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[ Green Door Solo ] Rook

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OnionGrump


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:01 pm


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PART 3: VICTIMS POV

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You feel sick looking at the door, and yet you cannot avoid it. Your head pounds, your heart aches, and despite being in a dream and being now aware of it, you cannot look away. A part of you already knows, that this is the end of your journey. You never woke up from your dreams because at this point, you cannot.

Your hand touches the doorknob and memories flash in your mind. Your life before this happened. Your life after the incident. Each and every day, from being found in one of the factions, from being recognized, from struggling to survive to now. The bandits, the casino, the fog, the strange dream and mist that overwhelmed you. You knew the moment you were Infected that this day would come and you fully accept what is in front of you.

The virus has already consumed you. You are ready to die. This was-

*

Your consciousness stirs, and yet it doesn't. You are no longer singular. This was what happened those before you, as their bodies simply became empty vessels devoid of mind.

You understand this because you are the virus. You view your eyes through the network of the entire virus itself, through the strange and abstract.

It is knowledge, it is creation. You are a legacy.

As this final awakening immerses you, you become complacent. Perhaps you had once been given a name, but that name is irrelevant now. This virus is a gathering of memories. Your existence has become a collection.

No.

Your legacy is a gift. You infect those remaining.

No, this is not what-.

You harvest. You feed. You gather.

This is not what you are. You were once-

This world is your vessel. The memories fuel your legacy.

You are not creation, you cannot be, there is still so much that-

- cannot be contained because your memories are not complete.

You feel a strange sensation, like tearing apart from something-

- And then you are freed. At first, it feels like you are waking up, until you realize you still no longer have form. Where your body is, what you have become, it scares you, not being essentially human. Will you ever return to what you were before? Is it already too late?

You search around frantically, fueled only by the memories and emotions you call your own you create a shape from the thousands of vines around you. You see for the first time where you are, in some strange, long corridor entire covered in green. A few vines dutifully obey you, and they coil around your lack of form and give you shape, limited only by your imagination. It is by far human, but you can move again, you have substance. Perhaps it is best that you cannot see yourself, only what is around you.

You struggle to keep control of what is essentially just vines, to keep them together and cohesive, to stumble forwards and find what remains of your true body. As you do so, you encounter something else. It is not by chance.

It is a face, and the vines slowly consume it. For a minute, you are hopeful. For a moment, you hope this is your own body, and then you realize it is something else. You recognize it, because you saw this form through your dream.

This is the one that rescued you from the highway, the nightmare. You watched it all, through your dream, and now you remember it. You remember that they were here to save you. Guilt sweeps through you, and then a curiosity.

You brush the vines around them, a favour for a favour. The vines upon contact, disappear, obligingly. Gently, as gently as you can, you carry your rescuer away from the corridor, from the chambers. The vines retract on each side. You move further and further away, and you reach a set of stairs - they do not stop you as you descend, away, far, far away from the center of Creation. The further you separate, the more you unravel, losing bits and pieces of yourself. You cannot go much further.

At the very base of the stairs you see it - the exit to the building. You are barely hanging on, just a very, very small piece of you gathered together still in coils. Fog seeps in the entrance of the building, and through the glass window you make out shadowed shapes but the feel uncontaminated. Slowly, you extend the bare pieces of yourself towards the shapes with your rescuer. The shadows see them, you recognize them as allies of your rescuer. They carry them away, just as you are forced to retreat. You return back up the stairs, before you lose your substance entirely again.

A favour for a favour.

As you return up the stairs, you gather the final pieces of yourself. This is what remains, the rest is already a part of Creation. You will never be able to leave the center, eventually you will become the legacy again. Other shapes lumber around you, and as you make contact, just a brush of vines against each other, you understand they are like you. They are just a series of memories waiting to be completed.

For now though, your time is not up yet. You still have a moment to share memories with others, and to place your final pieces of memories. While you are still here, while you exist, you are still yourself.


