Dream Three
The air was thick and hot, parching his throat as he drew in each breath. Lights above him flickered, bringing a strange haze to the room. As he took in another breath, his stomach churned. The air tasted acrid and felt thick, leaving a lingering taste of blood in his mouth. The distinct taste of copper, so utterly organic, it felt completely out of place in the dim, man-made environment.
He stood up, his feet quiet on the metal floor. He could feel someone behind him, the child's voice resounding playfully. "We won't survive like this. You don't want to die, do you?" He shook his head. The child laughed. "Good."
Another child was crying. "Allelujah," he sniffled, drawing attention to himself. His face was darkened from the shadows in the room, curling up against the wall. He was breathing just as heavily, drawing in deep breaths, not satisfied with the air he managed to get. The child was curled up, head lowered, arms wrapped about his knees. "Allelujah, kill me," he whispered out.
He felt his stomach drop and begin twisting into knots. He took in another breath. The air was thick and heavy; the oxygen was low. It was warm, humid with breath and carbon dioxide, and scorching on his throat.
The child behind him spoke again, laughing happily. "He's even asking us. Shoot him."
The boy on the floor curled, sniffling again. "Kill me, Allelujah," he repeated.
"Shoot him."
A shot rang out, and the child slumped against the wall. Blood had sprayed out from the back of his head as the boy hit the warm metal floor, spiked hair glistening with tissue and gore, and his red eyes open and staring in an almost accusatory manner. The man began to run from the corpse, the cruel voice in his mind keeping up easily.
"The others are using up the air too. Get rid of them. They won't mind. They'll even beg you."
Another gunshot- was it him pulling the trigger, or the twisted child speaking in his ear? The tan boy fell to the ground, writhing. Another shot rang out and the boy let out a cry. He fired again, the boy just wouldn't die. The final shot, straight to the spine at his neck, stilled him. His teeth grit as his body moved without his command.
"I'll show you how to do it right. I'll make sure we live." And with that, the cruel child with the gun ran ahead of him, leaving death in his wake.
A blonde was shot, patches of skin halfway through shifting into a green form. A dark woman and man with short, dark hair. He took his time with a violet haired man, unloading the clip into non-vital areas, before reloading and finishing him off.
"Isn't this fun, Allelujah?!" The child-like replica of himself cried out happily, laughing as he dashed through the dim, metallic hallways into storage areas and rooms that looked out into the empty vastness of space. "Allelujah!" He laughed, bringing the butt of the gun down upon the throat of a sleeping, gray-haired man. The man never awoke, but gurgled in his own blood until his life ended. Before he could catch or stop his other self, though, the child was off again-- A man with wavy, brown hair caught a bullet to the back of the head, slumping over a box.
There was another child. "I don't want to die!" He was screaming as he dashed into the corner. The edges of the scenery were beginning to twist, the metal turning organic. It began to resemble twisted roots, the blood soaking into the bark. "Allelujah!"
"That's no good," The child with the gun laughed at him, and he found himself unable to say or do anything to stop it. "You will die." As they continued speaking, the walls continued to twist, and the voices and laughing and gunshots grew more distant. A woman handed him a glass and smiled, encouraging him to partake of the bitter substance.
"You'll understand one day, I'm sure." But her smile was sad as it darkened and she looked away. He looked down at the glass, and then back up. Not just her smile darkened, but the whole of her, and the new woman folded her arms up over her chest.
"Don't look away from this." She spoke coldly, turning away from him. "Not again." And she too walked away, leaving him again with the feeling of suffocating, entirely too warm. His hands came up to his throat, breathing made difficult from the lump forming there. His brows furrowed and his head hurt.
"Hey," The replica of himself, wearing the skin of a man to hide what lived within, crouched before him, setting down the firearm between them. "Stop dreaming of the impossible." His lips twisted into a terrible grin, his teeth far too many and far too sharp. "They don't think themselves unfortunate." He cupped Allelujah's jaw in his hand, forcing eye contact. "Stop forcing your opinions on others. No matter how you beautify your words, your kindness is just hypocritical." His other hand raised, smoothing Allelujah's hair as he laughed. "You pretend to be kind, but it's just self-gratification."
"That's not it-"
The hand in his hair twisted, the stitched-together mirror image of himself still smiling happily. "Sealing away the things you don't want to do yourself, so in the end you can say it's not your fault?" A tongue flickered out to touch his cheek, leaving a small blood smear. "I'll do it."
The woman turned upon him- she was still there? Tearing the replica away, her eyes narrowed. "Do you hear yourself?" She stepped forward into the light, and again her appearance changed, lightening until she was almost difficult to look at, pale, shining hair, with only the bright golden eyes to contrast, The girl smiled now, standing between him and the monster in his skin.
She held out a hand. He took it as though it were a lifeline. "Thank you for coming here," She smiled happily. "What's your name?"
He found himself unable to speak, but she shook her head. She already knew. "...It's a word to give thanks to God." The girl touched a hand to his chest, and he closed his eyes, thankful to simply be alive.
Things lost
-First Dream
-All Memories of the Sphere prior to February first, 2009
(Arrival, Throne and Want, Cassandra, Drake, Sniper, Adstring. death, Cancer?, the first 'assault' on Fugue, Hurricane, Aurora's death, Justice's death, Evil twins, etc, ect. Feel free to ask for clarification.)
-Memory 1 (Meister tea party)
-Memory 3 (Lockon, Lockon)
-First and Second journal (Burned in fire)