dream ★ 010
[WARNINGS] Blood, obscurity, major PH spoilers.
[OPTIONAL] If you may, you will feel everything Oz feels during the dream. Intense dread, power, fear, you name it. ♥
They were dancing.
Around and around they went, like porcelain dolls on top of a music box, spinning around and around to the beautiful melody pouring around them. They stepped together in time, hands clasped, and the room spun. Beautiful, beautiful colors. Reds, browns, yellows - it felt like fall. It felt magical.
Head dizzy and mind twirling just as fast as he was, green eyes hastened to focus on the girl before him. Alice.
It was Alice, wasn't it?
Her smile lightened the room, but caused a powerful headache to resonate through his body.
Thrum.
Thrum.
God, the pain
"Jack? Jack, why didn't you come and visit me?"
"YOU LIAR. I HATE YOU. IHATEYOU."
"Never leave me."
A sickening feeling in his stomach, hands loosening from Alice's.
The room morphed just then, into something that never was, but always was.
Oz stood before a group of hooded figures, Reo and Alice before him. Alice, strapped down to the ground, Reo, bleeding. The hooded figures laughed in unison, a horrible cacophony of noises tearing apart Oz's mind.
"Alice!"
"What do you think you're doing, Vessalius?"
"Damnit…!"
Oz's hands clapped over his ears, a harsh sound tearing through his mind. So much blood, so much blood. They were going to initiate the ritual, bring back Glen, kill Alice and Reo and…! And he was powerless and yet… and yet.
Before he knew it, such beautiful green eyes flashed a deadly red. Darkness licked at his feet and throughout the dungeon, climbing up his limbs until it formed a sizable scythe. A wicked smirk appeared on his lips as one of the hooded figures gasped in surprise.
Typical.
He could vaguely hear Alice in the background - how was he doing this? How was he using Alice's powers?!
"LEAVE ALICE ALONE!"
Before he could do anything, before anything else -
He felt himself slipping.
And slipping.
"She's dead! My sister is dead! I'll make you pay for this…!"
And slipping…
"You're…blind?"
And farther down the rabbit hole.
"Do you know, who you truly are?"
What's.... [ Oz stirs from his bed, rolling over, forehead on fire; a horrible fever. A sneeze ] ...wrong with me...?
[OPTIONAL] If you may, you will feel everything Oz feels during the dream. Intense dread, power, fear, you name it. ♥
They were dancing.
Around and around they went, like porcelain dolls on top of a music box, spinning around and around to the beautiful melody pouring around them. They stepped together in time, hands clasped, and the room spun. Beautiful, beautiful colors. Reds, browns, yellows - it felt like fall. It felt magical.
Head dizzy and mind twirling just as fast as he was, green eyes hastened to focus on the girl before him. Alice.
It was Alice, wasn't it?
Her smile lightened the room, but caused a powerful headache to resonate through his body.
Thrum.
Thrum.
God, the pain
"Jack? Jack, why didn't you come and visit me?"
"YOU LIAR. I HATE YOU. IHATEYOU."
"Never leave me."
A sickening feeling in his stomach, hands loosening from Alice's.
The room morphed just then, into something that never was, but always was.
Oz stood before a group of hooded figures, Reo and Alice before him. Alice, strapped down to the ground, Reo, bleeding. The hooded figures laughed in unison, a horrible cacophony of noises tearing apart Oz's mind.
"Alice!"
"What do you think you're doing, Vessalius?"
"Damnit…!"
Oz's hands clapped over his ears, a harsh sound tearing through his mind. So much blood, so much blood. They were going to initiate the ritual, bring back Glen, kill Alice and Reo and…! And he was powerless and yet… and yet.
Before he knew it, such beautiful green eyes flashed a deadly red. Darkness licked at his feet and throughout the dungeon, climbing up his limbs until it formed a sizable scythe. A wicked smirk appeared on his lips as one of the hooded figures gasped in surprise.
Typical.
He could vaguely hear Alice in the background - how was he doing this? How was he using Alice's powers?!
"LEAVE ALICE ALONE!"
Before he could do anything, before anything else -
He felt himself slipping.
And slipping.
"She's dead! My sister is dead! I'll make you pay for this…!"
And slipping…
"You're…blind?"
And farther down the rabbit hole.
"Do you know, who you truly are?"
What's.... [ Oz stirs from his bed, rolling over, forehead on fire; a horrible fever. A sneeze ] ...wrong with me...?