening blood. There was blood everywhere. Kyle had even contributed some himself, throwing up black, nauseated effluvium that spilled awful, rancid shapes against the red-filled floor.
“You deserve this,” Hal’s voice floated over, and Kyle knew he was close, but he didn’t want to look up. He just nodded instead, miserably.
“I deserve this,” Kyle echoed and pulled at his fingers, tugging each digit before going around and doing it again.
“You did this,” Hal intoned, sounding more like the Spectre this time.
“I did this.”
And in Kyle’s mind, the Spectre said tell me how and Kyle replied, “I killed them. I wanted them dead. I took Kate and I broke her in two and it wasn’t a clean snap, not at all. I took Guy and I sliced him, throat to belly and it all poured out like a taun taun. I took Mia stabbed her so many times, that her body turned to pulp. I took Oliver’s head and I tore it off before he could yammer more meaningless words at me.”
“Why did you DO THIS,” Hal cried out in anguish and the wretched sound was unlike anything Kyle had heard before. He recoiled.
“I did this…for you…” Kyle looked up finally, puzzled. He almost stood up, focusing on the burning shadow in the corner. Its edges were fringed with green; but its insides were nothing but deep, roiling burn. ”Hal I did this for u—”
But Hal was on him and they both careened to the ground, skidded into the blood. Kyle’s head cracked hard on the floor and his own blood joined the rest. It only seemed fitting, he conceded; but Kyle fought to refocus. He wanted to keep a hold on to Hal, keep explaining, make everything make sense because Hal was clearly not getting it.
“Hal I love -“
“Open. Your. Mouth.” Hal instructed, and Kyle stopped talking. Kyle obeyed.
The burning acid that gushed out from Hal’s insides enveloped Kyle’s entire face, filling his open mouth and nose and his eyesockets with such intense pain it took Kyle right out of unconsciousness and back into agonizing sensation. Everything was burning as Hal held him in place; but even worse, Kyle felt like he couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was drowning.
He counted to forty.
--- ---
dream in color: green
it’s gone
again
He heard his mother coming up the stairs, and jumped off his bed, sitting back at the drawing table. By the time she opened the door, Kyle looked like he was toiling over his sketchbook. He heard her sigh loudly.
“You could’ve at least come down to say hello. They don’t bite, you know,” she said in her lilting Irish accent.
“I’m busyyyyy,” Kyle tried to keep the whine out of his voice and failed. “I have like so many sharks I need to draw, deadlines tomorrow, and I’ve only gotten like five concepts done.” This was a lie. He’d finished drawing all the sharks about two hours ago, he was just that fast. But Maura accepted her wee babby was slow, and Kyle didn’t dissuade her. Anything to avoid being shown off to her friends.
Except…except - Kyle looked up sharply, away from his sketchpad overflowing with sharks. Except Maura Rayner didn’t have any friends. He kicked back his stool and shot out his ringed hand at her, but she was already flying just slightly above him, resplendant in her Sapphire outfit, her tucked-tummy emblazoned bright, white-pink.
“Mom…mom, I can’t…” Kyle’s voice was tight and stilted, his fist still aimed. She flew up against him and kissed his cheeks softly. Once, twice, then once more as Kyle sighed.
“They don’t bite,” she whispered again, and her pink-white kisses burned against his skin as her teeth bit down.
--- ---
dream in color: indigo
“The Indigo Girls, you dumbass,” Jenny laughed and splashed him with water, her green palm smacking hard against the blue chops of ocean spray. “Baby, you really need a musical education.”
“I need a lot of education,” Kyle flicked his head back from the salty splash, swimming over and hoisting her up by her waist. She yelled, but allowed it, looking down at him as he bounced in the water. He smirked as cutely and cockily as he could. “You wanna educate me?”
“Sure thing, young green grasshopper,” Jenny cooed playfully and planted both her hands on his wet hair, the starheart powers glowing out of them as a vice constructed around his head and her eyes flashed green. “Count to ten.”
