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 Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 10:08 am
Jesus he hated the ******** Sahara. The heat, the sand, the never ending light that practically reflected into everything and every where.
He adjusted the goggles, tapping the damn runic scanner outside his camp set up. A tent with a large netted runic barrier was tucked into one of the few rocky areas of the desert, providing minimal shade but optimal defense should famine decide to let loose some of their bugs. "Piece of s**t man, why do they give shitty technology to do missions with and not grade A s**t?" He spoke mostly to himself, though Chama responded with a cheery laugh.
For once though, it didn't seem to bother him that he wasn't paired with a team of hunters, that he wasn't assigned to a sun or rolling along with the moons. He was alone for now, and free to work as he pleased.
"I can't get the scanner to pinpoint the flux of fear location." Dakota tapped the thing one more time, "Think I'll try again in a hour. Then we'll scout ahead." He was by himself, he had to remind himself. He was talking to himself, which was never a good sign. "Remember, here to retrieve a missing mist hunter." He breathed, sitting in the tent and looking at his cellphone. No bars.
Yeah, it didn't bother him that he didn't talk to people. At this point, this was the time he needed to himself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 10:22 am
It was starting to look a little more like phoenix then Dakota had originally started out with. Whittling on the large branch he had found nestled against the rocks, He twisted the knife, giving the wooden bird a pair of eyes. Once done, he set it on the table next to his tent.
Always watching, his Phoenix would. Chama made small noises in his mind, pittering about how bored she was. He kind of was too. An hour had passed since the last touched the fear scanner, and he thought about giving it more time. Out of habit, he flipped open his phone again...
No bars.
Man, when had he become so tied to the social media of Deus? Since he became the only form of communication. It was sad, but he barely liked most of the people on the deus social media anymore. They were strangers, and none of the original hunters who he had teamed with. The exception of Jordan, Harrison and Rep. Since when had there been original members deus, he wondered?
Since he had been on the Island for three years, and everyone he had formed a connection and friendship with had left. Left for missions and still had yet to come back. He missed Ceres, and Saya. He missed Ryan and Wilson. That was his moon team there. What about Eva? Ariane? Reine, Minerva. God he miss people. He missed hunters he had gotten along with and were nice and friendly.
He missed his friends and even more, he missed his wife. he thought about Candace now, Her eyes. her smile.
Chama wrapped her presence around Dakota's mind, in a hug of sorts. . he snorted but didn't comment.
He just imagined her, closing his eyes and pulling up every image of her he could remember.
The fear scanner beeped, and the images disappeared.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:19 am
"How much farther..." Dakota hissed as he held the scanner out. He couldn't even see his own camp any more, after walking dunes and hills of sand. The flux of fear had been brief, and disappeared after only a little while, but he was already out in the sand hell, so might as well check the area.
He tucked the scanner away, shielding his eyes over the goggles and peered into the nothing. At first he thought it was nothing. But the closer he moved to it, the more he wondered if it was a figment of his imagination. A mirage caused by the heat. It shimmered at first, then disappeared.
Shimmered again, then disappeared.
Ruins. Tons of ruins. Rocky buildings, high arches, warmed stone paths. He walked into the entrance to what he could only think of as a Sahara city and stared in wonder. There was still ancient homes in tact, some even had clay or fossilized tools in them. It was like finding a treasure trove in the middle of the desert.
"Dakota Rainstar, reporting that I've found a crumpled city in quadrant 31, locations are as followed.." He listed the coordinates as the scanner stated. At first, it almost seemed like he was speaking to himself, if not for the hand that was pressing against his ear. A smaller runic headset was tucked away in his ear, specially made for him and this mission. He worried they wouldn't get the message with the sand and Sahara interference, but after a few minutes, and a crackling in his ear, he got the confirmation he needed.
"Affirmative Rainstar, This is HQ base. We have your coordinates." The voice was distinctly male.
"Doing a preliminary scan of the area, if cleared, request to set up base here and request for back up hunters." If anything, the city was large and would need more the one mist hunter scoping it out. He only delved slowly into the city after another confirmation, and picked up few objects of broken clay or fossilized items. Some were tucked away, some were scanned with the fear scanner. Nothing pinged the scanner as dangerous, and he tucked it into his back pocket.
