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Chapter 5: Some Kinda Wizard

Lewis slowly opened his eye, still feeling a little sleep heavy, but quickly got over the sleepy haze once he looked around. He was dumbfounded by where he was; he sat in a wooden chair on the top of a hill overlooking a forest. "What?" He asked himself while placidly staring at what was in front of him. Just then he felt an indefatigable presence behind him, the same feeling he had for five years. "Who are you, and why have you been following me?" He asked the thing behind him.

"You noticed me?" It responded in a very delightfully surprised voice.

"Yes you, whatever's behind me!" Lewis said trying to move, but was only able to move his eyes and mouth.

"Well it took you long enough to notice me sempai, but I'm not behind you." The disembodied voice sarcastically said from every direction. Black dust formed from the air into a tall, pale man. He stood at six feet, with thick white cornrows, a big white cloak that went from head to ankle, and eyes just like Lewis's, except where Lewis's would be black and gold his were black and a very reflective blue.

Lewis was beyond confused, only a lack of words could correctly describe what he was thinking. "That's impossible, only I could do that... only I have those eyes." He said in disbelief.

The man laughed and smiled. "I thought the same thing for thousands of years, and then you came around along with others. You're still young compared to your full life, and trust me I know how old you are, but you still have a lot to learn. I hope that you at least remember the past we had together."

"Our past?" Lewis was even more confused than before.

"Wow, this cycle really is nothing like the past once... Okay, let me help you." The man said, putting his hand on Lewis's head. Suddenly he was brought to a stairway that spiraled down to a large, deformed, dark ember crystal that seemed to sporadically change into radical shape at the bottom. Lodged into the walls were massive bells going all the way down from smallest to largest, and the stairs going down were made from finely cut stone held up by steel bars. He looked over the hand-crafted copper railing down to the center. As he looked down the bells started to play a sad, depressing melody followed by a bright light shining from the crystal. The man removed his hands from Lewis head and brought him back. "Now, tell me what you remember. Tell me if you remember what they said."

"I... I remember they would say it's all okay you'll be alright, and every night I could hear it, I remember. I could hear it in the wind that melody that they would play every single day to remind us it was over." Lewis couldn't get his mind around this. _How did I know that from just that melody? I just wanted some simple peace and quiet, no stress in life. This better be a dream! _He complained to himself.

"Oh poor Lewis, the one thing that pushes you forward is also what causes you so much stress. You think you want peace... think." The man stated, making it seem like he read Lewis's thoughts.

"What the hell does that mean!?" If Lewis could move he would've punched this guy; the attitude just annoyed him to no end.

"I'm saying that you hate stress, all you want is to do is your own thing, but without stress you wouldn't be you, and one day you'll realize that.... Wait, what am I doing, times running out and I'm rambling on... so, what's the name of that melody?" The man jumped from statement to statement like he was bipolar with his thought processes, furthering Lewis's hate for this charter.

"I remembered that it was called Solum in the key of D minor... how do I know these things?" Lewis was getting tired of this plethora of seemingly unconnected question that he was getting asked.

"I'm sorry, but that's for another chapter of your story, young Lewis. Now, look, and see what we're here for." He turned the chair Lewis sat in and pointed at the sky. "In a few days from now I would recommend for you to change your frame of mind to something more umm... caring; she'll need it."

Lewis saw a small silver dot come out of the cloud heading towards the ground. It became apparent to him that it was a plane from the trail of black smoke coming from its engines. The memories of those terrible times came back to him, his heart sank as it crashed into the forest followed by a fiery explosion. "That changed your life, and in time that will change your life again." The man put his hand on Lewis's chest, "I'm running out of time here; 'Bird Jesus calls', we'll talk some more later. Remember me, I'm Huy from the Axsula class, but you can call me Stephen Walking; you could think of me as some kinda wizard." Stephen said, pushing Lewis back, tipping him backwards into a tub full of cold water. _Oh, this scene? So, I am dreaming. _He thought to himself as he hit the water.

"Wake up... Lewis, wake up!" Chris shook Lewis awake. "You told me to wake you up." Lewis groggily mumbled under his breath in response. "It's midday, didn't you want to show us a new song?"

Lewis sat up, rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Yeah, sorry, I just had a strange night. Go on and get the things ready, I'm gonna get some food." He grabbed a red shirt that had some designs off the ground put it on.

"Fine, but be quick about it, 'kay?" With a swipe of his feet, Chris kicked a pair of jeans at Lewis's Face.

