Usually, when Hitsu realized that she was dreaming, if she so desired she could awaken. It just took a bit of concentration and she could will herself to open her eyes, chasing off all of her nightmares with the action. This time, she couldn't. There was no waking from this. She realized that now and she was both saddened and relieved by it. She would miss Cecil deeply, and all of the others from the University that she had come to know and rely on in the past weeks. However. There would be no more fighting. No more suffering. No more pain or hunger.
There were memories here, in the realization of what had become of her - them - everyone who had succumbed to the virus before. So many memories. Those that were not hers. It was so strange and yet so intriguing... She did not belong here. This wasn't right. She had been her own person, they all had, and now it was being taken from them. Mentally, she struggled, reaching for something. She was unsure what. Her identity was lost to her, stolen away by the vines - by Creation.
She was not ready. Not ready to die, perhaps... Most certainly not ready to vanish into the collection of countless others harvested. She felt an odd sensation, something that urged her to fight harder.
She broke free. She looked down at herself, but there was nothing. Where was her body? It alarmed and intrigued her that she could move without form, but she clung to the human ideal that she had to hold some form. Calling the vines to her whim wasn't something she'd realized was in her power; it was like the thought of using them to her advantage had come to mind and they obeyed. The form was not her own, but it was something, and she felt just a little better to have some semblance of a body when she moved forward.
The body that she found made her emotions jolt; surprise and recognition.
She coaxed the vines away and realized that while she recognized the creature beneath, it had not been who she had believed. Nor had it been her. Still, she had seen this man's face, and knew his purpose. He had tried to save her, and she would now try to save him. Vines slid beneath the ghost's still, slightly transparent form. She lifted him with the gentleness and care that her human self would have used, and she moved again, toward where she might take him away from being assimilated like everyone else. It may have been too late for her, but perhaps not for him.
It took more than she imagined it would to take him to safety, but she did, recoiling from the shadows of those who had sought to save them and back up into the tower. The vines slowly reformed to give her the makeshift body once again, for just a while longer. Before what was left of her, as well as all of the others, were drawn fully into Creation.
THIS IS HALLOWEEN: Crossroads
This is Halloween Crossroads
