Phantoms Among Justice

XI - Just A Dream, Nothing More, Nothing Less

Santiago awoke, standing in a white room. This was frightening to him, but his mind soon revolved around the populace filling the small white room. It was comprised of all his friends.

Dallas Rooker, Pety and Glenn Wendell, Michael LaFayette, Qeuntin Vic, Joanna De'Addison, Donny Masters, Seth Bruce, and close friend throughout high school. Evan Myers, he died in a car accident when Santiago graduated. It tore him apart mentally, and he killed the driver of the other car. He was drunk, and crying when Santiago found him. He brutally beat him to death, and he broke two of his knuckles. He left his hometown, Rocsane, after that. Edward found him in Los Angeles.

Santiago felt the sudden urge to cry upon seeing all of them, he wanted to talk. They stifled him, though. They were all talking in verbal unison. "Kill Eddie" they said repetitively. "Kill Eddie, kill Eddie, kill Eddie, kill Eddie, kill Eddie." Santiago would've loved to hear their voices, if it wasn't a lonely, low, growl. He was quite confused. Why the hell's Mr. Mike here? And Pety? Dallas, and... Evan.

Evan walked forward through the crowd, Santiago wanted to hug him, more now than what he ever did. He felt tired, incredibly tired. He hung his head and crouched, as Evan spoke. "David, David Morrison" Evan said. When Evan spoke however, Santiago thought that he sounded different. "Do you know why you are here?"

"Hey buddy, how ya doin'-" Santiago was interrupted by Evan. "Do you know why you are here?" He asked again. Santiago shook his head. "If I knew, would I be?" He asked sincerely. Evan spoke again, this time his tone was vexed. "You are here because of your ignorance and loyalty!" He yelled. "Step back, before you regret your ignorance to leave"

Santiago tried to move, but he felt tired yet again. He blinked, and tried very hard to open his eyes. He did, eventually. The whole world around him was very blurry, and abstract. He did see a figure, a white, blood-stained dress shirt, and his hands contorted around his face. He was sitting in front of him, waiting. "Where's Evan?" Santiago demanded. "Where's Evan, he was just here" he said with his eyes closed, very groggily. He went to sleep again, and did not see the same white room, filled with his closest friends.

Santiago was happy he did not however, for he had an idea of what that was. For a fleeting moment, he thought he was dead. Why the hell else would Pety, Dallas, Donny and Evan be there?! But why was Vic there? Why was Joanna? Why was The Artist? What the fuck's going on?! He thought. When he woke the second time, he stayed awake longer. He did not see De'Addison or The Artist. He feared they were dead, and he cried silently. "Where are they? You bastard... where are they? Where's Evan? I just fuckin' seen him, don't you tell me he's not there. I fucking hate you, I hate your rotten guts. I hate you, where's Evan?" He fell to sleep soon after his rant.

He awoke the third time. When he woke he was punching, hitting anyone who came near. He felt a soft hand rub the back of his head, and he slapped the hand. "You cruel fucking bastard! I hate you and everything you represent, don't you fucking touch me" he mumbled. He opened his eyes, to see De'Addison crying. Vic standing opposite to her, and The Artist standing behind Vic, with his hand on his shoulder.

"Where... the fuck is Evan. I just seen him-" he stopped. "Where's... Joanna? Goddamn, it's good to see you!" He said as he lazily grasped her hand. She smiled, with tears in her eyes. He indeed was alive, and he was convinced that the white room was just a dream, nothing more, nothing less.