The belt jingled as Lewis snatched the pants out of the air, "Get going and I'll get out of bed." Chris chuckled and went downstairs to the garage. Lewis dressed into a fresh pair of jeans from his drawer and went to the he had washed his face, brushed his teeth, an fixed his hair, he looked at himself in the mirror. For a second he looked back on his life and had changed since he was 15.

Things were very different, life was calm, Trant and Sachi weren't causing much trouble now, he'd moved to an actual three story town house in a small community outside from Castalia city, taught Sara how to play the drums; which she learned very fast, and now he has a side job as a street "magician". His appearance also change; he was six two, had a goatee, was very well-built with broad shoulders, and just became 21 last week.

Lewis went downstairs to the second floor and sat at the kitchen table. He opened the fridge next to him and grabbed a plastic bowl with some leftover fish from last night to heat up. As he closed the microwave and set it to one minute he noticed a fortune cookie on top of the microwave. Lewis took off the rapper and cracked it open, weird, last time I had Chinese was a week ago, he thought to himself as he ate the cookie pieces. He unfolded the small note that was inside the cookie and read it, your fortune comes from how you look at it , then he flipped to the back, remember me. Lewis sigh and threw the note on the table next to him. "Well shit... why can't things be simple~" He sat down at the table and grabbed his food, thinking about what happened that morning.

After he finished eating Lewis walked down into the garage and sat down at his keyboard, silently he watched Sara and Chris have a drum and guitar duet. He looked around the room as his best friends joyfully played their instruments. The garage was nothing too elegant, just a low, dark green carpet inside a medium sized garage that would be empty if Sara's drum set, his keyboard, and the speakers weren't there.

A minute later Sara and Chris finished their duet with a beautiful melodic ending and looked at Lewis. "Me and Sara wrote it. Did ya like it?" Chris asked Lewis.

Haywyre - Doppelganger (Jonah Weihaas Piano Cover)

"That was great, I loved it." He replied and turned on the keyboard, turning up the sound. "Now, let's go over it one more time?" Sara spun her sticks and Chris switched to his bass, plugging it into the speakers, telling Lewis that they were ready. "1, 2, 3" He said under his breath and started playing the main melody. Sara joined in with cymbals to give it a nice beat, then she grew with the snare drums, leading into Chris with his jazzy bass.

They would leave the garage door open so they would get a better sound, but because of that they would get a few heads to turn their way or even some watchers that would clap at the end. All in all, the neighborhood loved them and would invite them to play in some year-end parties. This time there was only one man in an expensive looking coat and top hat watching. He waited until Lewis was done with his performance and slowly applauded for Lewis and his band, He walked up to them and looked at them for a few seconds, then tipped his top hat for them.

"Hello, my name is Walter, and your names are?" Walter asked them.

"I'm Lewis, this is Chris, and that's Sara, how may we help you, Walter." Lewis introduced his team.

"I, my sir, want to give you a job at my restaurant as my piano player. Sadly it can only be you because of monetary issues." Walter explained.

"You mean that fancy new restaurant that has an outdoor bar?" Lewis asked, surprised by this offer.

"Exactly!" Walter exclaimed while placing his hat back on his half bold head.

"We're not in need of money right now, that job would be just a pastime for us. Anyways, there's no point in doing this without me or Chris." Sara told Walter, irritated by her exclusion of such a decision.

"Now, now, Sara, let's be civilized about this." Lewis hushing Sara. "How about you pay only for me but the drinks and food are free for them, will that do?"

"I can work with that." Walter then looked at his silver watch, "I'm sorry for being so abrupt but I'm short on time, I'm afraid. Tomorrow meet me at the restaurant with your friends at six in the afternoon." He said, waving good-bye and quickly passed to his convertible. "Oh, and please call me Walt." Then got into his car and drove off.

Sara angrily stared down Lewis, "Are we really doing that, I don't like doing live performances, you know me. The only reason I do it for our neighbors is because they're our neighbors!"

"You're right, I do know you, you hate being still, but that's all we do the entire day. C'mon Sara, adventure!" Lewis put his hands up in the air as if he was holding a sword then let out a sigh, lowering his arms. "I know the first time is scary but you'll like the praises." Lewis quickly retorted, trying to persuade her.

Chris walked behind Sara and put his hands on her hips, leaning over her and rested his head on her shoulder. "Sara, don't worry about it, it'll be fun."

"I... I guess that would be fun and all, and it is a once in a lifetime offer... Okay, I'll do it, but just for the food." Sara agreed with some hesitation.

