Welcome to Gaia! ::

Demy awoke in a place he was instantly afraid of.

In fact, he couldn't even figure out where he was. His surroundings were pitch black, the inky darkness seeping in from all areas and confusing his senses. This was not the worst part of this place.

Nothing was felt except bone-chilling cold, there were no smells, no sounds, and sight was completely useless here. The silence was overwhelming in it's own right. Demy thrived off interaction, attention, and just generally being loud. And now here, where not a single sound was being made, it threatened to drive him to insanity.

But even that wasn't the worst part. Somewhere in this void of darkness Demy patted himself down. He had to have a glowstick right? He HAD to. He was Demetri Wright, the boy who had glowsticks night and day, the boy rumored to drink glowsticks. And yet he had none, not even a single glowstick on him.

It was a well known fact that Demy loved his glowsticks. It wasn't a well known fact that one main reason he always carried one was his fear of the dark. Their soft neon glow warmed his heart and drew his attention away from whatever his current worries were. They were, in a sense, a form of security blanket for the young teen. Now, completely lost in one of his worst fears, that security blanket had been torn from him. He couldn't even scream. The frosty air and the terror choked any attempt down to nothing but a whimper. He was frozen to the spot, alone, terrified, and whimpering pathetically for someone, ANYONE to find him and pull him from this personal hell.

Sitting there, Demy really had no idea just how much time had passed. Every second felt like an eternity, and with the passing of time he had to wonder if anyone would ever come to get him out of this. It was around the time he had resigned himself to his fate (had it been minutes? hours? days? ), that the darkness was finally broken by a soft glowing light. It was tiny at first, but apparently headed towards him as it grew brighter with each passing second. Eager to be out of the cold clutches of darkness Demy fumbled his way to a standing position (when had he sat down...?) and broke into a run after the light. The path was rough, especially since he couldn't see it, and there was one point he could have sworn he bumped into something that pushed him away.

But he couldn't worry about that now. He had to get to that light, had to get to it now so the Demetri Wright brand of rational thinking could return. When he was finally close enough he dove, hitting the ground and tumbling into the soft circle of light he deemed as safe. So thankful for this sanctuary, the trembling boy grabbed hold of the legs of his savior and sobbed into the fabric of their pants.

The joy was short lived.

"It's nice to see you again Demetri, it's been a while since you've come to my domain..."
Demy's blood instantly ran cold. The usual cry of 'that's NOT my name!' fizzled into a tiny squeak as he quickly scrambled back. Despite his surprise he didn't go very far, after all the dark unknown was still pressing in from all sides.
"You seem so -surprised- to see me here. Did you really think I'd let you go on making a fool of us? Making us seem like nothing more than an incompetent fool? We're better than this Demetri, better than the pests that inhabit the city around us. Don't you get it? They're vermin Demetri, filthy vermin who must be stamped out so the real owners of this world can take their rightful place."
Every word brought that horrible voice a step closer. Demy tried to keep his distance, but it was only a matter of time before he found himself yanked off the ground and staring into eyes.

Acid green eyes.

A sick sort of grin spread across Scheelite's face. The b*****d was enjoying this, every little bit of terror from Demy seemed to simply fuel Scheelite. The agent seemed to possess an inhuman strength (though Demy had to wonder if those in the Negaverse still qualified as 'human' ), as it took minimal effort to lift the struggling boy right off the ground. It was moments like these that Demy realized just how young he was. He was just a kid after all, a fifteen year old boy caught up in things he hardly understood. Some of these things he -never- wanted to understand.

"You see, dear little Demetri, you and I are like oil and water..."
He gave a dark chuckle then, the confusion written all over Demy's face clearly amusing him.
"You can shake us up all you like, try your damnedest to make us mix just like Z did with his...darker self, but sooner or later we're just going to end up separating again. And you know what Demetri? Oil floats to the surface, it smothers out water and forces it below, never seen until the next time someone comes along and shakes it up."
Demy still looked confused, though he was quickly realizing that maybe there should be a reason to be concerned at what his darker side was saying. No...what Scheelite was saying . This wasn't him! It COULDN'T be him!

