I had this really weird dream Friday night/Saturday morning. It's really befuddled me. Weird, but it's actually worth a pretty good story. If anyone might know what it may mean, let me know... maybe it means I'm abnormal and need help... oh well. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ A young boy sat silently, hands upon his lap; his head was down, looking at his feet. He bumped around somewhat; a train was taking him towards his bosses Head Quarters. He glimpsed up faintly, looking at the wall; a small black switch, the words emergency stop printed underneath it. He glanced to the left, then the right; he didn’t want to go, but he was a secret agent and he needed to get in. His partner was around front, with the boss. Their boss trusted his colleague, but didn’t quite trust him. He lifted his gloved hand to his head, running his fingers through his short, sandy-blonde hair. He jumped up swiftly, clicking the seat belt off, and running over to the switch, flicking it. The wheels squealed as the switch was flicked. He hung on to a bar near the switch, trying to keep his balance. Once the train had slowed down enough that he could walk, he let go of the bar; running forward he dashed past the compartments, and into the main compartment. As soon as he entered the main compartment, a barbed rope was flung at him, wrapping around his throat. Placing his hands at the front of the rope, so the thorns went into his hand rather than his neck; he skidded to a halt, grunting vaguely. A glowing figure walked closer to him; he was holding the ropes handle, and the tip of the rope. “Well, well, well -- I never thought you would be disloyal to me, Alexavier,” replied the man. He gripped the rope tighter, pulling Alexavier closer to him. “Why would you betray me?” Alexavier grunted slightly, glaring at him. Seeing Alexavier wasn’t going to answer he pulled him closer, a nose interval away. Raising his brow vaguely he whispered, “Don’t answer, but you’ll be sorry you deceived me.” Alexavier clenched his teeth at him, as the man pulled back his hand, knocking Alexavier cold. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Alexavier finally awoke, he was hanging from the ceiling, in a cold basement. His head was resting on his right arm, his feet barely scraping the ground. Dried blood rested on his shoulders, and some running from his hands. He glanced up as he heard the hard knock of a wood window being opened. Dark, emerald eyes looked in on him as he looked up. As he allowed his head to fall, the window closed and the large wood door opened. The man with emerald eyes walked in slowly, taking long, dragging steps toward Alexavier. Stopping just in front of Alexavier, he used the end of his barbed whip to push Alexavier’s head up. Alexavier allowed his head to be pushed up, glaring slightly at him when their eyes met. “Come now, Alexavier, I didn’t bring this upon you. You brought it upon yourself.” Reaching into his pocket leisurely he allowed Alexavier’s head to drop; looking up slowly Alexavier saw the man bring his hand from his pocket, a small plant spreading from it. “Now tell me,” he said, glancing from the plant growing in his hand to Alexavier. “Why did you betray me?” Alexavier held his head up weakly, glaring with all his might. “Now, now, Alex, no need to get testy. Just answer my simple question.” Alexavier glared at him still, snorting slightly as he allowed his head to fall. Mumbling he replied, “I never was on your side, Benin.” Benin snarled his lip, then gripping Alexavier’s throat forcefully he reached up his hand with the plant, placing it upon the ceiling; the plant sprouted down towards Alexavier’s head, running down until it wrapped around his throat a few times. Benin wiggled his fingers a little, commanding the plant to loosen a bit, he pulled his hand away as the plant tightened it’s grip. Alexavier swallowed faintly, the plant tightening more. As the plant tightened he pulled at his hands, trying to get them closer to his throat to tear the plant away. Benin started to stride away as Alexavier grunted. As Benin reached the door, he turned slightly, his emerald eyes falling on Alexavier’s fainting figure. Snapping his fingers the plant released Alexavier, recoiling back to the ceiling. Alexavier coughed violently, scrapping his feet upon the ground to try and stand. Benin stopped and turned at the door. “Maybe now you will obey me.” Turning to face the door, he opened it and walked out; closing the door behind him, he chuckled and walked away.