Lewis laughed and gave her a pat on the back. "Great! Let me get the things for the new song then, wait a minute." Lewis went back into the basement to grab a few items they would need. He came back with two things for Sara and some sheet music between his lips. "We're not gonna play this today because you have some things to set up with the laptop, and unlike Chris; judging by his face, you don't know the song." Lewis told Sara, setting the things down for her and passing the music out.

"Why do I have only one guitar part in this song, it's the only time I play? AND I sing for most of it!?" Chris complained and whined to Lewis.

"This great person once told me that in music sometimes you will get songs that you don't like, but to become a better musician you need to find something you like in that song, so that's exactly what you're going to do. It's a life lessons." Lewis taught another one of his life lessons.

Lewis set down the laptop on a small fordable desk, "I'm trying something new with you guys, I'm giving Sara an Octapad, a rhythm box, two symbols, and Chris will be singing while playing the guitar. Are we good with that?" Sara just stared with glee at her new toys while Chris mumbled under his breath some words that were close enough to a fine. He plugged in a few wires into the laptop and pulled up a program for the pad. "Here, the setup is already in a preset folder, just open this and do what you need to do." Lewis explained to Sara, showing her how to use the new equipment.

"Yeah, I got it." Sara said, not even looking at Lewis; being too dazed by her new equipment, and then started playing around with the settings and sounds.

Lewis walked to the front door and put on some socks. "Okay then, enjoy yourself. Chris and I are gonna go take a walk. Make sure to lock the door if you leave." Lewis grabbed a pasty-white, spring jacket. "Chris, come with me, we need to do something!" Lewis shouted from the entrance to the garage while slipping on his shoes.

Why me?" Lewis's brother shouted back.

"Because food." Lewis popped his head in the doorway and waved around an empty gallon of milk with the label 'malk'.

"You know, on the other hand it's not like I'm actually doing something..." Chris unplugged the guitar and placed it on a rack, "So why not. See you later, Sara." Chris gave her a kiss and followed Lewis, putting on his shoes at the door. "So, what's the real reason you want me to come with you." Chris suspiciously asked, walking out with Lewis.

"When we get to the park I'll tell you." Lewis put on his shades and walked in front of Chris. They walk under the cherry blossom which lined the streets of their community. The pink petals slowly glided down to the ground as a light gust of wind gently ruffled the trees. Lewis walked into the small community park and cleaned a bench of the pink petals that decorated it. he took a seat on the bench under the shade of a cherry blossom and signaled for Chris to accompany him.

"Oh no, tell me what you want that requires ME being dragged out here!" Chris demanded an answer from Lewis, crossing his arms.

"I needed to talk to you somewhere away from Sara, and really it's only a five-minute walk from our house to here; let's just forget about that for now. I'm here to discuss about something I discovered that will change our lives, but it can also have some serious repercussions in our lives, too." Chris took a seat next to Lewis and leaned back.

"I'm listening."

Lewis pulled out a strawberry and placed it in Chris's hand. "This berry is four months old, I've kept it mold free, and after all that time just look at it!" Lewis said joyfully.

Chris laughed and look closely at the perfectly preserved berry. "That's impossible, strawberries can't stay this fresh for four months. Is this a joke?"

"Nope. I learned how to stop a cell from ageing, how to make an organism become one hundred percent efficient at regenerating cells! though, there are some limitations: you won't grow back limbs or become invincible, so this regeneration only works inside the cell. Now I will warn you, as I did these tests I noticed that the test subject and I became sick when I used this power, I also noticed that the larger something is the longer we stay sick." Lewis put away his sunglasses into his jacket pocket, then he pulled out a folded-up piece of paper. "This here is a small piece of the notes I took; it has everything from test subjects to symptoms after I used that power; both to me and the subject."

Chris gave back the strawberry and took the paper, he looked up at Lewis in astonishment and confusion as he unfolded the paper. It was covered in numbers, statistics, percentages, and graphs. Chris took a few seconds to look at this paper that if not handed by Lewis he would think it was the notes of a mad scientist. "At least I know why you were sick all those times, but why do you need to tell me this in person, why can't Sara know about this?" Chris looked at Lewis as he ate the strawberry.

"As I said, this will have serious repercussions, that means we'll see everyone we know die, and everything we love eventually crumble to dust. I can't tell this to Sara without putting some serious thought into it." Lewis told this to Chris with a straight and serious face, his tone just as serious and cold. "Unlike us, she has something to lose. Even if we did have something to lose it wouldn't matter to us, or at least to me 'cause I've lost too much to care by this point..."