...Could it?

"I'm the oil to your water Demetri. You can act as happy and bubbly as you like. Shake us up all you want to try and hide your darker urges. But I'm here Demetri..."
Scheelite was purring into his ear at this point, causing Demy to shudder at just how -close- they were.
"I've been here forever Demetri. Festering in the corner of your mind as you watched your parents have time for everything but you. Growing every day as you put on your happy face for school but secretly wished to be someone else. Your fame and popularity is false isn't it? Your claim to fame is a mere four letters on a silly arcade machine no one will care about in a few years. You think you're popular at school, but people don't actually -like- you do they? Know of you maybe...but who actually hangs out with you, besides Z? And even -he- couldn't be bothered to tell you he cared until recently..."

"It's..it's n-not true! I'm awesome, e-everyone knows that! And Z LOVES me!"
He had finally managed to stutter out some sort of reply. Scheelite simply gave a sad "Tsk tsk.." and shook his head.
"Demetri, this will all amount to nothing in a few years....can't you see?"
That grin was still there, it was attempting to be sweet now but there was a sense of danger behind it.
"Don't you want to be a part of something more? The Negaverse is your ticket to being part of something that actually matters. You do good and all the attention will be on -you- my friend. Don't ******** this up and you'll be well taken care of..."
This...was sort of tempting. In his confusion Demy didn't notice the way Scheelite was looking away during that statement. The Negaverse didn't baby, didn't really care about what it's officers wanted. They mourned, yes, but they also wanted -results-. Still, it was better than the nothingness his own family had offered him.

"Trust me Demetri...in the end oil will overrun water, you can only keep me below the surface for so long. You'll give in eventually. You think you own me, but trust me..."
And here Scheelite was right in his face once more, his tongue snaking out to lick along his teeth.
"I know you, and I know I'm -much- stronger than you. After all, haven't you seen what we've already done?"
Suddenly the area was flooded with light. The sudden change forced Demy to close his eyes and wait to adjust. Scheelite took advantage of this by spinning the boy around and wrapping an arm around his chest, pinning Demy back against his own chest. The agent's free hand went to the other's face, prying those frightened green eyes back open.
"Look!"
As the spots faded from his eyes and everything came back into focus, Demy was met with faces. Oddly familiar faces. In fact the more he looked the more he became certain....

These were the faces of those he...no...SCHEELITE had killed.

"Don't be fooled Demetri. The might look innocent now, sad even. Don't mourn for them, they had to die. HAD to die. The Negaverse is more important than them, more important than you. The Queen is all that matters. Get that through your glowstick addled mind will you?"
He tried to squirm, tried to get away. But Scheelite held him tight, forced him to look upon those who had died to further their cause. The b*****d hardly seemed phased (in fact, this all seemed to amuse him), but Demy was horrified. Men, women, that...was a child back there, right? Had it really been so many? Had he really let himself go so often to produce all this?

But it wasn't him! It was Scheelite! ...R-right? It...it had to be!

They moved now, their bodies drained of their souls and yet moving in unison to surround him, pressing in from all sides like the darkness had done until just recently. He suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe, the bodies and the sadness and the hate overtaking everything. Sometime during it Scheelite had let him go, seemingly floating in midair now (had he...teleported?) and watching with a grin as Demy was swallowed up by the mass of grabbing hands.
"Oil and water Demetri, I was always here...and one day I'll be the only thing here.
The last image he had was Scheelite's grinning face as the hands finally blotted out all light, dragging him into the recesses of the earth. He had killed them, and now he would share their grave.

It was then he finally found the strength to scream.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The scream carried over into the waking world, Demy bolting up in bed and throwing off his covers before realizing they were in fact just that and not the hands that had grabbed him in his nightmare. His roommate barely had a chance to give a sleepy "huh...?" before finding the terrified blonde in -his- bed and clinging to him desperately. Demy spent the rest of that night sobbing and holding onto Z, barely able to utter a single word about what he had witnessed in his dream.

And somewhere in his mind, Scheelite laughed.