Nick's Time On Savitar's Island

A Story by Michael Gentry

As realization of what's happening starts dawn on Nick now that he is somewhere safe, will Savitar be able to help the kid with his problem or just make it worse.

"Ohh f**k me... Will someone please get the name of the asshat driver of the semi that hit me? " Nick rolled over, and briefly opened his eyes, before groaning in agony and shielding his face with his arm. What the f**k had happened? He felt like he'd been on a bender for days, as if he could still get drunk, and had no clue where he was. He smelled the clean scent of the ocean and felt a warm breeze waft through wherever he was, but could give it no context. What he did know was that it wasn't the slightly sour yet warm scent of New Orleans. Or the rarefied no scented air of Olympus. Oh gods, what had he done? With him, and an unspecified amount of time with no memories, he was worried. Had the demon taken over? But no, if that was the case, he wouldn't be on the equivalent of a Caribbean island. Would he? f**k, who the hell knew?

Laying with his head cushioned and eyes shielded, he wondered why the f**k he had to have been born the Malachi anyway? The things he'd done? The hate and anger he felt all the f*****g time? S**t, it wasn't the way he had been raised. Nothing was as it should have been, nothing felt right. Every time he looked in the mirror, he didn't recognize the face there, the one his mother had raised to be good, and right and true.

At the thought of his mother he felt the familiar, yet still debilitating spear of pain go ripping through his heart. Mother f****r, would that s**t never diminish? It was still as fresh today as it had been 10 years ago. Jesus. 10 years? Had it really been that long? Felt more like 10 hours, or even 10 minutes. The wounds still bled anew every time he thought of her. And it made the way he's been living seem so much worse, so much more an affront to her memory. Yet for all the self hatred, the hatred of his enemies was so much stronger. He couldn't help it, it was forever there, low burning embers in the pit of his gut, the need to hurt those that had hurt him, the want to see suffering like he had suffered. The desperate need for revenge. No, for retribution.

Suddenly it dawned on him just what he was doing. Flinging his arm away from his face, he sat up suddenly. Even as the world tilted and his stomach heaved at the sudden movement, he opened his eyes and welcomed the blinding pain that speared through his head. F**k laying here and thinking, was he f*****g crazy? Not only had lame a*s introspection never gotten him s**t but more pain, his brains must have been seriously scrambled if he thought it was cool to just lay around and play head games with himself when he had no clue where he was or where he had been.

As the stars slowly cleared from his vision, he looked around the room he was in and recognized instantly where he was. If he'd been more on the ball when consciousness had first returned he would have recognized the smell immediately. Even though it had been a while, he had spent 2 years of his life here. Savitar's Island.

The question still remained however? How the f**k had he gotten here?

-Savitar-

Walking back up the beach to house after Ash Flashed away I have a few moments to myself, I should have done more for the kid while he was here the first time, but at that time my hands were tied. I couldn't show him what he needed to know without letting everyone and everything know where he was, what he was capable of doing.

Now everything was different, Nick had come into his powers, and because we spent two years surfing instead of learning how to control and focus those abilities, we had a lot of work ahead of us. I knew he was good with a blade and with his hands, Kyrian saw to that part of his training, and once we got his nightmares taken care of I could think of no safer place for him to harness his abilities than on Neratiti. All I had to do was convince him of that.

Walking inside the house I stop just inside the foyer and reach out with my senses, I can feel Nick's up and the fog has begun to clear. Now the fun part of telling him why we brought him here. I could already see the look of amusement on his face when I broke the news to him that he was stuck here till we could figure out a solution.

Just outside Nick's door, bracing myself for the s**t storm of profanity about to assault my senses, I walk in. Seeing Nick sitting on the edge of the bed reminds me of the boy in the man I see in front of me, taking a seat across from him, I motion for him to take a seat in the other chair across from me.

Once Nick is comfortable I tell him about his attacking Lex, claiming Noir was in your house draining your powers from you. When you struck Lex, he got Ash involved, who contacted me looking for a safe place for you in case your powers continued to malfunction or we found out what was going on. Your not the only one who's been having nightmares kid, Simi has been having them, as well as some of the Were's

The look of shock on the kids face would be amusing if the situation wasn't so serious, now that it seemed he was coming back to his full and upright position, it was time to get some answer to our question, and when you have questions about dreams, there's only one group you go to the Oneroi.