"Preliminary scan done. Ruins are clean with very low spikes of FEAR, requesting Camp supplies and Back up hunters to set up camp here. Can someone stop by my original camp, location 23° N, 14° E in Quadrant 31. The City goes a bit deeper, and I'll feel a little more better at checking it out with a team..." The fear scanner beeped, alerting him to a large flux of something coming. He pressed himself into one of the broken houses, short and cramped but enough cover to keep him hidden from whatever was coming. "Hold that thought HQ, Flux of Fear spike. Investigating."
He pulled Chama from her totem form slowly, the flames of the blade dulling with a slow lick, to not draw attention to themselves. The scanner beeped again, then went silent.
He heard it first, a slow heavy drag of something. A click of hooves on the broken stone and sand. He shifted over to the window, looking out as much as he could.
"Well <********>.." He muttered under his breath. A horseman, of what looked like the famine clan with it's skeletal hands and loose robes was dragging a bloodied and ragged looking mess of white coat form. He could briefly make out the sun symbol and squinted his eyes. One of the missing team of hunters had been sun. He evened his breathing out, as the figure slowly made it's way past the little hidey hole Dakota used. There was no sound, from him or the body that was being dragged.
As the famine horseman passed by the cut out of stone, meant to be a window, Dakota shifted his head a bit to look out, to assess if the hunter salvageable or not. What he got was a full look at the sun hunter...huntress. A familiar face. Long pale blonde hair was matted into a mess of blood and flesh, holes riddling her skull in a intricate pattern. There was no eyes or mouth, both stitched shut but it wasn't hard to imagine that her eyes were once a pretty blue, and that her lips a soft pink. He could see larvae spilling from her ears, and as they hit the ground, sizzled and died. From the assumption of her bloated body, as she was in the picture he had of her, a petite thing, she had become home to famine's little pets. A bug nest. It was no wonder when the larvae fell they would die. They needed her flesh and warm insides to keep them sustained after all. He covered his mouth and closed his eyes, thinking of Candace. Thinking of her warm smile and bright lavender eyes until the click of hooves and the slow steady drag of body was gone.
He waited even longer, sitting there with Chama at his side, just a hour longer before climbing out of his little hole.
"Dakota Rainstar to HQ, Found missing Sun Huntress Bethany Wilcox, Deceased, Body not obtainable." He didn't wretch, though his stomach wanted too. "Possible lair for horseman, confirmed one entity, of Famine clan. Did not engage."
The headset waited before crackling to life.
"We will send a team. Your camp has been retrieved. You okay Rainstar?"
Dakota's comment was only:
"I hate the ******** Sahara."
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 2:12 pm
He was joined by three other full mist hunters and slowly, a week passed by easily with them. He might've thought it odd, if Mist didn't tend to either travel in packs of each other or integrate themselves one by one into mixed groups where they wouldn't stand out. The small group made it easier to set up camp, keep close to each other, move as a single unit or if need, breaking into smaller sub units.
He was still learning the ins and outs of being part of the mist division after all.
"How many other hunters were you sent to find Dakota?" It was a soft man's voice, and if he had to compare him to another hunter, he'd be like Nevada. Flirty but extremely lazy. Even now, in the dead of night and paired with him (His name was Duffy) for watch, the hunter was sprawled against the stone slabs. There was another man, tough and crude named Jenson and a female hunter named Sammy who was just as crude and rough. They got a lot of the Supernatural jokes, from what Dakota gathered, and were constantly bickering. Out of the three, Dakota liked Duffy the best.
"Four. One sun hunter female, That was Wilcox-"
"Oh yeah, the dead one. Really sucks man, famine horseman are the worse." Instead of recovering her body, they found it twisted and mounted on piles of stakes, where it looked like her belly had burst alien style with bugs. They burned her, and the bugs with her. Retrieved her tablet. Business.
"Yeah." Dakota said bit gruffer then normal, trying not to be bothered by the nonchalant attitude of Duffy, but people died. this just...happened to be harsher and less easier to stomach.
Candace's eyes.
"So that's one. who are the other three?" Duffy yawned, adjusting his weapon, which happened to be a large sniper rifle, pointed away from their small camp. "More women or what?"
"One's a death hunter. Gabriel Blackwell. Intermediate trainee. Looked like he was sent with the team as a promotion mission under Caelius." Dakota snorted, "Obviously sent here to die, if it's Caelius."
