[Jacob]

*Setting: After finishing off the bottle of Tequila in under 30 minutes Alexie had once again been thrown under the bar to recover. The blackness smothered him, as if he were a Puppy in a bag. Steadily, the fourth hour came to a pass and softly he stirred in his drunken sleep. Slowly he opened his eyes and allowed the darkness to welcome him into its cold, emotionless grasp. He sat up awkwardly, his head whizzing and the blackness twirling insanely. Fumbling around in the darkness he searched blindly for a bottle to drink from, beit water or alcohol, he didn't care which anymore.
*Shuffling*
Immediatly Alexie stopped searching as he heard the sound come from his right, yet knew nobody else was with him due to the small confines of the room.
*Shuffling*
Backing off from were he heard the sound he snarled lowly and sniffed the air, smelling nothing but Vodka, which in turn made him want to vomit. Opening his, immensly dry, mouth to speak he gently asked who was there, with the reply being nothing but the steady breathing of the being...*

Voice: "Alexie."

It was a hushed, rasping whisper which came directly across from him and sent a cold shiver down his spine.

Voice: "You...left...me."

The pauses were more sinister than the words and as Alexie pushed himself up against the wall even harder he felt the cold breath of the being opposite him dance around his feet which were now peeping from the bottom of the blanket.

Alexie: "Who...*Coughs* are you?"

His cough was brought on due to his lack of saliva than fear or terror, but even though he tried to sound confident and unphased it was clear he wasn't. Slowly two, eye-like, flickers of light became apparent, white at first and then slowly turning a ruby red.

Voice: "I burned...burned for days..."

The rasping whisper lowered its tone of voice into a saddened sigh, the 'eyes' cast downwards and slowly a face began to form from the shadows. But in seconds the eyes had looked back up at Alexie again and the sadness had disappeared.

Voice: "Because of YOU."

Gradually he felt the being move over his legs, and as the face began to develop like a photograph he realised just who it was...

***

*Setting: Iraxx flinched softly as the Doctor sewed up the last of his four scars that graced his severly battered face. The room was small and white, instruments were placed professionally on a small white cloth, which sat neatly on a small metal table. The Doctor was wearing all white, as usual, and had a lone scar running down his left cheek. His gray hair was balding on the top, yet his hands were still immensly hair-ridden. Looking at the, topless, Commandor the blue-eyed Doctor smirked softly.*

Doctor: "She must've really wanted you dead, heh, i haven't seen you so badly beat up before, Commandor."

Iraxx glanced at him through bruised eyes and snarled bemused.

Iraxx: "She went to great lengths, even met with the Witch and Alexie to arrange it..."

Stepping back from the brown, leather, Dentist-like chair that the Commandor was lying on the Doctor gently placed the utensils he had used on the white cloth and looked around Iraxx's face, making sure there was nothing else he could do.

Doctor: "Hmmm, that'll have to do for now. They'll heal over in a couple of days though. So, where next?"

Sitting up gently the Commandor winced in pain as he felt a severe discomfort wrap around his chest and stomach. His left hand had been stitched up and bandaged, as had his right shoulder and nose, but even though most of his wounds had been tended to, he was still in quite abit of pain.

Iraxx: "I think i've got a couple of broken ribs, i'm not sure though."

He looked down at his burnt chest, were Midian had viciously directed most of her assaults, and rubbed the scorched skin softly.

Doctor: "So, just out of interest, where do you think Ms Morgan is now?"

The Doctor asked this as he turned and began rummaging through one of the large cupboards behind him, searching for a minature X-ray device.

Iraxx: "Hopefully hiding away in a cave somewhere, in fear of ever coming back..."

Doctor: "Hehehe. And what about Alexie?"

Iraxx: "Personally i couldn't give a shit where he is, so long as he stays out of my way for the rest of his f*cking life."

Saying this he snarled softly as a twinge in his chest seemed to stab him. The Doctor chuckled and turned back to him, holding up a small Tv like handset with a microphone dangling from it.

