Awaken

Part Three

Aimee reentered whatever basic room that held me and I decided to make her an ally. Obviously, the people who sent her had the same idea, but now it was made on my terms and therefore far more acceptable. There was a little thought that wriggled into my mind, that I should find another, an ally I possessed before I took refuge in my mind. I had an image of them but couldn't for the renewed life of me get anything in detail. Aimee glanced over at my newly clothed body and huffed, tossing the denim and cotton she brought me on the floor. "Fun little trick there, Lucian. When did you find that little ability out?" Arms crossed she studied me and that rose a question of my own.

"Do you not know my own abilities?" I walked over toward her with a smile, "Dear Aimee, do you know what I even am?" She opened her mouth to speak but I had a feeling i knew the answer. "Beyond a primordial being." Her brow furrowed and I could see the formulation of her response.

"No, but we thought that you would. We didn't know who we were waking up, be it one of the Apocalypse, one of the Creators or something else. We were desperate, having accidentally awakened a few gods instead of one of the primordial." She huffed out a laugh before focusing her words again, "It wasn't like we could ask which ones were locked up simply because the primordial beings out right now don't like talking to us anymore." Aimee continued to prattle on, but that didn't strike me as important. There were others. She referred to me as a being of Balance before, so that had to mean something, and there were others that might have known me before all this mess of imprisonment. But. They were in hiding or wanted to be ignored to live independently. That I could wholly understand. Simply manifesting a damned body took quite a toll on me. It wasn't pleasant, but it didn't deplete any feeling of the dark and cold that now seemed integral to me. Made me wonder what my limit was...

Aimee still appeared to be talking, now about her superiors and making a mistake, that I might not be any of the things she told me but I may, she seemed to be panicking on my lack of personal knowledge. With a sigh, I smiled and put a hand on her shoulder. She need not worry about me, I don't need a keeper and i can figure it out, but her concern about failure was amusing. The room dropped in temperature as my companion and I became engulfed in my shroud of shadow. The air vanished and all was empty, she thrashed under my touch, another move of panic, but I held tight. I had no time for her ramblings or the impending introductions to her superiors, so we were instead going to follow that initial thought of me having an ally out in the world. I focused the best I could on the blurred image of a man that sneaked into my head earlier and the vacuum made by the shadows expanded and lifted to have us now on the side of a rather tame mountain. Aimee paused at the sudden blink of time it took for us to be wherever we were, breaking my grasp to now breathe rather intensely and glare at me. "Are you alright?" I asked, genuinely curious and, I believe, concerned.

"You weren't listening to me, Lucian." She huffed again and now looked rather agitated from something. "You know what, you don't get a full name anymore. Your new name is fucking Lucy, because fuck you. Where the hell are we, Lucy, AND HOW did we fucking get here?"

Looking around, I saw some bushes and a lot of dirt. "I don't know but I have a feeling we are no longer where we are supposed to be." What a wonderful thought, her superiors can try to find me now on my terms. Smiling, I see Aimee is not nearly as pleased. I walk on what seems to be a small dirt path with small organic objects with protective covering intermittently lining it. My hand reaches out to touch one but the small prick of pain makes me bring it back to my body. "Aimee, that thing attacked me and shed its covering in doing so, could you assist me in retribution?" It dare leave me with the remnants of its covering to mock me, I don't fully understand but i truly believe it was out of spite when I merely wanted to touch it. To think, I would be punished by something no bigger than my hand as a whole. The waking world works in very funny and frustrating ways.

Aimee looked at me with some sort of contempt and mimed strangling me before stomping over to me to look at the defensive organic being. She sighs and points at it, "That is a cactus. It didn't attack you, just a form of natural defense. It's a fucking plant." Continuing to angrily mumble about me being surprisingly idiotic for some almighty being, I had to agree with her. It was a plant, a sun-feeder if I remember correctly. Very few of them are violent, but to think they have evolved as such made me feel warm. Things evolving through life and becoming stronger is exactly what I expect for the organic creatures to do and they have. She pulled the shed spiny covering from my finger and nodded to herself when my skin had no irritation or sign of injury.

"I would watch your tone, in case you anger the... cactus." I try my best at a playful tone, but I only have so much to go off of. "Now we must follow this path. Come now."

"Why must we follow this paltry imitation of a path? You've already injured yourself, just so
let me take you back!" Aimee stands with her arms crossed and I recognize the tone she has, one to pacify and manipulate. I grin.

"Because, dear Aimee, I need to visit someone. Or I think it's a someone. But that doesn't matter." The image of my possibly ally was still blurred when I call on it, but no matter.

Rolling my neck, the shadows that always follow go to Aimee. My mark on her neck flares with a smokey appearance and I push into her through the slithering shadow. Annoyance. Panic. Pain. Confusion. And finally, I sense what I wanted, curiosity. That's all i need to continue on my way, knowing she will follow. Turning on my heel and walking, I retreat from her emotions, pulling on that thread of confusion to drive her to act with me.

"Who are we going to see?" I hear that thread I encouraged to come out in her voice and it makes me smile as walk forward, the soft steps of my first companion following me.

"I have no clue."