He paused, "The last two are twin mist hunters. Regan and Perry Williams." he remembered all their faces. Beth had been the only female of the missing team. Regan and Perry weren't anything special as far as mist hunters, but known to have similar weapons. Not twin weapons mind you, but similar. "Sent out here for excavation of a artifact or something, hadn't reported in after a couple of weeks. Lost communication almost a month ago. I didn't think I'd find anyone out here." Dakota hissed, "But they sent me just in case."
Duffy yawned again. "And then you did, found a lot more then a body. We've covered almost half of the city and still haven't found a damn single look at a horseman. I want to get some action on."
Dakota shrugged, he didn't want to get any sort of horseman action on. He just wanted to find the other three, alive and get the ******** out of here. It was a pipe dream, but hey he could try.
Candace's smile.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 7:22 pm
Dakota reached down, closing the eyes that stared at him in horror. There was no tablet this time, crushed and buried in the sand ruins along with the rest of their tech. He brought his scarf up over his mouth, the smell was foul. Yeah..it wasn't a famine raid, but war. Whatever they were in, it was dangerous.
"We burn him." Sammy's voice was low for a girl, and quiet. She pulled the matches out, "Say your prayer Dakota, or whatever s**t you do with your tribe s**t and let's get the ******** out of here." She dropped the match, Jenson quiet in the background. Watching for the enemies, should they return.
He wanted to punch her in the face, yell at her. Scream that this was wrong. Instead, he pulled sand up in his hand, letting it drop on the on the burning remains of Duffy, his voice quiet as he spoke his native language.
"Ga lu lo hi gi ni du da
Nu da wa gi ni li si
E lo hi gi ne tse
Ga li e li ga
Si gi ni gé yu
O sa li he li ga"
"May you pass this trial, and fly to the other spirits Duffy." Dakota let the last grain of sand pass, touching his forehead, then his chest.
He turned on his heel, Sammy and Jenson close behind.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2014 7:32 pm
They didn't send anyone to replace Duffy, and that was okay with Dakota. Jenson, Sammy and him were easier to move around. They didn't stay in one spot in the city for more then the night. Their supplies limited now, due to the raid on the camp. That was fine too.
They were getting closer to the middle of the city though now, and instead of ruins, they were finding completely intact buildings. Newer tools, fresher clay pots and urns. There wasn't ruin like the outside of the city, no, it was livable...But they had yet to see the residents.
The way Dakota saw it, this was probably part of the lair for the horseman. An outside part of it. The lair had all been abandoned for the new tower after all. And that hadn't been long ago.
It was odd even to find a substance of clear running water, a small creek running down from rocks above.
"We're below an oasis." Sammy said, making Dakota turn to her.
"How so? I see sky up here you know..." He pointed to the sky, even if it was veiled by large rocks and stone huts.
"I don't mean right here you idiot. Look a bit further down." She jutted her head towards the inner city, which did dip lower into the earth. It was almost as if the stone huts and buildings were built in a way that support the earth above....
"I need the binoculars Jenson. Jesus just for a second, don't give me that look." Dakota held his hand out for them, the man plopping them down and muttering something rude. Dakota ignored him to look further into the ******** me." He whispered, Sammy gave an arched brow. "Not really, married jesus Sammy."
"Well." She shrugged, "What do you see?"
"Oasis, but it's like ******** weird. It's a waterfall." Dakota cupped his hands. "there is four large buildings..pillars? Pillars like holding up the water, and it just kind of falls...like a water fall in the middle. Fountain? s**t like its a huge bowl that catches it and it's got canals veering off." Dakota hissed, "It's ******** running water on medieval. Theres vegetation all around too." he gave the binoculars back to Jenson.
"Do we get closer or stick right here?" She asked.
"Get closer." He answered.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 8:54 pm
The took camp into one of the huts, which was well stocked with urns and questionable goop. A taste from Jenson confirmed it was a sort of canning of fruits and vegetables, they even found medicinal herbs and balms.
Dakota recognized those instantly and felt the hair rise on his back. The city wasn't made for horseman, but for desert humans. There was dried fish and jerkied meat in other homes, clothes made of thin wool. Furs made from hides of predators. Feathers.
Some of the homes were destroyed, some of them untouched. The eerieness of it wasn't lost on the three, but they decided not to question it.
"Not a single hide or hair of a horseman." Jenson spoke gruffly, his hair and shirt wet from splashing water over his head. he gave a small shake and growled at Dakota when he complained about the wet dog in the house.
"They've got humans from here..." Sammy was sharpening her runic knife on one of the tools left by said humans, her eyes on the rest of the city as she was the watcher.
