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The pit of doom
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Maybe it was two days. Maybe longer. Keeping track of time was difficult. They weren't completely isolated from the world. There was tv, for one thing. Problem was, every time Jay fell on a bunk and opened a screen, all his good intentions of watching it were tossed out the window. He slept hard. As hard as when he first hit basic training. That's what this felt like. But with far less of an idea of what exactly he was suppose to do.

"You're holding back,"
Karim told him at one point. Jay frowned at the accusation. It sure as hell felt like he had given everything right up to his soul for this. Maybe the soul was included.. Bad analogy.

"What else can I possibly do?"
He replied, to which Karim shrugged, answerless.

"Thats your own demon to exorcise, Jay. I don't know what you're afraid of, but its eating at you. Trust us. Trust this. Trust Ascendancy. You're here for a reason."
Not exactly the guidance he was hoping to hear.

The first real chance to think didn't come until time for a shower. He'd never been one for long showers, even as a kid. Call it locker-room training. Whatever. But showers were a get-in, get-out affair in his life. Otherwise, there was no other chance to be alone, except in his bunk, but having already established that nothing happened there except falling into the sleep of the dead, that was a no go.

He used the power to heat the water for the shower, and stood there for quite some time until he summoned the will-power to release it and actually get in the shower. Dominick apparently had the brilliant idea that luxuries in life (like a hot fucking shower) were not allowed unless they could channel it themselves. Course, the only one who couldn't do it was Jay. He learned, though.

Standing there amidst the steam and fog, scorching water flaring his shoulders red, he tried to make sense of what he was withholding.

No epiphany came.

When he left the shower, dripping wet and towel knotted at his hip, commotion reigned in the dorm. He fell in alongside Samuel, "Whats going on?"


"Delivery," Sam explained just as his name was called, just before shouldering his way forward. When Jay was handed his own, he realized it was a clothing bag. The kind that held suits or fancy dresses. He winced and prayed it wasn't a tuxedo.

When he opened it, he blinked at what lay within.

"Definitely not a tuxedo."
He scrubbed his hair and swallowed the excitement growing in his gut.

He hurried to try it on.



Only darkness shows you the light.


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