“Wha?” Kyle smiled turned slightly confused. “Why would I -” But then she pushed down hard and Kyle was submerged, warm water rushing up his nose as he gagged and choked. He flailed to find purchase trying desperately to resurface. After ten seconds, she did it for him.
“Donna - why -” Kyle spluttered as, with an Amazonian cry, Donna hauled him out of the water and flung him a few paces away, into deeper, darker ocean. She was on top of him in a second, and she sweetly said, “Count to twenty.”
He was underwater again. This time the oceanfloor was too far down, and her hands held tight around his head as he swallowed gobs of bitter, cold water. By the time she pulled him up by his hair, Kyle was halfway sobbing in panic.
“Alex, Alex please please please don’t please -” He tried to beg, but only water gushed from his mouth. Alex held him close and stroked his hair, wrapping her limbs around him to keep him afloat and calmed.
“Shhhh, shhh. We’ll go down together, okay kiddo? That’s my good boy,” Alex kissed the water off his shaky lips and murmured. “Count to thirty.”
They sunk down together. There was no end.
--- ---
dream in color: blue
“Why didn’t we do this before?” Kate yelled, even though she didn’t really need to. Kyle was right above her, his hands cradling under her weightless arms as they flew over lush, delicious forests, towards a crop of purple-stained sienna hoodoos.
“Because,” Kyle said getting a better grip on her. He didn’t really need to be carrying her either - she could just as easily ridden in a small jet, or on a pegasus, or of course, on Falcor. But Kyle wanted to do it himself. He wanted to keep her close, just him and Kate and nothing inbetween. “Because,” he said again, and he zipped closer down to land, and Kate reached out her hands to skim the water of the long, glassy lake with her finger tips.
“Because sometimes Mogo’s shy.”
Kyle laughed and flew her back up, up into the clouds so he could hoist her closer to him, and they stood on nothing while he wrapped his arms around Kate’s waist. He pushed his nose against hers and she pulled back, raising an eyebrow.
“Shy, hmm?” she spoke dryly, and tapped Kyle’s chin. “Looks like he’s the only Green Lantern who is….Aaaaaaaaaand dios mio, we are three hundred miles above the ground right now.”
“Don’t worry, Mogo’ll catch you.” Kyle assured her and she leveled a Look at him.
“Then let me go.”
He did.
And as she fell down she burst in an explosion of blue flame that burned up before her body even hit the hard, unforgiving ground of a dead, decimated planet. And Kyle fell back, back into space flipping head over heels until he couldn’t slow down.
“Kate?” Kyle said, not loud enough for anyone to hear. No one would, in space. “Mogo?” He tried again, but his voice was as empty as the space that surrounded him.
--- ---
dream in color: yellow
— and when Kyle looked up again, he was already there. His teeth doubled, long and pointed as they pierced his own skin while he laughed. His laugh burned and bubbled against the meaty yellow lantern symbol crafted around his endless throat. And oh god - that laugh. That laugh made you want to tear off your own skin in horror, anything to stop it from sliding along you like acoustic grease, filling into your pores and into your soul.
“AaaaaaAAAAaand then….aaAAaaAaand thennnNnnNn there wassSSSsssSS onnnnNNe…” He hissed, the gruffness of his voice blending with a second, hellish timbre. He stalked towards Kyle over a pile of destroyed bodies, rubble and blood mixed in until it was difficult to see what was Superman, what was Wonder Woman, what was Green…what was anything beyond reds and darker reds.
“Guy…” Kyle tried to say but his voice snapped. He cleared his throat and tried again. Dammit, Kyle. Get it together. For Guy. “Guy, you have to fight this. You can do it! You can’t let Parallax win. You must fight it.”
