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You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

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Shuffling footsteps filled the hallway that lead towards the main hall. Within the main hall were hundreds of -coffins- filled with sleeping humans. They were all peaceful, curled up in their dreams and monitored by the weavers. There were a few coffins where the illuminating light flickered harshly. Nightmares were taking place in those ones. Reapers doing what they did best.

Nanzu opened the door to the main hall slowly and slithered in. His half lided eyes glazed over as he wavered from side to side. Deep dark circles around his eyes as his head rocked slightly with every step. Anyone who saw him might think he was about to pass out. But they would be wrong. He never slept. He hadn't slept in over three years. Not once.

What good was a reaper who never slept? Amazing. He was known as a Day Dreamer. He navigated the dream network as he walked around awake. His conscious split between reality and the dream world. However it took his tole. Aside from being addicted to Insoma and relying on it to stay alive now, he couldn't tell the difference between the dream world and reality. Had he been anyone other then the boss's son he would have been locked up, or possibly killed.

Nanzu was looking for his sister. He was a twin you see, his sister a Weaver. She was possibly the best one. A young man who was carrying a tray of vitamin bags wasn't paying attention and almost crashed into Nanzu. When the looming man stopped and glared down at the man there was a strange reflection to his eyes. He didn't see human's the way they were supposed to look. This weaver was a grotesque jabbering creature. The apologies wasted on crowded ears filled with the screams of victims.

Swift, powerful, and deadly. The weaver was lifted off his feet by his throat and Nanzu's normally wasted eyes were large and a small smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. A small murmur of a laugh leaving his lips before turning into a roaring. He tossed the creature off to the side and then stepped on him. A large black boot crushing down on brittle ribs.

After that it was like a switch. Nanzu was back to swaying and looking ready to pass out. Muttering his sister's name over and over again. "Jia. Jia. Jia, where are you? Jia."
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You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

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Wary eyes watched Nanzu from all around the room as he swayed his eyes locked ahead of him. Though there was no doubt they were flickering everywhere. He was looking in both the dreams and the reality for his sister. He knew she was the best at what she did, but he also knew her as just his sister. Nanzu had never been close to his mother and had been dragged to his father's work ever since he was little. Jia was the closest thing to something precious he had. After he had become the Day Dreamer his father had seen him as nothing more then a tool, but still treated him sweetly. So that he would do what he wanted.

"Jia. Jia. Jia. Jia...." The constant murmur was little more then a whisper rising into a projecting voice and dying back down. It wavered even the dream world. Then she came up to him he stopped moving and tilted on his feet. "Jia...." Her name was a dark whisper on his lips accompanied by what many would mistake as a lunatic's smile. It was actually that of a happy smile for him. He watched her for a moment his eyes actually moving to meet hers. She was resonating slightly, that meant she'd just come out of the network.

Nanzu heard the request for coffee and nodded his head lightly. "Nanzu is off duty...I wanted us to have..." He had to pause and think about the time it was. He would have looked at a clock, but they never looked right or told the correct time. So he shrugged. "...breakfast together." He grinned and it looked crooked and sinister. Everything he did looked that way though. If you hadn't slept for three years, you might be the same way. He leaned down and kissed her forehead gently. His hand touching he cheek. His skin was cool, but his touch was calm and gentle. Unlike his appearance.
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You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

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As soon as they entered the break room the people who were already in there took cautious note of the twins. Most of them were calmed by the fact that Jia was there with Nanzu. Even the Reapers seemed a little shaken by the intimidating man.Yet, he didn't seem to take notice of them. He was focused on his sister, not the creatures surrounding them. Following her like a young child might if being led by the hand of their older sister. Sometimes Nanzu was much more childish then he seemed.

As they were sitting there Nanzu looked at the sandwich before him and tilted his head. Catching it right as it grew crab legs and quickly taking a bite out of it. It tasted like a normal sandwich, but looked rather grotesque as he ate it. He had gotten through maybe half of the sandwich when he looked up at the doorway. Someone called for his sister before stopping in their sentence. Nanzu glared at them and then looked to his sister. Jia had word to do apparently. He nodded lightly and watched her switch into the dream network.

Jia slipped into the dream and Nanzu's focus shifted with her. Because she was sitting right next to him it was easy for him to keep track of her in the dreams. Watching carefully. He worried about his sister, it was only normal. He could see Jia as she pulled and twisted the dreams the way she needed. Then she found the problem. A man with a sword. Nanzu appeared to just be watching.

One swing. It was the last action that man would ever make. Both the dream network and the real world echoed with a screaming roar. The ground shook in the dream scape and the sky turned a into a miasma of purple and red. Dark tendrils swirled through the thick mist and skeletal hands tore at the man's feet. Suddenly Nanzu was standing behind the man. Reaper's weren't supposed to touch people in the dream world. They could use weapons, but they weren't supposed to make contact. You could contaminate the nightmares with your own. In most cases this would lessen the effect.

