Father Koln's dream time[sblock]
"Pardon..." Koln says, excusing himself from the table. He does not feel right, he suddenly finds himself back at the restaurant with his friends and Mr. Pilthersomthing. Strangely he is unable to remember anything before this moment, but his memory of what follows is strangely clear. Much clearer than his present comprehension of his surroundings which seem to blur and twist as dreams tend to do; similar to that brief moment one feels before their nervous system shuts down and they pass out.
Koln weakly opens the men's room door and enters. As god had foretold,or did he already know, there is "some guy peeing." The fellow, wearing an oddly shaped comically long badge that says "Hello, I'm Dave1123581323IEATYOURFACE" in bright red letters, finishes his business and leaves the bathroom, making sure to slap a round balloon-shaped "God has left the building" sticker on the door before leaving. Figures, he did not even wash his hands...
Koln sighs at this, before turning on the faucet in front of him. He dips his hands into the sink, under the cool running water. Shutting his eyes he brings his hands to his face... strangely, his hands are not wet. Before he can react or realize that these are not really his hands, he feels the fingers grip him by his hair and painfully slam his face into the mirror.
Alarmed, Koln wipes the blood and broken bits of glass from his face, and staring back at the broken visage of the hunter he had slain. In a ghastly, echoing voice that alters between high and low pitch, the familiar figure in the mirror taunts, "You have my blood in you Kolnyr Clergue... And I WANT IT BACK!"
Koln grimaces as the cuts on his face slowly close, and he smashes the cracked mirror with the butt of his gun, revealing a small crawlspace. Forgetting everything except for this moment, Koln scurries inside, wanting to get at the heart of the matter.
Koln stops crawling, uncertain of where he is or what has brought him here, unable to remember anything except the present. Through a grate in the side he peers down at his friends sitting around the table. Remembering, he continues onward to look for and exit.
"An exit you're after?" The old man in the tattered priestly uniform replies, pulling his fishing rod out of the deep green ocean around their small wooden boat. Koln's vision fails him a little after the boat ends, his incredible vision obscured by the incredibly thick fog around them. The fog seems alive, twisting and turning between Koln and the old priest, actually making up the old priest's beard. It is almost as if the old man's face is appearing from the fog, but being rational, Koln deduces that it is merely his sight playing tricks on him.
"Before I show you the exit, there is something I must tell you..." The old man weakly speaks. He opens his mouth one more time, and what sounds like a radio static follows, echoing and booming out of the old man's mouth.The sound is too much and fills Koln's heart with an intense gripping sense of dread, but mutters, "If this be God's Will..." before shutting his eyes...
And opening them again, Koln is drawn to the puddle in the alley outside of the club, having just escaped Mindy, watching what appears to be a small piece of wood in the middle of it. He is soon startled however by the sound of an angry primal growl. Koln lifts his head up to the noise only to come face to maw with what Koln assumes to be a snarling dog, but as his senses slowly come back to him he notices that this canine's body has a number of feline features. Slowly Koln moves his hand to his coat for his gun, but his expression soon changes as the beast stops growling.
"Oh, I forgot, I know... don't you recognize me?" Koln implores of the beast whom merely resumes growling, snapping at him, and runs off down the alley to join with a pack of animals similar to this particular one in appearance. Angry, Koln stands and shouts down at the wild pack, as if they could understand, "Fine, leave me! I will hunt down every one of you, and then you will be sorry. It is in my blood to watch you all die!".[/sblock]
Koln's eyes open once again, as he looks up at the underside of the familiar dorm mattress. He turns over, coiling his own arms around his chest in self-loathing, anger and depression, but most of all frustration at his inability to remember why.
Composing himself, he pokes his head out from under the bed, looking around at who's awake.
