⚜ Dreamscape
Warnings: Dramatic situations, spoilers
Effects: Panic, pain, betrayal
Privacy: None
Finally. They'd finally located one of the lost Apples of Eden. As Desmond's hand lowered to the gleaming golden sphere, she felt a wild surge of exultation. All the hard work, all the missed opportunities, all the sacrifices...and victory was within their grasp.
Desmond picked up the Apple...and the world stopped. Lucy began to panic. She couldn't move! She could still see, however, and noticed that both Rebecca and Shaun were in the same state. To her left, she heard Desmond speaking, to whom she didn't know. The Apple gleamed in his palm. She could almost feel its power washing over her. Such a terrible beauty, this coveted artifact.
But she had faith; faith that Desmond would be able to master the Apple, as had his notable ancestors. He was the one, the last descendant of that noble bloodline. He'd lead them to triumph, he had to. He just had to. Lucy couldn't bear to imagine otherwise. Not now. Not when they were so close.
Then...she heard Desmond's voice change. He sounded worried, scared. What was happening? She still couldn't move! Was there trouble? Templars? Try as she might, Lucy couldn't even twitch a finger. Shifting her gaze as far left as she could, she saw Desmond, the Apple in his hand, assassin's blade outstretched. There had to be something wrong!
He began to move, but as if forced, and Lucy tried even harder to escape this involuntary stasis. Desmond was in trouble! It was her job to keep him safe! She couldn't let anything happen to him! ...not ever... But he continued his grim advance and for a wild irrational moment, Lucy saw the face of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, his countenance stern and unyielding, then he was Ezio Auditore da Firenze, the maestro's expression determined, but...sad, somehow.
Then there was Desmond, that familiar face she knew so well, Desmond Miles, who'd somehow become the focus of her entire world. She tried to call out to him, frantically struggling against the force which held her captive, but to no avail. Lucy saw the look in his eyes; wild, terrified...and then pain exploded in her abdomen as the force suddenly vanished.
Lucy couldn't even scream; cold white fire shot through her body as the dagger ripped into her flesh. She tried to grasp it, but her fingers were slick with her own blood. She gasped Desmond's name, along with, "...why?" before her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor...and into oblivion.
[Lucy Stillman woke, hyperventilating. Frantic hands scrabbled at her chest and torso, fully expecting them to come away stained red with blood. But clean skin greeted wide blue eyes, although she still gasped and sobbed as she fought for breath. Unaware that her every move and her every recollection of that nightmare was on display for all, the woman slumped back to lean against the wall near which she'd woken and closed her eyes, doing her damnedest to regain control once more.
A few minutes later, she scrabbled for the blinking Dreamberry, not even noticing the difference between it and her own cell phone and, unthinking, called out:]
Des-- Rebecca...?! Shaun...?!! ...h-help m-me...!
Effects: Panic, pain, betrayal
Privacy: None
Finally. They'd finally located one of the lost Apples of Eden. As Desmond's hand lowered to the gleaming golden sphere, she felt a wild surge of exultation. All the hard work, all the missed opportunities, all the sacrifices...and victory was within their grasp.
Desmond picked up the Apple...and the world stopped. Lucy began to panic. She couldn't move! She could still see, however, and noticed that both Rebecca and Shaun were in the same state. To her left, she heard Desmond speaking, to whom she didn't know. The Apple gleamed in his palm. She could almost feel its power washing over her. Such a terrible beauty, this coveted artifact.
But she had faith; faith that Desmond would be able to master the Apple, as had his notable ancestors. He was the one, the last descendant of that noble bloodline. He'd lead them to triumph, he had to. He just had to. Lucy couldn't bear to imagine otherwise. Not now. Not when they were so close.
Then...she heard Desmond's voice change. He sounded worried, scared. What was happening? She still couldn't move! Was there trouble? Templars? Try as she might, Lucy couldn't even twitch a finger. Shifting her gaze as far left as she could, she saw Desmond, the Apple in his hand, assassin's blade outstretched. There had to be something wrong!
He began to move, but as if forced, and Lucy tried even harder to escape this involuntary stasis. Desmond was in trouble! It was her job to keep him safe! She couldn't let anything happen to him! ...not ever... But he continued his grim advance and for a wild irrational moment, Lucy saw the face of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, his countenance stern and unyielding, then he was Ezio Auditore da Firenze, the maestro's expression determined, but...sad, somehow.
Then there was Desmond, that familiar face she knew so well, Desmond Miles, who'd somehow become the focus of her entire world. She tried to call out to him, frantically struggling against the force which held her captive, but to no avail. Lucy saw the look in his eyes; wild, terrified...and then pain exploded in her abdomen as the force suddenly vanished.
Lucy couldn't even scream; cold white fire shot through her body as the dagger ripped into her flesh. She tried to grasp it, but her fingers were slick with her own blood. She gasped Desmond's name, along with, "...why?" before her knees buckled and she collapsed to the floor...and into oblivion.
[Lucy Stillman woke, hyperventilating. Frantic hands scrabbled at her chest and torso, fully expecting them to come away stained red with blood. But clean skin greeted wide blue eyes, although she still gasped and sobbed as she fought for breath. Unaware that her every move and her every recollection of that nightmare was on display for all, the woman slumped back to lean against the wall near which she'd woken and closed her eyes, doing her damnedest to regain control once more.
A few minutes later, she scrabbled for the blinking Dreamberry, not even noticing the difference between it and her own cell phone and, unthinking, called out:]
Des-- Rebecca...?! Shaun...?!! ...h-help m-me...!