Dakota on the other hand was messing with a jar of the balm. "Or the humans left. Nomads. Desert's full of them. Maybe some little horseman team formed a hidey hole down here and are just waiting to be retrieved or something..."
it would explain why there had been a famine and hint of war horseman. Deserters from the tower? Maybe.
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Posted: Mon Aug 25, 2014 9:20 pm
A ******** bar.
Dakota stared at his cellphone from the perch on one of the pillars that was holding the oasis up. It wasn't even a pillar, but a large monument complete with stairs and a room that widened out at the top. It had a pit for where a fire was suppose to go, and probably was lit every night to protect the city.
And in that room he got a ******** bar on his cell phone. He didn't even care that Jenson and Sammy were off reporting their findings, he just wanted to send one text message. Just one.
Eight Text to Candace: I miss you and your beautiful smile. Sometimes I think about it to get me through all the bad, and I remember that you're all of my good. if you get this, from where ever you are, I love you so much. Please always remember that.
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 3:32 am
Nyxtsuki Moon Text to Dakota: You are too sweet, love. <3 I'll be home soon, I miss you so much. I love you, Dakota, you always remember that, too. Wait for me!
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Posted: Tue Aug 26, 2014 9:27 am
"You've been up in this hole for damn near three hours Dakota." Sammy hissed, her head curling around the doorway from the stairs. Dakota had dragged his bedding, set up the small living area for him since he recieved Candace's message. Jenson and Sammy hadn't thought it would last so long when they had been moving around so much before, at Dakota's own caution.
"I got a text message from the Wife Sammy, s**t, Let me have this." Dakota glared at her from over his phone, where he was moving it around to get that bar again. He had been trying for three hours to get it to return to him, so he could return the message to Candace. Three hours, and he kept rereading the message over and over again.
Candace's smile. Candace's eyes. Her soft voice, her gentle touches.
Duffy's blood across the sand, Bethany's face stitched up, the carcass of bug home. The smell. Rust and sand and rotting flesh.
"Did you guys figure out what's up with the oasis?" He pointed up to the neverending waterfall. usually Oasis's were made with collected water from the ground that pooled, but this one was falling down into the earth, so where was the water coming from?
"It's ******** magic or something, It's like the Oasis pool never ends. We think it might be a artifact keeping the s**t together, but we can't get far enough in the water without being pulled towards the middle."
"Oh yeah, weird mmhmm." THERE A BAR. Text message sent!
"Are you even ******** listening Dakota?" Sammy threw up her hands. Eight Text to Candace: Sorry took so long. Out in the Sahara. Found a desert city. I love you more. Text to Candace: I transferred to Mist!
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:09 pm
"How many?" Dakota held Chama close to him, keep him warm, keep him alive. She was the only light he had in the dark.
"16." Sammy whispered, her own weapon glowed softly in the damp cave.
"16 war?" Jenson ticked off behind them.
"14 war, 2 famine.They got body parts, don't know if they are hunter or human." She hissed, "What the ******** are we suppose to do, 2 famine were trouble enough, they ******** stuffed Duffy. What are we going to do about 14 more, from the ******** war tribe?" She held up her hand even as she spoke.
At first it was a small clicking sound, right above her head. Then Sammy was screaming, flinging her weapon around.
"It's inside! It's inside me!" They had to drag her out from the tunnel, hold her down as they watched a large bump move under her skin.
"Hold her down jesus ******** christ Jenson." Dakota could slice her open with her legs thrashing about. "Shut the ******** up Sammy and ******** stay still." Chama's blade burned the skin, and he smelt it again, the putrid stench of flesh. It was like that shitty scene from the mummy or something, but Chama's fire burnt the cockroach looking famine pet as soon as the blade touched it's shell. He plucked it from the wound, tossing it back to the opening of the cave.
He thought it dead, but it waited...and then it scuttled to tell it's masters. Hunters and humans, here for them to play with. More and More.
"Let's get the ******** out of here." Dakota took Sammy's arm, throwing it over his shoulder. Chama was great in the sense that she burned the wound so that it wouldn't bleed profusely, but it still hurt, and Sammy was on the verge of tears.
"Camp?" Jenson asked, but they all knew the answer. They wouldn't have time for camp to be packed up. It was time to get the ******** away from this city.
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:17 pm
It had been a rain of feathers.
Dakota felt each one brush him (crush him).
