The Spine laid down in his stasis chamber. As he closed his eyes an image flickered by. The nightmares always started the same way, an image here, a gun shot there, and the whir of his Tesla coil discharger powering up.
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He was in the trenches in World War I once again. Rabbit was crouched to his left, copper face shiny and free of oxidation. A soldier was a few yards to his right, holding a gun with white knuckles, obviously terrifies. The boy was only a private first class, he couldn't have been more than 20 years old. The Spine pitied him for a moment before regaining focus. An explosion sent dirt and rubble flying high above their heads. Rabbit peeked over the top of the trench before Gatling gun roaring, he knocked down a line of enemy soldiers. A grenade came flying into the trench, The Spine dove right in an attempt to save the young soldier's life. The grenade blew up throwing Rabbit and The spine back against the trench walls hard, and killing the young soldier. The Spine reached for the dog tags that had landed only a few feet away from him, the only piece of the fallen soldier that remained in tact. "Rest in peace, Private O'Connor." He placed the dog tags in his pocket, where they softly rattled against the rest.
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The Spine awoke from stasis. It was 3 am, he had slept longer than usual. He stepped out of his stasis chamber carefully, he didn't feel like sleeping anymore.
Hatchworth was in the kitchen making sandwiches. Something was bothering him, he couldn't figure out what it was, so he kept making sandwiches. As he looked around he realized that every horizontal surface was covered with sandwiches. Maybe I can ask The Spine what to do with all of them, he thought. No, he wasn't going to ask The Spine anything. The Spine is probably with Rabbit like always, like the last 116 years. Hatchworth was mad, while Rabbit and The Spine had gotten to explore the world, he had sat in a vault gathering dust. Why do they always get to have all the fun? Hatchworth wondered. I am their brother after all…. aren't I? Hatchworth sighed and kept making sandwiches, he would figure it all out somehow. Maybe I'll figure out what to do after I figure out what to do with all these sandwiches, he thought halfheartedly.
The Spine walked into the living room and was to surprised to find Steve.
"Couldn't sleep?" He asked The Spine, unsurprised.
"Not Tonight." He responded and sat down in the over sized recliner. Steve was watching a movie that seemed familiar, but he couldn't place the name. He tried to relax and let his mind go but the nightmare still lingered in the back of his mind. The more he tried to repress the memories, the more forcefully they came to the forefront of his mind.
Steve watched The Spine as he flinched and fidgeted in his seat, it wasn't a malfunction, this was a normal occurrence. Someday he hoped The Spine would tell him what he already knew, that memories of those horrific wars haunted his dreams. Maybe he would feel better when he finally shared with someone. Tonight was not the night.