"...I see... and I agree, she would like it at first, but when she realizes that..." Chris let out a sigh, "I'm guessing it's irreversible, too?" The heavy tone showed in his voice, looking at Lewis. Lewis nodded his head in response. "So what do I do?"

"Think about what you're going to say, talk to her... aanndd do some more thinking before you come to me. That's all you can do." Chris didn't even know why he asked that question, he knew he would get that same exact answer from Lewis; he hated when Lewis was right about something like this.

Chris stood up and looked down at Lewis "And that I will do..." Then walked away as the petals rained down with another gust of wind. Chris turned around and looked at Lewis, he asked one last question: "Do you ever ask if you should, not if you can?"

The two brothers met eyes in a moment of sincerity. Lewis awkwardly looked away and gave a non-answer, "Never thought about it..." One more second passed after that answer before Chris turned around and walked away.

Lewis laid back on the bench and closed his eyes, he took a relaxed breath of fresh air and thought about tomorrow. Let's hope everything goes smoothly and I get that job; seems like a cool place after all. _He stretched himself out on the bench, enjoying the nice breeze and the odd smell of mint. He shrugged it off at first, but the smell only got stronger. He covered his eyes with his arm in an attempt to get some peace of mind. _Paradox much? T_he same voice from his dream resonate in his head, causing him to leap off the bench. _I'm not dreaming! No, this guy can't be real! Lewis tried to deny what he heard, what the fuck is happening to my life- no, just what the fuck is happening in general~

He looked around to reassure himself that this guy wasn't real. To his relief the only living things around him were a few Pidgies taking a bath in water fountain; the minty smell had also dissipated. "I'm just a little paranoid, just need to calm down..." He told himself, trying to relax his nerves. Man, that war felt like a lifetime ago, but it stills haunts me... Let's just go home and play some games. Yeah, that'll help. Lewis brushed off his jeans and put back on his sunglasses, walking out of the small park and back to his house.

On the way home he felt a nagging feeling to look inside a house that he'd passed by only a few seconds ago, then a few more seconds later that feeling became an impulse until he couldn't walk anymore. Lewis turned around and walked up to the front gate of a walled-off mansion, a big one for that matter. He couldn't see much from where he stood, so he decide to take a better look inside to see if anyone was in there. As he walked around to the back of the house he noticed the lack of security cameras or barbed-wire on the wall; it was just a tall rock wall. This is way too easy- I mean I just need to take a look inside. No harm done?

Lewis back up a few feet and ran full speed towards the wall, he ran halfway up it and grabbed onto a protruding rock, pulling himself up and over the wall. He landed with a quiet thud on the grass and fixed his jacket. "Huh... that wall looked much smaller- also conveniently placed rock was convenient." Lewis looked around the beautiful backyard of the mansion to see if there were any windows he could look through. He looked around the left side of the mansion trying to find a window that wasn't covered by curtains.

Spotting an uncovered window near the front door, he cautiously approached the window. Lewis climbed onto a chair and looked through. It was the living room of the house, a boy that looked around 17 being held in the embrace of a Blaziken. Lewis was wondering why the boy was crying until he saw what was on the TV; Passenger flight 173 has crashed this morning (case in progress) said the heading of the news. He fell backwards and landed flat on his back, knocking the air out of him on impact. The feeling of disbelief crawl into his mind as he tried his hardest to convince himself that none this was real.

Lewis sat on the grass and reflected on what he heard in his dream. "If all of this is real then what did he mean by a more caring frame of mind?" Lewis asked under his breath. Before he could ponder on that though he heard movement inside the house. He dashed across the yard and jumped up the and over the wall. I'll have a good talkin' to Stephen when I go to bed. Lewis thought to himself as he made a quiet, inelegant landing. "To home, there I shall ponder more." He sarcastically said out loud.

Tiredly, Lewis walked up to his door, grabbing his keys and unlocking the door knob, but before he could open the door himself Chris walked out. "Oh hey, Lewis," Chris said, almost running into Lewis. He closed the door behind him and pulled out Lewis's notes. "It's great that you're here, I read over the notes and I noticed that on the side you wrote 'Might be killing me'. I don't want you to hurt yourself for us." Chris quietly said to Lewis. "Is it really killing you?"