He felt the feather light touches (They were much stronger then him.)
They were all sorts of colors. (Red brown, rust and sand and blood.)
He couldn't hear sound, it was like snowfall. (Sammy wasn't screaming anymore, funny, she was ******** annoying the way she screamed. Where was Jenson? he was the quieter of them three.)
He looked up at to the sky. (When had it been so bleak and large?)
He felt nothing more. (the wound was too big. They just missed his jugular.)
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Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 11:33 pm
He pretended he didn't feel anything when they dragged him through the sand. He didn't groan or wince when they hit rocks, or when it went from grating sand to cool stone. He really couldn't tell cold from hot anymore, because he had loss too much blood.
How many pints did a human have ******** were they still humans? Did the produce blood like normal humans? Or because they had weapons, they'd have some sappy red substance that was like blood but regenerated faster in their body. Kind of like the students FEAR. Why did it matter? Because he wasn't dead yet, and he wanted to know why.
"This one still breathes." It was a crisp feminie voice. Dakota could tell that much. That was probably s**t, most female horseman were war tribe. it was dominated by babes in scanitly clad outfits with butt ******** wings and a hunger for man meat. And not the sexy kind. He laughed but it came out a stale laugh. "It scoffs at us, tear its heart out!" She demanded, pulling his hair back so he got a good look at boobs. Well s**t, if he was gonna die this was a nice view, even if the rack was part of some crazy killing bird...horse...b***h.
"Silence." This one was multiple sorts of voices. Famine probably. "This one has strong spirit, strong soul. I want to harvest it slowly, drain him all."
"What of the other two then..." She spat at him, throwing his head back. He would've had some choice words if it didn't cause his world to spin.
"I do not need a pithy excuse for men-" He knew it, Sammy's ******** shrill were too damn high for a real woman. "When we have strong one here. Turn the two into huts. My pets are hungry." The famine horseman came to stand in front of Dakota, a pair of bony hands cupping his chin and smiling at him. If you could call the falling of flesh from it's face and teeth smiling. He was disgusted, terrified and disguested. "So handsome you are, with no scars and no marks. Do all human hunters have forms like these?" he - she grinned, bending down to rub it's face against his cheek. "Almost flawless, I wonder what I can do to you! No pets, no, this one is not your food." It let him go, thank god, let him go to tend to it's bugs and let him fade into a blackness.
Let him fall into a unknown until he could pull himself back.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 11:39 am
He never understood the reason for stringing up carcasses. His grandfather showed him once, when he would take him hunting. Those were rare visits to the wild, where his grandfather, a wise man of the tribe, would teach him valuable lessons of the land. The bounty it offered. He would teach him to thank Mother Earth for her beautiful land, filled with food and resources that allowed them to live. They would pray to father sky, for good weather, and to grandfather time, to allow them enough for a good hunt.
But he never understood, after they did all that, when they would bring their bounty home, his grandfather would string the deer or the rabbits up, high in the air. It wasn't to keep bears away, they were a modern day family and tribe after all. So what was the reason? he asked one day, and his grandfather chuckled.
"Some would think it a show of pride." he would say, "Some would say it easier to skin and take the meat from. The blood drains..." His grandfather explained, "emptying the game. It is it's last wishes and thoughts. When the blood flows through the animal, and it goes to the earth, Mother earth takes it, as mother earth takes us all, and it will turn that pain and sadness and regret..." His grandfather pointed from the deer, to the ground before spreading his hands, "Into the trees and into the grass, where it will leave again and cycle. That is what our people believe. We do not stop the cycle of life like this. For whatever we take, we must give some back in return." And then his Grandfather would explain how they took everything from the deer's carcass, and used it. What wasn't used was buried back into the earth, where it would feed back into the dirt and fuel whatever came next.
Dakota liked to think, as he was treated to the sight of Jenson hanging from famine's ceiling, his arms and legs removed and the stumps sewed shut, that the blood that hit the floor, was Jenson's soul returning to the earth. He'd like to think, that even though the mans front was hallowed out, his organs removed to house a disgusting amount of bugs, that crawled in and out and around, that Jenson would feel no regret or sadness, that mother earth would take him. He didn't have much time to ponder Jenson though, as he was pushed forward into his holding cell. One more day in the torture house of this Oasis. One more day held in a cell with no light.
