All Men Dream

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 16 (v.1) - Nightmares

Submitted: June 23, 2014

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Submitted: June 23, 2014



May 12, 2032

It was a quiet day in the hospital. In fact, it did not even seem like there was anyone in it. Nurses were not running up and down the halls as per usual, but that was probably because it was breakfast time.

In one particular hospital room, Sorb and Sixel played a game of checkers.

“Checkmate!” exclaimed Sixel with a fist pump.

“What are you talking about?” asked Sorb defiantly, “This is checkers, not chess!”

“What are you talking about? Why wouldn’t there be checkmate in checkers?”

Sorb sighed as he placed his hand on his face in frustration, while Sixel looked over at a sleeping Dante, the occupant of the room’s hospital bed.

Meanwhile, an imposing British man wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses walked into the hospital.

Dante groaned as he slowly opened his eye. He looked to his side to see a smiling Sixel and Sorb.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” joked Sixel with a smile as Dante looked around the room.

“Where are we?” he asked, confused.

“We’re in the hospital,” said Sorb.

“Oh, man,” said Dante as he sat up and stretched, “What hap…? Ah! What the hell?”

Dante realized that he could only see out of one of his eyes, and felt his other eye, which he could not open, with his hand. His heart skipped a beat when he felt the scar over his eye.

“My eye!” he screamed, “What the hell is wrong with my eye?”

Dante gritted his teeth and closed his eye as he remembered what George had done to him when they last met.

“Louis…” he growled with fury.

To Sixel and Sorb’s surprise, he leaped out of bed, and started yelling.

“Louis! Who do you think you are? Where are you, you bastard? I’m gonna kick your ass!”

“Whoa, take it easy, man,” said Sixel calmly as green energy began to radiate from Dante’s body, “You need to rest a while longer. Don’t get so riled up.”

You’re not the one who has only one eye!” yelled Dante as he furiously balled up his fists.

“Cut it out!” demanded Sorb.

Taking notice of Sorb’s assertiveness, Dante calmed down a bit, and stopped releasing spiritual energy from his body.

“Look, you just woke up after getting severely beaten several days ago! You should not be acting this way! You need to sit down and calm down!”

Dante was silent as he looked down at the floor.

“Are you okay?” asked Sorb with concern.

“What happened to Reed and my grandpa?” asked Dante with a soft tone of voice.

Sorb took a deep breath before he spoke. “They’re in the hospital too. Reed was recovering from a stab wound. It looks like that weapon Louis has is capable of hurting anyone, even guys like you and him. The real problem with Reed was that he was exhausted after having gone into his most powerful transformation. His body ached all over before, but he is almost better.”

“Your grandpa is recovering from multiple stab wounds, as well as a major cough. The doctors don’t know what’s wrong with him. He may have contracted something from his time of that island he was stranded on. They’re stabilizing him, but…I’m afraid that’s about all they can do for him right now…”

Dante closed his eye as he sighed.


In a T.G.I. Friday’s restaurant, Reed smiled as he spoke to his friend, a beautiful African American woman with brown hair, with a smile.

“How has your birthday been so far?” he asked.

“It’s been good,” she responded, “My parents called me to wish me a happy birthday, and they sent me a few boxes of chocolate.”

 “Oh, are they the ones with chocolate, peanut, and caramel mixed together?”

“Yep!” she answered with a smile.

“Well, that’s good. I know how much you love those… So, how old are you now?”

 Simone giggled as she playfully flicked Reed’s arm with her finger.

“I’m not gonna tell you.”

“Why not?” asked Reed.

Of course, he knew the reason why; he was just messing with her.

“You can’t ask a girl how old she is,” she responded with a smile, knowing he knew this.

 “Oh, I see,” he said with smug grin, “I get it. You don’t want to talk about how incredibly old you are.”

Simone gasped as she looked at Reed with fake shock. To make up for his little joke, Reed quickly put his arm around her and began to sing the Happy Birthday song to her. She rolled her eyes, but smiled as she did so. He always messed with her like that, but he always did so because he knew messing with her like that would make her smile, and he liked seeing her smile very much.

Once he finished singing to her, Simone quickly leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. Reed had not seen that coming, and looked at her in surprise. Simone smiled at him, and Reed smiled back, closed his eyes, and rubbed the back of his head as he chuckled.

“I certainly wasn’t expecting that,” he said, making Simone giggle, “Thanks, Simone.”

Reed opened his eyes from his nap, and looked up at the ceiling as he thought about his dream.

Simone… I…

“You miss her, don’t you?” asked a voice.

Reed gasped in surprise, and turned on his side to see who else was in the room with him. When he saw who it was, his eyes widened, and he gasped in surprise.

“V… V… Victor…”

Reed did not know how to react for a moment, but he quickly realized what was going on.

This isn’t real, he thought to himself solemnly, It’s a dream

Reed sighed as he turned away from his brother, who still looked like a twelve year old boy, but his brother would not have it. He walked over to Reed’s bedside and looked down at him.

“Why…are you…here…?” asked Reed without looking at Victor.

He was pleasantly surprised that Victor could speak in his dream, but he knew the real Victor was long gone, so he did not want to see or speak to the dreamed up version of him.

“Why won’t you look at me?” asked Victor.

