Snippet #1804531

Dreams were soft, feathery things, with cruel, volatile intentions. Sleep was in tight cohoots with dreams, but still sometimes came without its partner.

The dense sleep Justin had been subjected to was one of those. A solitary captor... He forced his eyes open, rolling them around the room. A high, dizzying ceiling, well furnished interior, and a wonderful performance of a blue haired kid trying to break down the door. The door!

Justin gulped, head turning from the reboundign chair to the open doors. Had that kid really gotten through? No... No. Someone else had opened it from the other side. He picked himself up off the ground, forcing his sore back into begrudging cooperation.

Who'd kidnapped him? Were the others kidnapped as well? And what was up with Chair Kid's creepy grin? He shivered, having seen many smiles just like that before. I've had enough mental nuts in one lifetime, thank you very much! He wrapped his arms around himself, realizing that it was possible that he could be better at fighting. Maybe, maybe if he was stronger, maybe if he'd dealt with his father, maybe maybe maybe. Just... Shut up. Freaking out won't help you.

He let out a tiny grunt of aggitation before turning to keep the newcomers fully in sight. No way would he let anyone like Chair Kid or any kidnappers get into his blind spot. Speaking of which. For a little reassurance, he looked over his shoulder, pulling on an unwilling muscle, and spotted two girls. Okay, okay, girls he could deal with. But there were more than that, there had to be. Justin gulped.