PG, m/m, angst
Crazy Eddie's Private Journals: The Apostles
By Tiriel
I knew that those bikers were trouble. I knew it I knew it I knew it. He still won't tell me everything that happened there, but I know.
He was hopeful, for just a moment. He thought he'd found an army to help fight this battle. And maybe they could have helped, but not in a way that I wanted to have anything to do with, and, in the end, Cade felt the same.
It just about killed me that he had hope and then had it taken away. But somehow, it seems like he's gained something from it. A renewed sense of commitment to his ideals. He's sworn to shed no innocent blood, which, considering that only a week or so ago he was taking hostages and threatening to kill them, is a step in the right direction as far as I'm concerned. His bad mood has lifted, at least for now.
With it went the nightmare I'd been having. I hope it doesn't come back. In it, Foster and I become lovers, and that part of the dream is, well, great. But then I discover that he's an alien, a GenTech duplicate, and that I've been the one being tested all along. A little paranoid, even for me. Anyhow, I haven't had the dream for a few days now. I hope it's gone.
-More later, Eddie