Reed gritted his teeth as he closed his eyes. “It… It doesn’t matter… You’re not real… Why can you…talk?”

“You need someone to talk to,” responded Victor, “You would never open up to anyone else, so…I’m here.”

That statement made Reed loosen up, and he stopped gritting his teeth.

“You know…” said Reed as he slowly opened his eyes, “I always thought you’d sound like this if you had spoken as a child…”

“Really?” asked Victor with a smile, “You thought I’d sound manlier than you when you were twelve?”

Reed chuckled as he shook his head. “You’re funny,” he said in amusement.

Victor put his hand on his brother’s shoulder as he continued to speak.

“What are you doing, Reed?” he asked with concern.

“What do you mean?” asked Reed, surprised by his question.

“You know what I mean. You left Mom by herself back home.”

Reed gasped when Victor said that, and did not know how to respond. Victor knew he did not, so he continued to speak.

“Why don’t you talk to her as much as you used to?”

“I… I’ve…been…”

Don’t try to tell me you’ve been busy. Busy doing what? You’re a hermit. You don’t have a regular job. The United Nations agreed to pay you for the rest of your life as a way of thanking you for everything you’ve done for the world, so you don’t have a busy work schedule, especially since you quit the CIA. Why did you do that, anyway? You liked the job, didn’t you?”

“You know why,” responded Reed morosely, still avoiding eye contact with his brother.

Victor gasped when he realized what his brother was talking about, and his lips tightened in sadness.


“What about Simone? You loved her, didn’t you?”

Reed’s eyes widened in surprise when Victor mentioned her. He looked at Victor, and was about to say something, but Victor knew what he was going to say, and interrupted him.

“Don’t even try it. You know you loved her. Whether or not you loved her romantically or platonically I don’t know, because you don’t know, but you can’t deny that you loved her.”

Reed looked away from Victor, and sighed as Victor continued to speak.

“You… You need to move on, bro,” said Victor as he looked at his brother with eyes full of sadness.

Reed’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I know you loved me. I loved you too. I will always love you. That’s why I want you to be happy again. You haven’t been the same since the day I was killed. I can’t blame you for changing, but still… Look at how you’ve been acting… It’s like you purposely set out to keep anyone who could ever be as close to you as I was away from you. How do you think Simone feels? How do you think Mom feels?”

“I…speak to Mom,” said Reed in an attempt to defend himself.

“Oh really? Then tell me something, Reed: when was the last time you spoke to her?”

Reed did not want or expect Victor to ask him that, and remained silent.

“Well?” asked Victor. He had a feeling he knew what the answer was, but he wanted to hear Reed say it himself.

Reed closed his eyes as he gritted his teeth. He knew the answer, but he would never say it…for his shame was too great.

He heard footsteps walk towards the door, and opened his eyes to see Victor right beside the door.

“Where are you going?” he asked in surprise.

“…Back to Heaven…” answered Victor with tears in his eyes, “You and I will meet each other again someday, Reed, but until then…I’m afraid I have to leave you until then...”

Reed’s eyes widened in fear as Victor continued to speak.

“I’m sorry…but it’s the only thing I can do to make sure you move on… Goodbye…Reed…”

“Wait!” yelled Reed as he jumped from his hospital bed, “Come back!”

He went into the hallway, but when he looked around, he saw no one there.

“No…” he said as tears formed in his eyes, “Not again…”

He blurred all over the place, from room to room, hallway to hallway, desperately searching for his beloved brother, but he was nowhere to be found.

When it finally sank in that Victor was truly gone, he fell to his knees, and closed his eyes as he gritted his teeth in sadness.

“No… No…”

He raised his arms into the air as he screamed.


Reed’s eyes widened when he suddenly awoke from his nightmare. The last time he had a nightmare about Victor, he nearly screamed upon waking up, but managed to contain himself. This time, however, he just couldn’t help it. The dream had been too much for him.

“Victor!” he screamed as tears fell from his eyes.

“Reed!” yelled Dante with concern.

George tightened his hold around his neck, and Dante gasped for air.

I will defeat this man… I will avenge my parents…

“You were impatient,” said George with a smirk as he reached into his pocket and brought out Satan’s dagger, “You’re weak.

You should’ve known better. There was no way you were going to win this fight.”

It’ll take a lot more than this to finish me…thought Dante as he closed his eyes in pain, I won’t fail… I refuse to fail!

He tried to think of a way out of his position, but George did something incredibly violent and unexpected to keep him from thinking: he slashed his right eye with Satan’s dagger.

George gave Dante a wicked smirk, and Dante screamed in extreme anguish as blood trickled from his right eye down his face.

Dante suddenly woke up from his nightmare, and let out a scream of terror. It took him a few seconds to realize that he had just experienced a nightmare, and was not in fact having his eye slashed by George Louis again. A single tear fell from his good eye as he took in a deep breath and tried to calm down. As he did so, his eye widened in surprise, for he suddenly sensed that someone was in the room with him. He knew Sorb and Sixel had left before he began his nap, and he had a feeling Reed and Soli were still in their own hospital rooms, so he did not know have any idea who could be in the room with him. He sat up to look at the British man who sat in his room.

“Roger Clark…”

“Hello, Dante.”

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