The dream ends

I felt the liquid electricity playing over my tongue briefly, all to briefly. She stood up, our communion ended. I wanted to grab her thighs and haul her back down, but her smile and sparkling eyes drew me to my feet. I wasn't were I just was anymore. The swirling, burning feathers were playful sprites dancing around us, casting shimmering shadows on her pale flesh. I looked down at the battlefield to see that what I had seen as a battle was changed. Male and female creatures were screwing each other silly, their shimmering wings caressing each other as cock and cunt met in the liquid slap of Union. The moans and sighs of them created a buzz in the air. The girl with charred wings was eagerly bucking back and forth onto the creatures as others caressed her smooth skin, her wings not charred at all, but shimmering.

I looked back at Carol. A tear slid down her cheek. The sky was all fire, a perpetual eruption above me. The moans of extacy behind me vibrated in my chest. I fell to my knees, weeping before her. "Is this Heaven?" I asked her. She looked down with her wet, shimmering eyes and caressed my face.

"Its all in how you look at it, Mike. For some, its Heaven. For others, its Hell. In the end, its up to us, and that's the scariest thing of all." I hugged her smooth legs and bawled like a baby, lost in her beauty. "Everything is Fire, Mike. It either burns you up..." She lifted my chin and stared deeply into me, "Or illuminates you." I blinked, and she slapped me, hard.

She slapped me again, and again, and again, and then it wasn't her that was slapping me, it was a goon that was blind in one eye and was in a dark room with one light overhead and I felt my head throb from the goddamned sap they used on me. "Everything is Fire." repeated in my head madly.

I opened my eyes and grinned. The thug didnt' like that, so he slapped me again, splitting my lip. I spat blood onto the bare concrete floor and said "Quit fucking around and give me a cigarette before I tear your Goddamned nuts off." His face turned beet-red and he reared back to slap me again. I kicked my foot out hard into his balls. He doubled over, his red face turning green. I shot forward and bit his cheek hard, my teeth sinking into soft flesh. He pushed against me as I wrenched it around, ripping skin from bone. He wimpered and punched at me. I didn't care. I ripped backward and tore my teeth free. The whole cheek didn't come with me, but a one inch hole was ripped from the corner of his lip to his nostril.

He fell back, holding his face and screaming. "Get him out." A voice said from the darkness. I squinted my eyes and saw the flare of a cigarette. Dumas casually walked into the light that was swinging over my head. "You just don't get a hint, do you Reilly?" He said with a chuckle.

"Sorry Dumas. I'm kind of slow. Its the Irish in me" I said, and spit blood from my mouth. He paced around me, completely at ease. He was so at ease it gave me the creeps. He didn't have a care in the world. I was roped to a chair without a rod and probably surrounded by armed men, so I could see his side of things.

"Reilly, I really wish you hadn't gotten dragged into this. I truly do. I can't kill you yet, I can't let you go, and I know if I hold you too long you'll end up literally eating one of my troops. So what do I do with you?" He to a drag on the cigarette and put it in my mouth. It was a good, imported Turkish cigarette. I dragged on it hungrily and flipped the ashes off with a twitch of my lip. I didn't know how to respond, so I grunted. "I doubt I can just pay you off and you'll go away?"

I grinned my facesplitting grin. "Like Hell, Dumas. I saw what you did. I don't know what it means, I don't know what demon you've sold your soul to, and quite frankly I don't give a shit. I don't know what your connection is to the Tanners, but I know this: You're scared. You've had a guy take a poke at me. Okay. You sap me and pull this dog and pony show. Okay. You offer to pay me off. Okay. You've shown nothing but weakness, Dumas, and I'll be damned if you are going to turn the tables now."

He spat a tobacco seed out of his mouth and a slow smile crept up his lips. He walked in front of me and squatted so his big, ugly face was level with mine. A madness burned in his eyes; eyes that had seen tanks roll over living flesh and the flamethrowers eat up a foxhole full of his buddies and God knows what else.

"And what if I told you that while you've been busy lolling around in Dreamland I've been fucking your secretary stupid, tieing her up, and offering her to the Damned? Oh, the boys will get their turn too. She'll be so worked up by the Devil that she'll beg for it."

I tried to rip myself off of the chair, but they had me roped good.  I felt myself frothing as he casually stood up and said "I'll be in the basement making sure the Incubus gets nice and balls deep in sweet little Priscilla."  I roared after him. "Dumas!  I'll rip your guts out and laugh you sonuvabitch!  You hear me!  You hear me!"  I thrashed around and tipped the chair.  My head hit the concrete floor hard.  I saw a goon coming toward me as Dumas closed the door.  It was my chance.