"No- I mean ye- I mean maybe, it depends on how much of my power I use. I'm like a Pokémon, if I use too much of my power; PP, my body will start to use any power available to it. That means that it'll start using my own body to get the power for a move, and this might lead to the rapid decay of my body." Lewis calmly explained to Chris, telling him the consequences of using too much power. "I noticed that the bigger something is the worse I got sick, so I assumed that I might have past my limit by just a bit."

"Is that suppose help, you just told me that you'll literally fall apart, I don't want you to get yourself killed!" Chris exclaimed while trying to stay to a whisper.

"I know what I'm doing, I would never do something without knowing the risks, and you, out of all people, should know that." Lewis sternly reassured Chris that he knew what he was doing. He placed a hand on Chris's shoulder, "I will never do something stupid and leave you alone... it's not like you're gonna make it without me after all." Lewis joked, lighting up the mood.

Chris couldn't help but smile at how cocky his brother could be, no matter the circumstances. "True, you always are under control when it comes to risk management," Chris reopened the door to let Lewis in the house "I'm going to help our new neighbors move into their house, I'll see you in a few hours." He walked by Lewis to the house across the street.

New neighbors... Lewis looked back at Chris when he knocked on the 'new neighbors' door, He let a small laugh right before he said to himself, "We might have to buy a fruit cake...or exotic butters," while walking into the house.

Hours later...

Lewis sat alone in a chair looking out at the small pond behind his house from the deck, he took a sip of his Vodka and thought about the events of that day under the moonlight. Lewis heard the glass back door of his house door slide open and close. Sara took a seat next to him and leaned on the chair's arm rest. "Hey Lewis, I know that for some reason you're not doing so good today, but I need to ask you something..." She stated in a question like manor.

"Go ahead" Lewis laid his head on the headrest of the chair.

"Even though I've known you for 5 years already, you never told me how much you actually knew about me. Yes, I know we agreed that you wouldn't use your psychic powers for that stuff, but you knew what I was from the start." Sara stared at him, waiting for an answer.

Lewis lit a lantern that sat on a table between them, then took one more swig of his Vodka. "You want to know how I knew what you were when we first met, right?" Sara nodded. "Well you already know most of my past life, I just never told you that all of this was, well... an idea in a game. You are in the fifth generation, we are currently on the fourth gen, normally there's a hundred-year gap between gens. That's why I was so surprised when I saw you, you weren't supposed to exist. "

FNAF - Don't Go

Sara looked aimlessly at the lantern in front of her, she found it hard to understand what Lewis had told her, the notion that she's just strands of zeroes and ones. At the same time Lewis stared at the moon, feeling the soft, cool breeze of the night as the long grass in the pond rustled with the wind as he drank some more. There were a few seconds of solemn silence between them, then Lewis broke the silence by saying: "If you think that's hard to understand imagine me, how I reacted when I saw this. I had an existential crisis for a month."

"My... my life is a lie- it's all fake..." Sara curled up into her chair, tucking her legs in as her heart raced.

"No, it's not like that, Sara. This is all real, everything is real and possible! I explained to you that everything will and has happened; this is one of those things." Lewis tried to soften the blow for Sara, doing his best to talk her down.

The faint, stuttered breaths of something between a sob and a weep came from Sara as she clutched her fur. "Everything I cried over and cares for, all of my suffering doesn't mean shit..."

"You know it's not like that! What you felt and went through is real... Look, I know this won't help, but the same is possible for me; it's what I thought when I came here." Lewis put down his drink and placed a hand on Sara's arm. "I had an existential crisis for a month when I woke up here, I understand how you're feeling."

Sara took a few shallow breaths and let out a slow sigh. She started to think about Lewis, how she never bothered to ask about his past but would always talk about herself. "How was your first day here, did you always have those eyes, and what happened to your parents?" Sara felt guilty for never asking about his story in the five years they've know each other due to her general ignorance, a want to not find things that would disturb her; something very possible with Lewis.

"I was there one day and the next day I was here, I still remember that day. It was early morning when I woke up, I was already ten with memories that weren't mine, in a body that wasn't mine, just like Chris. He was under me in our bunk bed. We look outside and the first thing we saw were children playing with their Pokémon, and for the entire month Chris had a smile plastered on his face. I didn't have these eyes yet, they came to me slowly just like my powers, and like me, Chris slowly got his eyes, too." Lewis had a small smile but a sad expression, "I found myself in a happy family on an amazing world... but the only thing I didn't expect was how much I loved my parents. I had no family, no friends, only them and Chris, so they really grew on me. Then one day... it all fell apart. I was thirteen then, we were on a train traveling through Kalos on a rainy day, when a mudslide fell in front of the train. There was nothing we, or anyone could do but to brace ourselves. When the train hit the slide it instantly derailed into a ball of twisted metal. Only three people survived, Chris, me, and another woman."

