Memories of friends, family and all sorts of emotions passed by as she floated on through, each one invoking one thing or the other. A smile graced her face at some of the more pleasant memories, some of Christmases with her parents, the day she met Drew, Her best friend Jade’s encounter with something other than nerdom: Boys. She snickered at that one especially. There was something so precious and darling about that memory that she almost cried.
Still she floated on, never looking at one memory for too long before she came across the one memory she wanted to avoid. Leiah whimpered at how her day zero began, cowering under the counter, rocking as if that would save her life. Memories from then on pushed forth, from building friendships, [Building up her base with Gretel, Fortifying with granny, Dasz, Lissa and Drew. Her unexpected neighbor Lease.] to that fateful day at the casino where they lost the most important person that ever held their little group together. A tear leaked from her eye as she saw herself being carried away from the scene on the shoulder of her boyfriend while the unspeakable happened to their leader.
Despite what Guy had accused him of, Jeff didn’t deserve to die the way he did. It was disturbing and wrong. The next memory made her whimper and cringe as the hospital came through, revealing her madness and grief over her lost child. Guy’s trial came next and she couldn’t help the smug smile that graced her face when she saw herself kick the disturbed son of a b***h in the balls. She didn’t get the chance to view anymore as she was brought before three doors made from what she thought were combinations of her memories, thoughts and emotions.
Three doors.
Leiah didn’t hesitate or falter. Something was pulling her towards the black door and she went with her gut feeling, stepping inside to see what awaited her.
Inside of the door, she was seated on a grand throne of bone and metal, listening as one of her subjects yammered on and on about how the citizens were getting wrestless. They craved the feel of battle, of sword and steel clashing way into the night, the screams and cries of the enemy as they pillaged and took whatever they could get their hands on from women and children to cows. Her nation was a blood thirsty one with a queen that was just as ruthless and cut throat as any king before her.
Some say that she was so ruthless, she murdered her own husband and son just to make sure she kept the throne in her reaches. No one would rule this land but her. No one was better suited than her.
They called her the Black Queen, for her heart was as black as her soul.
But it seemed that carnage wasn’t what the queen wanted anymore. Now she wanted something different. This change happened rapidly and the kingdom wasn’t prepared for it, useless beheadings, crushed alliances, wives whose husbands went missing as soon as they were called for a personal audience with the queen only for their bodies to return to their door steps mangled and ruined beyond recognition. The queen was often found screaming and ranting at nothing, scaring the servants and what little knights she had left.
NO!
Nonononononono! This isn’t what she wanted! She needed something else, something more.
But what?
The queen finally stepped out of her chambers from her long seclusion, covered in filth, blood and gore that has long since rotted and dried. She finally figured out the one thing she had been missing. Revenge! Revenge for the wrongfulness she felt! Revenge for these squeamish bubbling idiots that dared grace her presence with their filth and complaints. They should be happy she was allowing them to even live. Miserable little worms!
Everything seemed to flow through her as if she was in a daze, her dearest, most closest friend that stayed with her throughout all of this mess; throughout her transformation was quickly tortured and remade to something that she wanted in her own image as her right hand. Whole kingdoms fell under their combined wrath, the smell of burnt flesh and brimstone only fulling the queen’s rage even further, her influence causeing brother to turn against brother; Sister against mother, and even the most loyal of knights to turn against the kings that they serve, whole massacres of bloodlines that went back thousands of years. She would remake this world, mold it and shape it till it represented the world that she knew it should’ve been.
For she was no longer the black queen but a god of this desolate world.
And she would claim her birthright.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:01 am
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RED DOOR ]
Leiah blinked at the dream, disturbed, yet intrigued at the same time. Was that some sort of alternate version of her or was it something her brain thought she should be? She didn’t have much time to think on it as she floated towards the next set of doors, going for the purple one at first, but then changing her mind and going towards the red door. Like the black door before it, she was immediately sucked in, viewing a world that was once more created by her mind.
He did not want this.
He never choose to become a god, he simply accepted it as the birthright from his damnable mother, the black queen. It was rumored long ago that she had in fact, killed her husband and child to make sure her place on the throne was secure. This was only half true as in yes, she did kill her husband, but she never even thought of killing her darling son. No, he needed to live so that her legacy would continue on with the proper blood on the throne. He often found a lot of the mortals praying at the shrines dedicated to him and his family, asking,begging to be free of the chaos and destruction his mother caused all those centuries ago.
