Storm of Hate part 1

Climber had a dream that night. But it felt more like a nightmare.

He was standing in a room of some kind, a dressing room from the looks of it. Not only that, but he was holding a violin, to which he noticed he was playing. In this dream, he seemingly had no control over his body. The door opened and he turned to look. There was a woman in the doorway, her long red hair draping her shoulders in curly locks. "Karl...what are you doing here?" She said in here soft voice. Climber seemed confused as his body moved and hugged the woman delicately. "I just wanted to wish you a good show."

He hugged her closely. She gasped at the sudden pressure, but seemed to return the favor. "That...and I wanted to say my...goodbyes." "Goodbyes? What do you-" Suddenly she stopped, her breathing going more quiet or quickening. Climber couldn't tell, but he could see what he (or Karl) was doing. The black blade stabbed through her middle, twisting painfully causing the warm crimson to spill out on him. "K-Karl...w-w-what are you doing...?" He grinned wider. "Goodbye my love~"

He kissed her on the forehead before pulling out his blade and having her fall over. Then, Climber had control again. He was now wearing the clothes Karl had. They were soaked in blood and the woman was on the floor in pain. "Ah!" He knelt down, and moved the hair out of her eyes so he could see her properly. "You're going to be alright just hold-" He stopped. The woman was now Clarice. And she was dead. There was a flash of lighting and he woke up.

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Climber awoke suddenly, hearing that it really was raining outside. He sighed. It was only a bad dream. he thought to himself. But still, what a startling dream it had been. He hugged his legs close to himself. How he wished Clarice was here, but she was at home, no doubt sleeping peacefully. Arma was on his shoulder looking at him.

"I'm fine Arma...just a bad dream is all...nothing to worry about." Arma looked at him before settling on his shoulder. Climber smiled, resting his back against the wall.  Karl stirred around that time. "What are you screaming about Fluff-bag?" He said irritably. He never did like being woken up. "Oh! I'm sorry...I was screaming?"

Karl nodded. "Like a girl in a horror flick." "Oh...sorry again." Karl went back to laying against the wall, his arms crossed behind his head. His (or rather Climber's body) was much more comfy then his usual body. "So, when do you think we'll be back to normal again?" Climber asked after a few minutes. "Oh, I'm sure it may take as little as..."

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"A WHOLE WEEK?!" The two said at once. Jackie looked at them with that bland expression he always had. "Yes...that's what I just said..." "But-but-but, surely it shouldn't take that long for us to regain our energy back!" Climber said. He for one did not wish to remain Karl for that long.

"Well I didn't exactly ASK for you to break free of Castle's energy hold!" he said with slight irritation. "Until he gets his energy back, you two are stuck like this, so shut up and deal with it." Karl growled under his breath. "Fine, I'm off the go do what I usually do then." "Wait Karl!" Climber grabbed his wrist.

"What?" "You can't go out when it's raining Karl, or your face will melt off!" Karl stopped. ".....what?" He turned to face Climber. "Karl, right now your face is made of mud, it will wash off in the rain, blinding you and making you mute!" Karl seemed to think. "What if I wear a mask?" "It would still leak through." Jackie looked at Karl. "Let's face it, as long as it's raining, you won't get to kill anyone for a while." Karl's eye twitched violently. Telling Karl to not kill was like telling a shark not to swim: it was pretty damn impossible.

He grinned despite this. "I'll try my best." I won't make it. He thought.