Doctor: "Just try and relax for a minute or two, please."

The Doctor proceeded, running the microphone over the chest of the Commandor whilst staring intently at the screen.

Doctor: "Hmmm, yes, you do have a few cracked ribs, but nothing too serious. They too should heal over in a couple of days, check back with me in about 3 days and if there's little to no improvement we'll operate."

He smiled and placed the portable X-ray down on the white cloth along with the other operating apparatus. Slowly Iraxx swung his legs around to the left side of the chair and stood to his feet, grunting softly. The Doctor quickly handed the Orkhid his black shirt and proceeded to aid him in putting it on. As they did so the ceiling seemed to hum and from the left side of the room a small Tv emerged, much like the sets that the Glukkons use for Shrinks, but more compact. Flicking on, the screen then showed the apathetic face of Gian.

Gian: "Ahh, good, i haven't missed you."

Turning to face the Tv, the Commandor looked at the screen intently.

Gian: "Iraxx, your vacation vill have to be cut short, there's been a breakthrough vith the 'O children'. Apparently tvo have reached the final stage prematurely and so the Medical Council are giving a demonstration vith one of them."

The Commandor growled in frustration as the prospect of going home and relaxing for two weeks was viciously cut short. Trying to conceal this emotion, however, he smiled and nodded softly.

Iraxx: "Yes, yes of course, sir. When will this demonstration be?"

Gian: "Four days time. I expect a full report on it vhen you get back, Iraxx. I vant to kno that the Medical Council are spending our money visely."

Iraxx chuckled softly at the subtle fued the Medical Council and the Army Council had. It was a sort of underlying disdain both Councils held for each other. The Army Council believed that any Orkhid not capable of fighting on the battlefield was, in the long term, useless. Whilst the Medical Council believed that brute force alone was not the way forward and proved this with their research. Of course, the Army Council knew that Medical staff were needed, but didn't really realise why the Medical Council trained their employee's for other, seemingly menial, tasks instead of unarmed and armed combat. And these differences both held, led to a bitterness between factions.

Iraxx: "I'll come back with a full report, sir. Don't worry."

Before he could even finish his sentence the screen had gone blank and the Tv set had returned to its concealed placement, leaving Iraxx to rage over the ruin of his time off.

***

Alexie: "M-Midian...!?"

He felt her breath upon his face, her sweet, cold breath. Slowly he raised his hand, as if to caress her face but in doing so he felt the figure pull away and quickly move back to the otherside of the wall.

Alexie: "No, no don't leave. Please. I need you!!"

Leaning forwards he stretched out his hand and sobbed gently, desperate to hold her in his arms and protect her from any harm she may face.

Midian: "You left me, Alexie. You allowed me to burn..."

The reply was a bitter, sour reply. Full of hate and pain. But one that also inflicted pain and emotional torture.

Alexie: "I-I tried to come back, but-but you pushed me aw..."

Midian: "YOU NEVER TRIED HARD ENOUGH...!! I WANTED HELP...YOU LEFT ME!! YOU LEFT ME ALONE!!"

His eyes began to weep and he quickly scrambled forwards, wanting the time to explain, wanting the time to apologise but as he did so light cascaded down on the top part of his body. Looking up he saw a bright ball of burning white light with a sinister vibe being emitted off it softly turning above him.

Midian: "You killed the only person you truly loved, and you deserve to suffer suffer."

The last word echoed and as he gulped meakly the light seemed to explode and engulf him. His skin burnt and scorched and his hair slithered inward viciously, like worms borrowing into the soil...

Alexie: "NOOO!!"

He sat up, sweat pouring off him and tears running down his face. His hair was drenched, as was his bedding. Looking around the black room he whimpered lowly, half relieved it was a dream and half disappointed. For if it were real it would mean that his lover was out there, somewhere...safe. Lying back down he stared up at the ceiling of the small, basement-like room and pondered about his dream and its meanings, wondering if there was any truth to it what so ever...

(OOC: Lets jive!!)