They were tired of suffering, tired of living this life of eternal damnation and blood. They looked to him for salvation, their god, their hope, their one and only solution to bring about the end to their lives; Lives granted by his mother so that they could give into the madness without restraint. And now that they were bored, they wanted it all to end.
He would grant their request.
At first, he began by destroying only the ones that asked for their salvation at his hands, not really wanting to destroy what his mother had painstakingly built in her times of madness. But then he began to realize the mistake in his benevolence. At first he ignored it, the growing shadows and the creatures that came with it, it was no matter he couldn’t control later. But then the shadows began to grow quicker due to the mortals aiding it.
He could sit back and be idle no longer, watch as these mortals brought about destruction that he did not want to happen. Some things were best left elsewhere, but not on his world, he refused. And so the cleansing began, his warriors ripping apart any mortal the came across no matter how innocent they seemed to be, the need to destroy the taint before it even had a chance to form was all he set out to do. He was sparring these innocents from the madness and chaos that threatened to take over.
He kept moving, forever destroying and killing, just like his mother before him. He was a god, an unwilling one, but a god none the less. This was his world to protect and protect it he shall, no matter what the consequences were, even if he had to become the horseman of war itself. Soon, everything would fall and begin anew, for he was a god; He accepted his birthright reluctantly, but that did not mean he wouldn’t abandon it either.
What the...? Where was she? She remembered taking care of her human after she'd dealt with her running off, but now? She didn't remember falling asleep, and now she was freezing. Just what exactly was going on here? She was struggling to remember, struggling to find something in her brain that would give her a clue as to what had happened to not only herself, but her human as well. Had she succeeded? Had she managed to do her job and make it out okay? No, that would be too simple. She didn't feel quite right at the moment. Not with all the cold sensations and the strange nagging in her head. It felt like someone was there with her, and it was driving her mad to the point she needed to move and do something. Anything to get out of wherever she was now. That's when the voice really decided to speak with her. It was speaking of some secret weapon, something they hadn't been told about. Maybe it was a hunter weapon? Would that explain all of this weirdness?
It was like the words of whatever this being was was too much to handle, and she felt herself slipping into the darkness once more. She didn't know how much time passed after that. Maybe hours, maybe even days? All she knew was the sharp pain in her leg and the strange understanding that washed over her. She could see the vines dragging her as the voices whispered about her and her greatest purpose. Her consciousness was slipping, as was herself, but the voice said this was her true purpose. This was what she was meant to do.
Ey! No, no, no this isn't right! Wake yaself up already!
She'd become one in a billion, just another part of this great structure.
Like 'ell ya will! WAKE. UP.
The fighting voice grows weaker as she draws closer. Whose voice was it? Maybe hers at one point. Maybe.....who was she? What was she? It didn't really matter. She was part of the big picture, the grand scheme. She was always this.
Help me....
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:23 am
[Dream Scenario: BLUE DOOR]
Doors? Why were there doors here? Well by this point anything could happen, right? It didn't matter if there were doors or giraffes to pick between. She understood now it was just easier to go along with whatever thing this place threw at her than trying to fight it all. She had the three doors to choose from, none really looking any better than the other. They all looked dangerous, but she was drawn slightly more to the blue one than to the others.
"Let's see what's behind door number two," she muttered, stepping up and pushing the door open. She was swept up as she opened the door, memories washing over her and overwhelming her to the point she wasn't sure how to handle it all. Soon it stopped being memories of her own and became something more. Her own perfect world.
A place where everyone was equal. Somewhere everyone could belong and they worshiped her like a god. It was a beautiful, peaceful world. There was no violence, no having to steal to survive. All of it was beautiful and perfect.
Then chaos. People fighting over who was better. Struggling and death as they fought one another. No, no this isn't what she wanted! Things were supposed to be safe and peaceful. Maybe it would all fix itself. Maybe things would go back to the way they were. She was distressed at first, but now? Now she felt nothing either way. All she wanted were things to be right. They had to fix themselves. At least she could hope.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:25 am
[Dream Scenario: VIOLET DOOR]
Another three doors. Red, violet, and gold. Diana knew she was dreaming, she knew this was all wrong but there was nothing she could do. She picked the violet door, not just because of her hair color or anything, but because it seemed to call to her. Beckoning her closer and closer until she had no choice but to open it.
