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Everything Jake. #380 (drawings return tomorrow...!) Jake's Final, continued. M floated (seemed to float) accompanied by a dazzling whirl of bright colors and light. This fantasy world in which in now found himself was breath taking. Every move he made stimulated a different reaction of the light. It changed and moved, as if it was alive. M blissfully bobbed and weaved in this pool (what seemed like a pool) of brilliance. Up above him, there seemed to be the heart of all around him, a blazing white beacon. There, he thought (seemed to have thought) is where I have to go. Shoulders tight and legs together, M hurled (seemed to hurl) himself upwards (seemed upwards) to the white light. As he got closer, he could sense, see, feel the white light, it pulsated with a calm M had never experienced. The colors and light slowly faded as he made his ascension, until there was nothing more than M and the pulsating white. He was amazed how big it seemed. The amount of energy flowing from within was overpowering, but M pressed on, now knowing quite exactly why, but he felt he needed to get closer. Brick wall. M's body shrieked (seemed to shriek) in pain, every fiber, every nerve ending fired off, he started to shake (seemed to shake) in utter disbelief. The white blob of light, which was so peaceful and inviting moments earlier, now seemed horrific and deadly. Each pulse of the light sent pain screaming into M, he tried to back off, but he was pulled in somehow, force to continue upwards. Consciousness was escaping him, though he tried his hardest to remain awake and focused. No. This will not beat me. Not. Today. The white light seemed to realize this sudden surge of resistance, and stepped the pressure up a level. M winced, and bit down on his lip so hard he drew blood. I. Will. Not. Give. Up. So. Easy. You. Fuck. His arms, which were fashioned to his side, slowly, painfully, rose toward the light. The white ball of light now was sending out concentrating beams directly at M. Each one felt as if it was destroying him, but it didn't matter. I didn't come this far to be beaten by a stupid ball of light. Get over here. M reached out, and his fingers made contact. "Have you noticed anything weird with Megroth and Kelion lately, M?," Shamya spoke, her head resting on a issued uncomfortable white pillow. "How so?, " M questioned. The after glow of love still hung in the air like the smell of a burnt out scented candle. "I… I don't know. It seems like they've been going off together a lot, talking, sharing secrets. I think something might be up." "Ludicrous. You know I'm the number two. Anything going on Kelion reports to me. He actually doesn't trust Megroth either. But that's not really for you to know, Shay." "But… the way they look at each ot---" "Enough of this. Keep quiet." "I just want you to watch out for yourself, okay, M, I… I care about you…" Silence. M shook his head in anger. Why would she say that, to him? Didn't she know who he was? "Listen", M spat out, "I don't need you to watch out for me. It's a dangerous time, war could break out at any second. I trust Kelion Vance because he's a good soldier. Megroth, no matter his flaws or lack of personality, is a soldier. I would rather have them covering my back in a swarm of fire then you or any other girl, you got that?" "Any other girl, or any other black girl?" "That has nothing to do with it, damn it, Shamya. I… I think we're getting too close. I don't mind the sex, I enjoy it, matter of factly, but, you have to know that's as far as it goes, got it?" "You think I want more of you then sex? I was talking about the squad, you fuck. If Kelion and Megroth have been infected by the idea of-" "ENOUGH! I can't even fathom that you would say that!" "M… I'm only going to say this once. Me and you, worlds apart. I had to fight my way every second of my life. My daddy wasn't always there to back me up… Listen… I respect you as a soldier, and, as a lover. As second, you have to be aware of everything that's going on. The Zankot Army has the best mind infiltration agents in the world. If you remember, one of the modes of operating is to get to recruits." "But", M spoke, as he was getting up, enough of this, "the side effects are well recognized and we've been trained to look out for them. I've seen none of this in Kel and Megroth. Sure, maybe they like the company of one another, that's more than I can say about me and you." Shamya sat up and watched M gather his clothes. Never before had she seen this side of him. Sure, she thought, it was possible that the great Keilon Vance and Megroth were under Zankot mind control, but it was highly unlikely. M glanced at her in disgust, she turned her head into her pillow. He left without another word. After all, she thought, if they were under control, she would have known about it. A thin, barely noticeable smile crossed Shamya's lips.    
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