Dreamweaver: Initium (OLD MANUSCRIPT)

Chapter Seven.

The next morning, Dream snores loudly while the sun shines on his face from the open window. Mentally tired, it takes Dream a few minutes before the sun's rays are able to wake him up. Dream rubs his eyes and tries to remember his training from sleep.

Everything is crystal clear in my head, Dream thinks. And I feel the increase of strength in the seal. It's like a piece of dynamite, waiting for its fuse to run out. Weird.

Dream hears muffled thuds in the distance, but is too disoriented to comprehend. After taking a second, he sits up in his bed and looks at his window. He sees Vision staring through the glass, adjusting a small blue earpiece in frustration.

“Who knew one virus can cause so much damage,” Vision mumbles. “What'll happen now?”

Vision intently listens to the person on the other side of his call while Dream ruffles his hands through his hair.

“Everything okay, drama queen?” Dream says with a laugh. “You look stressed.”

“Oh, you’re up,” Vision replies, his face still painted with terror. “It…it started.”

“What are you talking about? What started?”

“You couldn't have possibly slept through all of that noise. I thought you were just in deep thought or something.”

“What did I sleep through?” Dream asks, shifting off his bed.

He runs to the huge window that towers from the floor to the ceiling of the room. In the distance, Vision and Dream see explosions covering the once beautiful view. A nearby explosion suddenly goes off and shatters the window into pieces. Dream and Vision fly back from the force, falling onto the ground. Large pieces of glass fall around them as they both quickly catch their breath. Dream pushes himself up and helps Vision back to his feet.

“Yeah. That's what you slept through, Dream.”

“I had a long night,” Dream says. “My bad. Weren't you on the phone?”

“Yeah. I was talking to Juelz through the Bluetooth, but the explosion might have interfered with the signal.”

“Bluetooth? Isn't that a little low-tech?”

“Mhm, and so is this.”

Vision pulls a slim black phone out of his pocket. The logo of a bitten apple is on the chrome back piece, along with other symbols.

“What the hell is that?” Dream asks.

“It was called the uPhone," Vision explains. “Very popular about two centuries ago.”

“It still works?”

“You see, even though this is ancient technology, it becomes extremely useful. We weren't able to find any more of these around, so we haven't mentioned them in any of the meetings, but the Kingz use them for emergencies. The frequencies that these phones use haven't been touched in ages, so the police don’t monitor them. Perfect line of communication for us.”

“Makes sense,” Dream nods. “But enough of the history lesson. We have to get out of here. I have to find out who is causing the city to fall apart!”

“We both know the answer is the Black Ryders. Juelz just told me to fill you in when you wake up. That virus that Bulldozer has got a serious upgrade. It's eating at the city from the mainframe, making the city's network implode.”

“The mainframe. That's at the Rave City Plaza, right?”

“Yeah. We have to regroup with Juelz and then handle it.”