She was a guardian. It made sense now. She would protect all those who needed protecting. Her friends, the orphanage, everyone who needed help would have it no matter what. Everyone deserved it, and she couldn't just choose a side to be on. They all wanted help and kindness and she would give it to them. She would save them and take care of everyone. It was her job and if she wasn't there to do it then who would?
They just didn't understand her. They called her a traitor for helping everyone. Of course they wouldn't understand. They couldn't understand. She did not refuse their accusations and continued down her path of manipulation. She took care of them, gave them everything they wished for. Her friends would receive it all even if they didn't know what they wanted. They grew tired of her help, hated her for all she did. In the end it was only right that they kill her over it. It was what they wanted, and she would give it to them just like everything else.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:26 am
[ RESCUER POV ] Sio shifted as she woke, rubbing her eyes, trying to remember actually falling asleep. She shivers as she hug herself, trying to wiggle deeper into her jacket. Cold, so cold, when did it become so cold?! A headache throbs, as a weird feeling tugs at Sio's mind, making her head feel too full, like there is something else wiggling in her brain. The headache worsens as whatever forcefully sharing her mind spoke, sending jabs of pain. '... awakening...?' One last strong pulse of pain was enough to send Sio reeling back into unconsciousness.
Waking up from the pain of the thorny vines latching onto her, Sio tried to struggle, but a quick look at the surrounding vines almost cause her to empty her stomach, headache back at full throb. 'Is this... the horse thing... s**t... the human...' Her sight soon gain black spots, as her consciousness started slipping away again. Fragments of foreign thoughts drifted though her mind, giving her understanding, but taking parts of her in return. 'No... stop it... I don't... I'm... my name?'
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:27 am
[Victim POV] Dream Scenario: Blue Door They dreamed. Of the past, of companions dear to their heart, of both good & bad times. They remember the loss of their world, their attempts at surviving in the new hostile realm. The dreams started shattering, turning into shards, each showing another dream, another memory, shattering & shattering again. Slowly, the shards rearranged themselves, forming doors. Closest the them, were Doors of Black, Blue & White. Well, their favorite color has always been Blue. A slight touch to the door, & it swung open, engulfing them.
They dream again, this time that they are a god. They had helped create the world, shaping it to the best of their ability. They had tried to help those that wish to protect what precious little there is left, as the world is consumed by their 'children', by 'their' obsessions. They cried, as the world they poured their sweat & blood into break under the conflict of their cherished 'children'.
First to retreat was Sio. She could no longer stand the heartbreak of watching 'them' fight, again & again, all for nothing. They could still hear her sobbing, from out beyond the Door. With her, went Hope.
Soon, Rinko too retreated, even as the screams of the dying continues to echo in her mind. Her heart ache, troubled by the decisions she has taken. Would the world be better of if she had gone the other way? She could not decide, she could no longer stand this. With her departure, went Judgement.
Only Shino remains, watching & waiting for the dream to the end. Her heart long numbed to death due to what she is, what she represents, she stayed, believing there is a reason their mind gave them the Doors. Soon, as the world loses it's spark, bits & pieces of foreign memories flit though the cracks forming. A glimpse, an omen, of possible paths. With a sigh, Shino turn to follow the other 2 personas out of the Door.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 3:28 am
[Victim POV] Dream Scenario: Violet Door Once all 3 personas are gathered together again, the Doors shatter, rebuilding themselves into 3 new Doors of Red, Violet & Gold. Well, they aren't going near the Red one, & the Gold one is overrated. Violet Door it is then. This time, Shino was the one to open it.
They were created, to guard & protect, to watch over & guide. A Guardian. Without a human mentality, they did not know of right & wrong, of ethics & morale. To them, everyone was to be helped. Because of that, their 'creators' began to call them a traitor. 'They' could not understand, why they chosen this path of neutrality, why they did not ignore the pleas of 'their' enemies.
In order to please 'them', they turn to other avenues. They manipulate, change, sway what they could, so that it was to the liking of 'them'. It was their only defense, in this world that wants anything, everything, even to the cost of others. Everything, they gave to 'them'. Everything, & it was not enough. Never enough. Their 'creators' hated them, for doing what they were created to do. Hated them for giving 'them' their all. Destruction, was 'their' last gift to them. A betrayal, for some wrong they never know, a wrong they would never find out as they lay dying.
