OOC || Dream
He was standing on some empty street, staring out at the world, but something was not right. Every color seemed to have been taken away, leaving nothing behind but muted shades of grey, white, and black. What was he doing, just standing there? He tried to move, but for whatever reason, he was rooted to that spot.
Then, as he stood there, people appeared before him and began moving. But these people did not appear real… they were only silhouettes of people, whose identities he could only guess at. They were important somehow, but damned if he knew why they were important or who they were. The only one he recognized was a caricature of himself… except not. He looked younger, with shorter hair, and the scar above his eye was gone.
He watched as his younger counterpart walked up to a building (he guessed that it was his house), and entered through the front door. The walls briefly disappeared, and suddenly he was inside the house. But something was not right. The house was quiet, and no one appeared to be home. His young counterpart moved towards the stairs, and he was compelled to follow him. The scene that lay before them when they reached the upper room was not at all what they expected. He felt a jolt of horror followed by a sensation of rage and intense regret.
Feathers were scattered everywhere, and a young woman lay on the bed, naked, except for a long jacket, a pillow ridden with bullet holes covering her face. Standing above her, gun in hand, was a young man, looking almost satisfied at what he’d done.
“Oh. You’re early, M***,” he said, looking over his shoulder at him. The name was blocked out, for whatever reason. But he didn’t question that. He was busy watching his younger counterpart to see what he’d do. Unfortunately, and inexplicably, the scene disappeared and was replaced by a different one entirely.
A man with long red hair and an eyepatch was hunched over on the ground, and his counterpart, this time looking roughly the same age, was kneeling next to him, pointing a gun at someone he couldn’t quite see.
“I told you it was hypnotism,” the faceless man said as the scene faded and changed again.
This time, the red haired man and the observer’s counterpart were standing next to each other, surrounded by eerily expressionless men and women wearing black suits.
“Damn, more bombs? Fate seems to hate us lately,” the older man said, an expression halfway between a sarcastic smile and annoyance on his face. “You think he’s just bluffing?”
“That would be just great, but if that guy did plan all this, then it looks like he’s serious about taking me out.” A sweatdrop formed and made its way down the red haired man’s face. Then he shifted positions, looking as though he was getting ready to start something. “I feel bad for these guys, but let’s take care of ‘em fast and get the hell outta here.”
The older man then looked sideways at the other man, and apologized. “I’m sorry, B****.”
“No time for that now, M****. Save that for after we get outta here. Don’t throw in the towel just yet.”
Then, as the two men raised their guns and advanced on the people who were surrounding them, the scene faded to black, and no other images appeared.