Aug. 24th, 2009

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A black snake in the grass, sinuously winding its way along a dark, shadowy path. It merged with the shadows, barely able to be seen unless you caught its movement.

It continued along its path, moving ever forwards, slowly, carefully. It knew what it wanted, what its ultimate goal was. Chaos. Death. Destruction. And it knew how to get it.

Finding its ultimate goal, it suddenly reared up, flaring its head, fangs gleaming brightly in the shadows. It prepared and bit down, poison entering its victim...

Carlos woke with a start, gasping in a quick breath as he fought away the sensation of the nightmare. He murmured a word, and on the second attempt lit the candles placed around his bedroom, bathing it in a flickering golden glow.

It took him a minute or two to get his nerves back under control. He knew exactly what the nightmare was – his brain trying to come to terms with the violation. If he thought about it, he could feel his skin crawl as the snake crept over him. Peabody had done it. Planting suggestions, setting him up to do whatever the wizard wanted.

He wondered just how many of the young wizards had been affected. So many of them, dragooned into service as Wardens at the height of the War. And who else knew about what Peabody had done? They hadn’t necessarily been able to repair all the damage.

“You’re worse than Morgan ever was with paranoia, Carlos,” he muttered to himself as he stood up and went to get a drink of water. But he couldn’t sake that niggling feeling. So he’d be quiet, wait, and watch. Even though he was seen as a hothead sometimes, he was capable of that. He’d be ready if needs be.

Because something else was coming – that much he knew.

Carlos Ramirez
Dresden Files
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