With one last scream, all 3 personas were dragged though the Door. Tears fall, as their hearts ache. Crumbling, the littlest sobs her heart out, her aspect unable to handle the pain they just went though. Wiping her tears, the dominant gave the oldest a look, before sweeping the youngest in an embrace, trying to stem the flow of both their tears.
Jason didn't have long to contemplate this. Something felt off, a itch he just couldn't scratch, as if there was something inside his mind that annoyed him with it's existence. It wasn't the same as Zanth's presence; he was so used to the fallen angel's being that he blended in wonderfully with his mind to the point it felt natural to have him there. This one was so invasive, able to access every part of his mind, he wanted to kick it out.
Then the words echoed through his head, causing him to black out once more. But not for long, as he became aware of a loud thumping. Then his cried out in pain, thick thorny vines encircling the limb and pulling him towards a much larger mass of vines. Everywhere he looked the plant writhed, the words repeating themselves again but less words and more...feeling. A humming noise in his head grew and grew, threatening to squeeze out all sense of self.
"Zanth!" He cried out, mentally reaching for the demon. He had the impression of the angel wrapped in the same vines, constricting him as it was doing to himself. Further and further his weapon's presence grew less and less, his own consciousness fading...fading.
He had been struggling, but he was unsure why. Who was he again?
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 4:22 am
[ DREAM SCENARIO: RESCUER POV ]
Radley woke up with a start, her head buzzing, irritated, a strange madness just creeping along the edges of her mind. It was like a wolf - prowling, pawing through her thoughts and memories. Was nothing sacred in her mind?
She kept her thoughts to herself for a reason.
"They did not tell you."
The words were spoken out loud, and Radley reeled, somehow enduring it. It made her whole body vibrate in an unkind way, her head hurting as if a migraine was forcing its way in.
"I know their secret weapon. I will find it. Even if you do not know, it is a matter of eventuality. My knowledge increases. This is my awakening."
The trainee blacked out for a moment, pain piercing her leg and making her gasp. Her head reeled again, and focusing her eyes, she saw a vine wrapped around her leg, dragging her back through hallways. There was a pulsing through the vines, almost as if she was in an entire brain structure, but looking at the mass just made her nauseous and sick to her stomach.
The more she heard the words as they repeated themselves, the more she understood. She wasn't a single entity. She wasn't unique. She was merely a singular entity in a sea of billions... but a part of her lingered, struggling to hold onto her identity - struggling to hold onto herself.
Mia stared at the blue door for a moment, opening it with trepidation; he was soon greeted with former memories he had no idea he had, drawing trembling fingers over the bookshelf that sat next to the door.
The dream seemed to shift, strands of light piercing his fingers but dealing no damage; they led to the window, and he followed.
He stared out of the window and realized that he was looking down upon the world from his small abode, eyes narrowing as he viewed with keen eyes, realizing that he helped shape, create... and help fight against itself, as well. He helped those who wished to protect what little was left to actually be protected, taking a slight pity on those lesser fortunate, the underdogs.
Mia watched his world dwindle, watched as humans tore apart what he made for them, consumed by their own obsessions; despite his creations and godly powers, he was helpless due to so many conflicting thoughts and emotions pushing him in entirely different directions.
He was sad, conflicted, and then... numb. He had to think this through. Was he making the right decisions? Had he been able to save his own world, or was it to be doomed?
Waiting, watching, and hoping... Mia stood by.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 4:31 am
[Dream Scenario: BLACK DOOR]
Memories floated all around her, little bubbles of the life she had lived up till now. She reached out to touch them, smiling fondly of the happy times, and fighting back tears at the sad ones. The ones after that fateful day making her hands clench. Would she ever regain her normal life?
Suddenly the bubbles floated away, leaving only three to float in front of her for a time before they burst. The contents blurred and reshaped themselves into three doors, each bearing a different color and symbol.
So she had to pick one?
Kammy hadn't the slightest idea what was going on, apart from this being one of the strangest dreams she had in a while. And that was saying something. She had no idea what to pick either, but the doors did kind of remind her of the black and white robed mages. So with those thoughts in mind she went why the ******** not and picked the black door. It was a dream after all.