“Come on, Kyle,” Guy said - except it wasn’t Guy, but Parallax was now using his voice. “You’re joking right? This sack of useless shit, trying to fight against me? What’s Guy every been good for, except to be smacked around? This way…” Guy raised his heavy forearms, smirking as the gold streamed through his bulging veins. “This way he can finally be on top. Fortune and glory, K-Man. Fortune and glory.”
“DON’T SAY THAT,” Kyle yelled, balling his fists in front of him as he amped up green fury and aimed straight for Guy. Only this time he didn’t use a construct - he used his own body as a battering ram, careening him and Parallax about twenty blocks across town. But it didn’t take long for Parallax to recover and he grabbed hold of Kyle’s shoulders wrenching them around. Crying out in agony, Kyle crashed rough and painful; and then there was Guy crouched above him, leaning close as his teeth dripped yellow.
“Got you now,” Parallax growled in pleasure, pulling Kyle up hard. He lurched his stretched open maw over Kyle’s screaming face, and swallowed.
--- ---
dream in color: orange
Just him and the stars.
Hell, he was the stars.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged and smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he slowly spun in the eternal nothingness of space. It was so beautiful. And it was all his.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged as he flew away from the planet Esatry, the grateful farmers and their cute grateful farmer’s daughters waving goodbye.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged as he fell panting against Jenny, their bedsheets soaked from a day of lovemaking, bathed in the sticky-hot city sun. He stroked her hair and reminded himself that she never needed to know.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged and watched sternly as the Bib’tns did as he ordained. He’d watch them forever, if it meant they followed his orders. For their own good.
What do you want?
Kyle shrugged and looked down at Talia al Ghul, reading her mind in the space of a second. He picked up Damian Wayne, confused, lost, broken, and they flew away. Forever.
What do you want?
The Guardians didn’t ask for a god. But here he was. He was Ion. And he was going to take everything and make it better.
They just didn’t know that yet.
--- ---
dream in color: red
Kyle sat quietly, like a child chastised. He just didn’t want to move. His feet were already glazed with thick, glistening blood. There was blood everywhere. Kyle had even contributed some himself, throwing up black, nauseated effluvium that spilled awful, rancid shapes against the red-filled floor.
“You deserve this,” Hal’s voice floated over, and Kyle knew he was close, but he didn’t want to look up. He just nodded instead, miserably.
“I deserve this,” Kyle echoed and pulled at his fingers, tugging each digit before going around and doing it again.
“You did this,” Hal intoned, sounding more like the Spectre this time.
“I did this.”
And in Kyle’s mind, the Spectre said tell me how and Kyle replied, “I killed them. I wanted them dead. I took Kate and I broke her in two and it wasn’t a clean snap, not at all. I took Guy and I sliced him, throat to belly and it all poured out like a taun taun. I took Mia stabbed her so many times, that her body turned to pulp. I took Oliver’s head and I tore it off before he could yammer more meaningless words at me.”
“Why did you DO THIS,” Hal cried out in anguish and the wretched sound was unlike anything Kyle had heard before. He recoiled.
“I did this…for you…” Kyle looked up finally, puzzled. He almost stood up, focusing on the burning shadow in the corner. Its edges were fringed with green; but its insides were nothing but deep, roiling burn. ”Hal I did this for u—”
But Hal was on him and they both careened to the ground, skidded into the blood. Kyle’s head cracked hard on the floor and his own blood joined the rest. It only seemed fitting, he conceded; but Kyle fought to refocus. He wanted to keep a hold on to Hal, keep explaining, make everything make sense because Hal was clearly not getting it.
“Hal I love -“
“Open. Your. Mouth.” Hal instructed, and Kyle stopped talking. Kyle obeyed.
The burning acid that gushed out from Hal’s insides enveloped Kyle’s entire face, filling his open mouth and nose and his eyesockets with such intense pain it took Kyle right out of unconsciousness and back into agonizing sensation. Everything was burning as Hal held him in place; but even worse, Kyle felt like he couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was drowning.
He counted to forty.
--- ---
dream in color: green
it’s gone
again