《dream;catcher》driver

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Mary fires the pistol without hesitation, her eyes brimming with bloodlust. I manipulate the surrounding ice, extending it from my arms like tree branches. The bullets are repelled by the thick ice, prompting Mary to pace around me and fire at various angles.

Careful not to allow the ice to take over like the other times, I continue sprouting more branches to deflect her bullets. Unfaltering, she smashes through several of the branches with her spiked gloves and closes the distance between us. Before she can fire another shot, I use another branch to sweep her feet out from beneath her.

My branches swarm on her, forming fists and raining punch after punch upon her struggling figure. Before long, her defense breaks and her arms fall limp at her side. Her blood is painted on the ice that extends from my body, but it feels as though it’s on my own hands. Fighting back tears, I wipe the blood off her face with my ice, my hands shaking underneath folded arms.

I never thought my desire to live and fight would look so ugly and pathetic. I suppose it’s only natural, though- as base as the feeling is. As I make to exit the burning house, using the ice as a shield, I feel sickened by my own selfishness.

Preparing a block of ice as cover, I survey the battle taking place in the yard. A few dozen of my father’s men remain, fighting against even more attackers. They haven’t noticed me yet, so their aim stays on the black suits. As several of the men dissipate into shadow upon being hit, I sneak to the side of the building.

With the battle out of my view, I trek uphill to the neighboring fence some twenty meters away, dragging behind me a coughing girl. I hurry my steps, and lift her over the fence before dropping her onto the grass on the other side and forming a thick dome of ice over the fence.

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I have her gun in within my ice, so she isn’t much of a threat anymore. Hoping the fire won’t reach her before she wakes up, I head back to the scene of battle, thinking back on JC’s most recent messages.

Covering myself in ice, I step back into the burning building. The truck embedded in the doorway seems to be seconds away from exploding like it had my first iteration. I hurriedly throw the door open with my ice, and reach for the unconscious man behind the wheel.

The clean-cut, suited man wears a coat of blood over his face and chest, his hair uncharacteristically disheveled. “JC, hang in there!” I shout, grasping a hold of him with my ice and coating him before lunging through the flaming doorway.

. The enemy begins firing at me, forcing me to use more ice to defend. I run, holding JC within my ice, behind the volley of black suits. One by one, they are obliterated as they attempt to shield me, leaving only JC and myself.

However, I’ve reached my goal. Across the grassy yard I reach the second of the two trucks that had broken through the front gate. After throwing myself and JC in, I toss the dead driver outside and take his place. With JC fastened into the passenger seat, I put the truck into drive and step on the gas.

Just as I do, the truck inside the house explodes. Flaming rubble scatters throughout the yard, setting the magnificent cherry blossom trees ablaze. Several of the intruders are blown away by the blast, the others running in disarray, engulfed in flames.

My ice evaporates as suddenly as the shadows of the black suits when the heat reaches the inside of the truck. I drive through the panicked crowd of intruders, hitting several. Powered by adrenaline, I hold the wheel strong and whip the truck through the broken gate and onto the road, flooring the gas pedal.

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The truck speeds down the road toward a sudden curve, made noticeable only by the truck’s headlights. However, the adrenaline and heat wavers and my body freezes. It isn’t the fact that I’ve never driven a vehicle before, or the cold finally settling into my pajamas, but something else. I try to force my hands to move, but the very act of moving them feels more challenging than even the deep dream world’s machinations.

As the curve approaches, I stare wide-eyed at the rocky ditch ahead. Suddenly, something touches my left hand. Despite the freezing temperature, the hand supporting mine resonates a warmth I have longed for.

The one who has supported me with his comments since the very beginning of my self-satisfying journey, expresses his and everyone else’s support through a single touch. His warmth lights a small fire within me, meant to break the curse of the endless cycle set upon me in the deep dream world.

I now realize that I forced myself into that cycle throughout my journey, allowing my fear to cloud the warm feelings I shared with my supporters. I let myself stagnate because I lost sight of the exchange of passion, focusing only on my terminality. Aside from relying too much on my father to save me, I also relied too much on my ability to suffer in silence- through hard work verging on machinic drive. Perhaps that is the reason my body so often succumbs to freezing- not because of my health, but because I turned away from this warmth.

The dazed JC holds my hand firm and guides the wheel clockwise, steering into the turn. The nerves in my arms awaken, and I spin the wheel just enough to navigate the curve. His hand falls limp next to my leg as he breathes out a short sigh of relief before closing his eyes.

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