Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat...

[nOmnomnOm]

He tensed as his foot floored down on the pedal and with an intense thrust he surged forwards. Through the warping tunnel he kept focus in front of him as all else around went into a blur. Squeezing his hands down on the stick, he pulled up for the climb. One explosion, another rock, another red light turning white. Looking back he could only see spotlights chasing him but in front of him there was nothing. Out of the dark clouds he spat and went into the clear and with a sharp turn he faced the perusing white spots heading straight for him. Thrusting forward he entered again the tunnel and challenged the lights head on. A turn, a pass, a charge and a dive, they flashed past like beams and shooting stars, turning from cool white to a hot red. At their tail followed an uneasy stillness before quakes and eruptions. On his left an explosion. On his right a near hit. The cockpit shook as it plunged down the throat of the giant; the walls coming in closer and squeezing him in. Ahead oh him the end draws near but with an intense pull he levels again in the tunnel as it loosens his hold on him. Behind him is still pursuit; still anger and revenge. He sees lights flash and beep accompanied by the computers automated voice warning:
" 'Sunny' ... Incoming missile!"
" 'Sunny' ... Incoming missile!"
" 'SUNNY' ... Incoming missile!"
He jolts forward into a slower pace; his vision adjusted; his mind in a daze. Behind him are the lights charging him again and screaming as they bolt near. He turns to face them and...

"SUNNY!!"

"Sunny wake up! I'm... cold!"

He opens his eyes and feels the back of his head in a cold sweat. His head is pounding and he groans slightly as he starts to sit up a little. It is dark though his eyes adjust quickly.

"You stole all the blankets, sleepy-head..." He hears a woman's voice. He groans a little and slips out of the bed and feels a cool breeze on his skin and the cold touch of the floor.

"Hey... come back... you make me warm... Sunny?"

He is getting dressed, slipping into his underwear and pants and then his jacket. "I'll be back in... an hour."

"But I..."

"I need it."