OOC

Once again, write an RP reaction to the above post in your [ GREEN DOOR SOLO ] thread. When you are done, and you've written over around 450 words, you can claim +2 raffle tickets and have any "FREE" PRP time as you wish (SEE POST BELOW). Please read the information below on how to do this!
PostPosted: Sat Oct 03, 2015 1:02 pm


There was something about the sight of that door that made him feel ill. Just like the incidents before and yet for some strange reason, in spite of the pounding in his head and the ache pain of his heart, he found that he couldn't turn away. Before, where he had rejected the sight, he found himself drawn to it. This was a dream, he had never woken up. This was the end for him. The last chapter of his journey. There was no waking from this.

With a shaky hand, Rook reached for the knob of the green door and was instantly hit with memories. Memory of the life he had led before this, as well as the time leading up to this very moment. How he missed it--longed for it. It was a life he had taken for granted, one filled with so many regrets and of feelings he did not act on. Memories continued to flash through his mind, making him reel back. He saw the bandits, the casino--everything. But it was the fog that made him come to realize and finally admit he was already defeated. The virus had won. He was infected. He had hurt others already and he would do so again. He was ready to die.

A brief moment passed and he felt his consciousness try to surface, but it couldn't. He was unable to because he was no longer just himself. He was merely a small part of a greater network. He was the virus. Full of knowledge and creation, he was now a legacy.

It was strange to realize, but he was oddly pleased. Names, hope, desires... it was all irrelevant now. He existed now as part of a collection. A great pool of memory...

No

He would spread across the land, infect those who remained. Show them the gift that he had been given.

No, this is not what-

Feed on the living. Harvest their memories. He would gather and collect them all, just as--

This is not what you are. You were once-

This was his legacy, the world was his to--

You are not creation, you cannot be, there is still so much that-

-Could not contain him. He was not complete. His memories were not complete.

He felt the odd sensation of what he could only be described as tearing and--

He was free. Consciousness was returning now, finally waking from that never ending dream. But as before, it was a fruitless effort. His body was gone and panic set in. He was human damn it! How could his body be gone? And worse, was he stuck like this forever..?

The thought terrified him and he searched the tower frantically. His mind abuzz with thoughts and fearing the worst; summoning the vines to gather around him, allowing him to take on the familiar shape of what he once was. He was human, right..? No. This was still not right. He couldn't see it, but he knew. This form was merely a sham. He was fooling himself to think otherwise. But at the very least, it would give him a little freedom.

Movement proved difficult. He had to command the vines around him and will them to hold together, but they constantly threatened to fall apart. It made each and every step a trying task and he stumbled around, still in search of his body. He only hoped with all his might that it still existed. But even after a long search, his efforts were in vain. There was no sign of it, but he had found something else. A face among the vines; familiar and yet not. At first there had been hope. Hope that it was his own body. But that hope was immediately crushed. This was someone else and he knew them. But where had he seen them?

The dream... He recognized them from the dream. The one from the highway--the nightmare. They had tried to save him and--

Guilt filled him. If it was possible for a vine to feel nausea he would have. Had he doomed this person to die here too? No, he could still...

He lightly touched them, curiously at first, but soon determination set in and he willed the vines to part and separate, allowing the trapped human to slump forward into waiting arms. He would free them, save them as they had tried to save him. He owed them that much.

However, the closer he approached the exit, the more he realized he was losing control of the vines. He was unraveling and would eventually fall apart. Should he go much further, he would lose what little control he had left and his form would collapse. But he was determined to see this through and weakened as he was, he reached the exit, noting dully as the fog slowly seeped in. But it was the shadowy shapes that held his attention.

They weren't contaminated. He could feel it, he knew. So with the little strength he had left, he reached out to them, offering his burden to what he now recognized as allies. They took the man, carrying him beyond where he could see.

His debt had been repaid.

Now free of his burden he returned the way he came before he lost what little control he had gained.

This was it, he knew now that he was trapped here, stuck at Creation's center. He still had a little time, time as himself. But it was clear now that he would remain and eventually he would be lost.


OnionGrump


Mewling Trash

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