"If you die in the dream world..." Nanzu's voice eerily echoed around them. "...you die in real life." Suddenly he wrapped his arms around the man and bit into his shoulder like a savage beast. There were flashes of images and the Realist let out a terrible scream. Thrashing in Nanzu's arms he screeched pitifully. Nanzu's nightmares were worse then any. He lived in the fears of others and himself for every waking moment. Yet he still had nightmares. He filled the man with his emotions and nightmares. In the dream the Realist began decaying and falling apart. In real life his brain was over stimulated until he died, his brain literally frying.

Nanzu stood in the dream scape covered in blood from his lips dripping to his shirt. He was breathing heavily and a single tear rolled down his cheek. He threw back his head and gave an angry cry. They had hurt Jia. That was too much. The dream network shook and spastically wavered as the miasma seemed to flare out like a super nova. He went slack as he stood there and shook.

In the break room Nanzu had overturned a table and tossed two reapers who were trying to calm him down. One had hit the wall and gone unconscious, the other was writhing in pain on the floor. Nanzu sat on the floor next to Jia and he held her hand waiting for her to wake up. His dream form was staring at her emptily as if expecting her to leave as well. "Jia...Jia..." Nanzu muttered and rested his head on her hand in a motion craving for her attention. "Wake up...wake up...." There was a raw horrendous fear to his voice.
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▒N▒A▒N▒Z▒U▒X▒S▒I▒
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You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

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Nanzu's dream form shook in her grasp and his violent tears slowed down. He could feel her as if she was real as anything else, but not everything he thought to be real was. She was still in the dream network. That meant she very well could be trapped here. His mind reeled and his dream form closed his eyes desperately. Luckily she didn't stay with him there. She soon left the dream network as everything settled down.

Jia woke up and then within an instant was in his arms. Nanzu pulled her into his lap like a child and held her comfortingly. She was crying now, but she was awake. That was what mattered to Nanzu. His voice was soft and echoed with a gentleness that was reserved only for Jia. "I'm here. You're awake...you're awake." He reassured her and placed his forehead against her's. "I won't forgive them..." This was a low whisper that echoed in the dream network but was just barely heard in the real world.

Nanzu had two fatal flaws. The fact he was crazy and split between worlds. Then the fact that he had no restraint. Especially if you hurt his sister. That signed your death warrant. He had killed Reapers, Weavers, and Realists alike for upsetting or hurting her. He held her and hummed a soothing lullaby.

Within the dream network his form suddenly melted into the shadows. Weavers used the threads and dream lines. Nanzu was a Reaper, he followed something else. The embrial-paths. The actual activity reactors of the human mind. Nanzu could follow them and they're surges of electrical activity to find his victims. Realists had less of Neurvahna in their system which made their connection weaker as well as their dream-selves. He was following the dying line of the man he had killed. It was faint but there. Whoever had done this, ordered this attack, he was going to make sure anyone involved faced the consequences.

It didn't take long for a Weaver to complain about the dream network being disturbed in an -offline- district. It was supposed to be offline to employees because it was an unmonitored area that the rebels had wired themselves. Very dangerous. However as soon as she followed it to Nanzu she stopped. Seeing the man holding his twin protectively and rocking her in his arms. The Weaver was trembling and took a step back. She knew better then to interrupt.
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▒N▒A▒N▒Z▒U▒X▒S▒I▒
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You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

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From within the dream Nanzu was causing chaos and destruction. His death count was up to four. His eyes were flaming and his cold shadows reached out building horrors that no man could accept. No man but Nanzu that is. These were his nightmares, the things that scared him when he slept and every dreamer was feeling his pain, his fear. All of it. It was breaking them, destroying them one by one; and all it took was a single bite from this Day Dreamer.

Outside, in the real world it was almost impossible to tell what was happening. If it wasn't for the fact his body temperature was dropping dangerously and his body was shaking no one would know the effort he was putting forth. However it didn't stop him from coddling his sister. He held Jia and kept humming. It wasn't a certain tune, just a frame of notes soothing and dark. He had his eyes closed and his head resting against her's. He would take care of her and he would destroy those who had hurt her.


Back in the dream network's offline district. A new dreamer had appeared. Black hair and patched eyes. It was the glistening red scythe on his back that gave it away. Finishing off his current prey he turned his attention to The Grim. He met the grin with a snarl of teeth. "You...You hurt her..." His voice echoed but didn't leave his lips. He could barely hear what anyone was saying. It didn't matter. He threw his head back and a roar rivaling a dragons left his lips. He seemed to tear duel swords from the shadows that danced around him. Made from flesh, bone, eyes that shifted, snakes weaving around his hands, spiders crawling up his flesh.

Nanzu launched himself towards The Grim and his swords clashed with the scythe. His enemy had the advantage of being unable to see the horrors surrounding him. He had deliberately dulled his senses so he could fight the people like Nanzu. But Nanzu was a determined soul and his searing hatred for the people who had attacked his sister was more then enough to fuel the fight.
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