[Dream] [Week 10] [Day 3]
You’ve died many times.
More than you care to count.
As an ant: dozens of ants swarming around you: biting, pinching, spitting acid all over you. A gentle snap, all pain all around, and you are ripped apart into two pieces. You scream in your mind. You can’t scream as an ant. The acidic venom burns you alive as they go for your head necks. Pinchers clasp tight and start to twist. Antennae jab at you roughly, getting more information as they kill you right then and there -
You die as a gorilla. Large shapes loom over you, blades are flashing and giant talons are kicking you, stomping on you. A blade flashes - your left arm goes limp. Another flash, and your spine stops working. A sudden kick and you go flying and crash into a window. Sharp pieces of glass pierce you all over. You look down and see your own intestines spilling out of you. That kick did that you. You look up at the Hork-Bajir and it swings its arm one more time -
And soon you die as an osprey. There were humans and seven-foot-tall bladed aliens and giant centipedes all over, trying to kill your friends. Trying to kill you. Beams of red light scream all over sky - TSEEEW! TSEEEEEW! The Dracon beams screams at you. They stab the air, trying to kill you, your friends, humanity’s last chance. You flap and glide and dive, getting cover from buildings and trees and god knows what else. Your eyes, your powerful eyes, shows you the way, can see a fly buzzing around - your wing is gone. Hit by red light, sizzled, and then it’s just gone. You fall. A Hork-Bajir runs up to you, pulls out a Dracon beam, aims at you -
You die as a wolf. People all around, firing guns now. One hits you in the leg. You yelp and you yell out privately to your friends but they aren’t answering. More bullets, this time in your stomach, shoulders, neck, tail. You fall down, two of your paws suddenly missing. An old man walks up to you slowly while he laughs as he pulls out a revolver and pulls the trigger -
You die as a dolphin. Something is biting you and you are doing whatever you can to get away. There’s blood in the water. Red everywhere. Everything is biting now. Biting your fins, your tail, your face - everywhere. You are being ripped apart and you’re screaming. Dying. The last thing you see is a white mouth coming straight at you, filled with teeth, shark’s teeth -
You die as a human. You’re mother is there and you try so hard to save her. But she won, the slug in her head won this war. Half of her face has been burnt off. She’s nearly bald. Her left hand is broken, but she’s still using it to clutch your neck. “So much for heroism,” Visser One sneers and stabs you in the heart with one of Nora’s kitchen knives with her right hand while crushing your windpipe -
You die as a freak. A human boy with blades for arms and leg and for a tail as well. A man approaches you, completely back from head to toe, also covered in with white, tattoos of his own skeleton. His skull-face laughs and laughs and giggles and snorts while his wild, red eyes and silver hair splattered just so with blood and a little bit of gore, slowly dripping of the split ends.
“Jashin, bless me. This I do in your name.”
He takes a blade - you recognize it as a blade from a Hork-Bajir - and slices your head off. And you feel yourself rolling down a hill, down down down until you hit even ground. You see liquid the color of steel, just gently lapping your hair. A sluglike creature emerges, slithering back and forth toward you.
You try to scream, but your vocal cords are severed. You try to run, but the body is too far away, too far removed.
Then, you feel something cold touching your ear.
[When the dream fades away, the Hitomi clicks on to a young Hispanic teenager’s face, his dark hair now grown a little past his ears, almost covering his eyes. When he opens them, it has some kind of faded, glazed look to them. When he blinks, he becomes alert, suddenly confused.]
What?
[He jerks up, clutching his neck. The view of the Hitomi draws back, revealing a large tree before him, and all of the sun revealing its midday warmth.]
I’m not . . . oh god. Fuck me. What the hell happened?
[Quickly, not caring if the Hitomi is broadcasting, his brown eyes suddenly turn to a fierce yellow color. White and black and grey feathers start to emerge from his skin. Why bother hiding it? Everyone knows what he’s capable of by now, thanks to that damned Hitomi. He moves out of sight, but not before showing everyone a quickly shrinking boy whose arms are becoming wings.
Suddenly, the Hitomi jerks by something moving it. It reveals a large bird, an osprey, spreading its wings off the ground and with great care, it takes off into the sky.
