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Chapter Twenty-Four -- Reality
"Dave...? Dave wake up."
A soft and gentle voice whispered in Dave's ear, waking him up from peaceful slumber. He moaned and opened his eyes. Who did that voice belong to? He was very tired and groggy but managed to sit up. Dave looked around. He was in his bedroom lying down on his mattress. His vision was surprisingly clear and sharp, more so than usual. He felt different. Time seemed to move slowly and faster at the same time. Everything around him was vibrant and vivid. He didn't know what was going on.
"Dave?"
"What the...?" Dave turned to his right and noticed Lincoln laying next to him. He wasn't wearing any clothing and was beaming at the animal.
"LINC! What the hell?" Dave exclaimed.
"Mornin' baby" Lincoln replied giving Dave a small peck on the lips. Dave was horrified. What was Lincoln doing in his bed naked?
"Linc I don't understand."
"Don't understand what dear?"
"'Dear?' What's going on? Why are you in my bed naked? And why does everything look... strange?" Dave asked quizzically. He looked up at the ceiling and noticed a giant pink elephant floating above them. He thought nothing of it.
Lincoln laughed. He slipped under the covers and moved closer to Dave, pressing his body against the larger man. Dave could feel his warm, soft skin against his own flesh. He realized that he too was naked. Dave felt Lincoln's erection rubbing against his thigh, causing him to respond with an erection of his own. It became hard as steel and was jabbing his naval area.
"Last night must have been rough on you. You don't even remember what we did do you?"
"No I... linc..."
Lincoln placed a finger to Dave's lips. "Shh. It's OK. How about I give you an instant replay huh?"
Dave's eyes widen as Lincoln rolled on top of and began straddling him. He then reached behind him and began to stroke Dave's throbbing cock, begging to be touched.
"Lincoln..." Dave managed to breathe out. The pleasure he was feeling from Lincoln's touch was overwhelming. Lincoln grasped him lightly and was tugging on his erection gently. Dave gave a silent cry as his foreskin slid over his wet head. He was still confused as to what had transpired between them last night but he didn't want to interrupt Lincoln. He just laid there enjoying his handjob. He closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them the Pink Elephant was gone and was replaced by a floating pizza. Dave reached up and took a slice and began to eat it. He could barely taste it nor was it hunger-satisfying; however he continued to take small bites.
"If you were hungry Dave all you had to do was ask..." Lincoln said seductively. He softly placed Dave's weeping cock back down on Dave's stomach and crawled off the bed.
"Where are you going?" Dave asked, his mouth full of pizza.
"To get you dessert." Lincoln replied playfully. He left Dave on the bed and opened the bedroom door.
"Wait!" Dave threw the slice of pizza on the mattress and darted towards the door. When he reached it however he noticed that he wasn't in his living room.
"The Hell?" Dave looked around. Dirt and sand was everywhere. He was now wearing his standard black suit and tie, his gun holstered to his waist. He pulled it out and began to walk cautiously around, surveying the area. This place looked familiar to him.
"DAVE!" He heard Lincoln shout his name. He looked straight ahead and noticed the psychic was just a few feet away. They were behind the side of a van. Wooden crates were behind them. Dave knew this place. It can't be...
A few seconds' later Gun shots were heard from far away. Bullets were slamming into the van and surrounding areas. Dave looked over to Lincoln who was shielding himself behind a crate.
"Linc!"
"Dave what's going on?"
"I...I don't know. It's OK. Just stay there." Dave began firing his weapon into a dark nothingness. He couldn't see what he was aiming at but continued to fire in the direction the bullets were coming from.
"Dave I think we should make a run for it. Look, over there is a car. I have the keys." Dave turned his attention to Lincoln who had a pair of keys in his hands.
"No Linc. We need to stay—" Lincoln got up and ran towards the vehicle. Dave got up and tried to grab him but he tripped over a dozen bottles of whiskey. He looked up and saw Lincoln standing out in the open becoming an easy target. The gun shots had stopped. They were now surrounded by darkness.
"Dave..." Lincoln said softly. He was holding his stomach.
"Linc?"
"I...I'm sorry"
Lincoln removed his hand to reveal his gun wound. Blood was pouring out at an enormous rate. Lincoln then collapsed on the ground.
"NO!" Dave rushed over to Lincoln who blankly stared up at Dave.
"I'm sorry..." He managed to say before closing his eyes.
"LINC!"
Dave broke down and held the smaller man in his arms. Lincoln was dead.
BEEP BEEP BEEP...
Dave sat up and without thinking slammed his fist on the beeping object next to him. His alarm clock had gone off. It was 6:45am.
"It was a dream?" Dave threw the blankets off of him. He was still in his suit which had became all wrinkly. As he got off the bed 3 bottles of whiskey rolled off the bed and broke on the hardwood floor.
"Shit!" He growled. He frowned and began to maneuver himself around the broken glass. He went into the living room and sat on the couch, removing 2 cans of beer he drank last night from the couch. Drinking always gave him the weirdest dreams but last night's was intense. He could smell, feel, see and taste everything so clearly and vividly. He began to reflect on what he remembered about the dream.
"Linc..."
Dave picked up a bottle of Miller-Lite from the floor and held it in his hand and began to contemplate. He still felt guilty about Roger's death. He still felt like it was his fault. He still felt he could have prevented it on more than one occasion but failed to do so. And then there was the dream. What if he'd put Lincoln in danger? What if he hesitated in the field again like the night Roger died while Lincoln was with him?
"No. I can't. I can't let that happen to him. He's just a kid." Dave softly banged his head against the glass bottle. After much thinking he'd made up his mind. He was quitting "The Unit" effective immediately.
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