Sara looked away from Lewis, not knowing what to say. She didn't need to look at him to know how depressed he felt. "Since that day it was never the same... Chris loved them, too. After that day, he changed, he seemed happy, yet I knew he was hurting inside. Thankfully I was a good negotiator, that's how I got everything we had. You--no, we were each other's salvation. I could only push Chris forward in life so far and it was killing me to see him that way, and you were living off the kindness of others... two life times and my parents died in both... what a world." She heard all of Lewis's sadness form a lump in his throat, making those last words painful to say.

"I-I'm so sorry for making you remember that... that was a stupid question. It's just... I always talk about myself and my life, but I never bothered to hear your story." Sara was astonished by her stupidity, she knew his parents where a sensitive topic, just never why. She let out a depressed sigh and stood up from the chair. "I'm going to bed, you should get some sleep, too." Sara walked back inside, gently closing the door behind her.

A strong gust of wind blew out the lantern, leaving Lewis under the moon once more. "No... it's my fault, I brought it up~" Lewis spoke to a Sara that was no longer there, drinking the rest of his Vodka and throwing the bottle off the deck, turning it into glass-dust midair. "Also no malk~" He closed his eyes and slouched in his chair.

"Really? I wanted a drink of that." Lewis groaned as he heard that quirky, irritating voice, "Mind if I have a drink?" It was Stephen and he had a jar of moonshine to drink under the moonlight. "I know alcohol doesn't do much for you anymore, so try some pure alcohol."

"Sure, it's not like this real anyways. So, what did the all mighty Lord Gaben want from you, and how can I help you?" Lewis sarcastically said, keeping his eyes closed.

"Ah, you're very apprehensive! Well for starters open your eyes; it's rude to not look a person in the eyes, second; never talk about our Lord in such a disrespectful manner, he brings us summer sales and he can take them away." They both chuckled, Lewis finding it strange to laugh at one of Stephen's jokes. "I just wanted to talk, it gets lonely where I come from." Stephen said, sitting next to Lewis where Sara use to be and pulled out two shot glass, pouring himself some moonshine. "It's going to be a long time before I can talk to you again, maybe the last time, so why not see you one more time."

Lewis opened his eyes and strangely felt happy that they weren't on the moon or something, it was just him and Stephen on his deck, looking at a pound. He could see Stephen's vibrant blue eyes cut through the darkness of the night, flickering with each blink. "So the big guy is not happy with us talking, huh? I feel like it's a good idea to ask you who you really are, but at the same time I feel like I'm better off not knowing." Stephen nodded, drinking up the entire shot glass. "Sooo, you were right about the plane, but how does that affect me, and can you not screw around with me mid fahckin' day?!" Lewis complained to a possibly imaginary person.

Stephen was intrigued at Lewis's last statement; he did no such thing to pester Lewis midday. "You must be mistaken; I would never pester my good friend like that. Are you sure it was me?"

"I am absolutely sure it was you, I heard your voice in my head, and you're seriously denying it!" Lewis replied, irritated by Stephen's games.

Stephen poured himself another drink, finding this very interesting. "I cannot deny your statement of truth, even more when you're Absol-lutely sure about it, but that was not me, or at least the me right now." Lewis groaned, he knew there was no point in arguing, so he had to accept it and moved on. "Well mister Lewis, I have to go, but I shall investigate on this incident, only the future can tell!" Stephen proclaimed in a fancy-like manor, walking away from Lewis while eating his shot glass; which seemed to be made of rock candy. "And if you're wondering, all 127 people on the plane were accounted except for one. Now, if you excuse me I'll go play with my glorious Buttstallion." He said walking into Lewis's 'imaginary' house.

Right as Stephen close the sliding glass door Lewis woke up. "Dammit, more questions than answers, I hate that!" Lewis cursed out, slamming his fist on the chair's armrest. He laid back and slowed down his breathing, trying to relax, but as luck would have, rain stated falling from the heavens. Lewis didn't try to run, or even cover himself, he just sat there and enjoyed the cold, stinging rain droplets as he got completely soaked. "You gotta enjoy the little things in life, also, always double tap..." He laughed, enjoying his cold shower.

Uppermost - Vandal

Well, this was fun to read write, gave me a lot of new ideas to play around with. Certainly hope this was an enjoyable read :p