And then she was a mage! She wore intrinsically threaded robes, and in a hand she held a intricate staff filled with power. With a simple wave she created a world, filled with all sorts of people and things, including all her friends and allies. All of them bowed to her will. And so they should; she created them after all.
But then things because out of hand. Her movements were not her own, and she found herself destroying the mind of Corey, Charlie and Charlotte, forcing the university into chains. Her staff pointed at the other factions, and within moments they were destroyed. A uncontrollable need for vengeance overtook her, and everywhere she turned her magic created death and destruction, trying to quench her thirst for revenge.
Suddenly the dream shattered, and she was within the room once more, three more doors placed in front of her. These ones were different to the previous three, leaving her just as confused as before. Kammy didn't want to repeat that experience, so she tried the door on the right hand side this time, the gold door.
She was thrust into a world of golden nobility, again in a position of power but not infinite. She was a respected Queen, and that was all. She lead her kingdom justly and fairly, living her life as she was supposed to. She was no god, but that didn't matter. She guided the knights as their leader, yet not quite among them.
Then she grew old, as did everyone else around her. Yet the kingdom itself remained the same.
She sighed; this was not the nightmare from before. It was a simple, balanced dream about a life she had never lived before.
Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 4:48 am
[Rescuer POV]
Rep knew then he opened his eyes and felt the buzzing the s**t had - as he'd expected - gone completely tits up. He tried to block it out, tried his best to push the intrusion out of his thoughts, to think straight without the feeling he was being watched. Tracey didn't like it either, letting out a low hiss as he snarled that he felt it too, that it had to be the grail.
The words were unbearable as they rained down on him and if he had any strength to do so he would have yelled for them to stop, for the thing to stop speaking to him when he wasn't built to handle it. Left nauseous and waking in the wake of the hail of sound, he could only dazedly wonder what it meant by secret weapon and what it was looking for. If it found whatever it was and overtook the ******** world it'd be almost his fault, his ******** failure for not doing enough. For a moment he sought out Harrison in fear, but he couldn't see anything other than the twisted vines hauling him away, he wanted to throw up but couldn't even do that, fearing that this was the ******** point where he finally ran out of luck against this damn thing.
He started to lose simple concepts, his name, who it was he was looking for, and that in itself was enough to leave him distressed and disorientated, not knowing why he felt that way. It was searing and horrendous and the loss was like finding himself without a limb, without anything at all until even the pain ebbed away and there was nothing but dull acceptance there there was nothing individual in him, just a greater part of a larger machine.
He tried to fight but the part that was him was already hopeless with the lost of the important memories and its fight grew smaller and smaller as it did until there was nothing left at all and there was not even enough of him left to mourn the loss.
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Posted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 4:54 am
[ RESCUER POV]
She woke up and the first thing that hit her was the cold; it was so very, very cold. Where was she? She wracked her mind, trying to remember but coming up blank - she didn't even remember falling asleep.
It was hard to think though, every thought coming slow and sluggishly. There was something... buzzing, not in her ears but inside her mind, some activity that did not feel like her own. It was everywhere and she couldn't stop it, slow, feeble attempts making no difference.
Then it spoke. She almost blacked out again, almost but not quite, hanging on by the thread of a hair.
The last word was sharp, stinging like a whip and she couldn't hold on any longer though, slipping back into unconsciousness.
Only for a short time, though. The loud thumps woke her and muddled she tried to place the noise. Then something sharp pierced her leg, pinpricks of pain and finally she could focus enough to actually see something.
Vines. Green vines wrapped in thorns, dragging her by her leg - there were more, many, far too many, making up an almost organic structure. It rang a bell but she couldn't look at it, had to look away or risk being overcome by nausea.
The buzzing was still there, almost a humming now and gradually she felt herself slipping away. Then the words came again, but this time they felt less like words and more like a concept directly input into her mind. She understood - she was only a small part, a tiny fragment of the whole, everything she was and had done coming to this.
She was slipping again, but a part of her was struggling, fighting to overcome the new understanding. This wasn't it, this wasn't her, she was more than simply a harvest -
- but if she was, she couldn't remember. Everything was faint, dim, and what sense of self she had left was fading rapidly. The vines had almost dragged her to the destination, the pulsing mass that was their center point and the overwhelming presence of something, far greater than herself, washed away any remaining individuality.
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