The Hitomi clicks off.]
More than you care to count.
As an ant: dozens of ants swarming around you: biting, pinching, spitting acid all over you. A gentle snap, all pain all around, and you are ripped apart into two pieces. You scream in your mind. You can’t scream as an ant. The acidic venom burns you alive as they go for your head necks. Pinchers clasp tight and start to twist. Antennae jab at you roughly, getting more information as they kill you right then and there -
You die as a gorilla. Large shapes loom over you, blades are flashing and giant talons are kicking you, stomping on you. A blade flashes - your left arm goes limp. Another flash, and your spine stops working. A sudden kick and you go flying and crash into a window. Sharp pieces of glass pierce you all over. You look down and see your own intestines spilling out of you. That kick did that you. You look up at the Hork-Bajir and it swings its arm one more time -
And soon you die as an osprey. There were humans and seven-foot-tall bladed aliens and giant centipedes all over, trying to kill your friends. Trying to kill you. Beams of red light scream all over sky - TSEEEW! TSEEEEEW! The Dracon beams screams at you. They stab the air, trying to kill you, your friends, humanity’s last chance. You flap and glide and dive, getting cover from buildings and trees and god knows what else. Your eyes, your powerful eyes, shows you the way, can see a fly buzzing around - your wing is gone. Hit by red light, sizzled, and then it’s just gone. You fall. A Hork-Bajir runs up to you, pulls out a Dracon beam, aims at you -
You die as a wolf. People all around, firing guns now. One hits you in the leg. You yelp and you yell out privately to your friends but they aren’t answering. More bullets, this time in your stomach, shoulders, neck, tail. You fall down, two of your paws suddenly missing. An old man walks up to you slowly while he laughs as he pulls out a revolver and pulls the trigger -
You die as a dolphin. Something is biting you and you are doing whatever you can to get away. There’s blood in the water. Red everywhere. Everything is biting now. Biting your fins, your tail, your face - everywhere. You are being ripped apart and you’re screaming. Dying. The last thing you see is a white mouth coming straight at you, filled with teeth, shark’s teeth -
You die as a human. You’re mother is there and you try so hard to save her. But she won, the slug in her head won this war. Half of her face has been burnt off. She’s nearly bald. Her left hand is broken, but she’s still using it to clutch your neck. “So much for heroism,” Visser One sneers and stabs you in the heart with one of Nora’s kitchen knives with her right hand while crushing your windpipe -
You die as a freak. A human boy with blades for arms and leg and for a tail as well. A man approaches you, completely back from head to toe, also covered in with white, tattoos of his own skeleton. His skull-face laughs and laughs and giggles and snorts while his wild, red eyes and silver hair splattered just so with blood and a little bit of gore, slowly dripping of the split ends.
“Jashin, bless me. This I do in your name.”
He takes a blade - you recognize it as a blade from a Hork-Bajir - and slices your head off. And you feel yourself rolling down a hill, down down down until you hit even ground. You see liquid the color of steel, just gently lapping your hair. A sluglike creature emerges, slithering back and forth toward you.
You try to scream, but your vocal cords are severed. You try to run, but the body is too far away, too far removed.
Then, you feel something cold touching your ear.
[When the dream fades away, the Hitomi clicks on to a young Hispanic teenager’s face, his dark hair now grown a little past his ears, almost covering his eyes. When he opens them, it has some kind of faded, glazed look to them. When he blinks, he becomes alert, suddenly confused.]
What?
[He jerks up, clutching his neck. The view of the Hitomi draws back, revealing a large tree before him, and all of the sun revealing its midday warmth.]
I’m not . . . oh god. Fuck me. What the hell happened?
[Quickly, not caring if the Hitomi is broadcasting, his brown eyes suddenly turn to a fierce yellow color. White and black and grey feathers start to emerge from his skin. Why bother hiding it? Everyone knows what he’s capable of by now, thanks to that damned Hitomi. He moves out of sight, but not before showing everyone a quickly shrinking boy whose arms are becoming wings.
Suddenly, the Hitomi jerks by something moving it. It reveals a large bird, an osprey, spreading its wings off the ground and with great care, it takes off into the sky.
The Hitomi clicks off.]