He'd like to think, that the face etched in permenant horror, something the Famine captor, his name was Scavenger was quite fond of, would just fall off, and all that would fade and Jenson was happy in Mother Earths embrace. But Famine was not his Grandfather, and they did not offer Jenson's body back to Earth, so the man hung in limbo. Like Julie. A carcass for bugs. Aware? Alive? He couldn't even bring himself to gag anymore.
His grandfather had lied to him, and he knew as he grew older, that his grandfather had been trying to protect him. They were always trophies, because whenever something was hunted, what greater joy was to show off what your hard work paid off? Dakota knew, that even though his grandfather told him those things, there had been a boyish swell of pride when they hung the large buck he and his grandfather killed.
He would've laughed, if Scavenger hadn't been testing his little potions and poisons and antidotes on him. This one had taken his voice, but had changed the color of his eyes and hair. It was, by far the least painful of the potions the famine liked to try.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 12:07 pm
They fed him food, kept him at a healthy point, they would let him rest sometimes, where he would curl in his cell for sleep. Sometimes he was too tired, and he would sleep for hours. Sometimes he was too terrified, too hurt, too much in pain that he would close his eyes, only to open them at the faintest of sounds.
One thing remained constant. He could never quite get the image of the team out of his mind, out of his dreams. Each night, he'd see them all hanging, in his dreams, bloody shells of former beings. Sometimes he saw himself up there.
Sometimes he saw people he loved. Candace, Molly...Marcus, Wilson.
Sometimes he saw people that he lost. Julie. Clerise.
Sometimes he dreamed of normal things, if you could call it normal. What was normal anymore? Dreams were not. Nightmares were.
One night, he dreamed of Candace and her soft raven hair, running through his fingers. He knew it was a dream because she was looking at him with love, with all of her limbs intact, with her body flawless. And she would murmur to him, and he would reach out and pull her close and hold her so tight. he'd hold her so tight, she laugh and make small sounds, but he couldn't let go, not even in the dream. Not even now.
Waking was the worse, as the light from the lantern scavenger carried passed by his cell. He wasn't here to retrieve him today, it seemed, so Dakota waited and when the famine horseman passed, he clutched his arms around himself, turned to his side and wept. He let the pain, the sadness, the anger go. Wept until there was nothing left inside him anymore. Until the images of Candace disappear. Until her kind and gentle smile was far out of his reach, it no longer brought comfort.
It was just one more torture with the others. Just one more reminder of what he needed and they would never provide.
His soft sob stopped, hitching up as he finally heard Chama, for the first time since he had been captured.
"What." he snapped, feel pathetic that in that moment, the phoenix would dare rise, and call to him. That she would intrude in a place where he didn't want her, where he had all but given up on her talking to him. He knew it was because of Scavengers potions, hadn't the horseman said it himself? He wanted Dakota and Dakota alone.
She was the briefest whispers,
She would've screamed, She was trying to ease him, trying to remind him that he wasn't alone, when he was. <********. Off. Chama." Dakota said again, just a little too loudly, just a little too late. Scavenger had returned and was smiling from the bars outside the window.
"Ah, Ah I see you speak to your weapon." he announced his presence with glee, "The poisons are losing their effect, I wonder if it is because of this weapon bond. Yes this was part of my testing you see, it only took you a week, this is quite the time, the record. You are far exceeding my expectations!" Dakota turned to face the horseman, his face a mask but his heart hammering. "A week! And now your body can be tested for new poisons! Yes my stronger ones, you see, no one has made it this far! They break." Scavenger brought his finger and looped it in a circle around it's head, it seemed the universal sign for crazy. "And we feed them to my pets, but yes, you have great strength mister hunter, really good. Tomorrow! tomorrow morning, I hope you are happy! Tomorrow we will begin the next week of poisons! I am so excited, yes, I must make them. Oh how fantastic. Such a good specimen."
Dakota cursed, he threw dirt and whatever else he could at the retreating form. and if Chama talked to him again, he ignored her. Cursed her. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore...He let the bitterness well up. <******** Chama, for pretending she was there. ******** Candace, for reminding him just what he missed, ******** this place, for keeping him here, ******** Deus, for bringing him to the Island and slowly ever so slowly breaking him down, piece by piece. Until there was nothing left of the cheerful friendly Dakota, just one consistently beaten down, tired and angry and bitter. ******** everything and everyone, for reminding him that just when things looked up, something came back and dragged you down, until there was nothing but hell and its expansive real estate. He might as well buy a ******** house down there.
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