Post by Raine Laurent on Apr 18, 2009 14:21:23 GMT -8
Raine’s nights were ever increasing with the images as she slept. Or at least tried to sleep. The night was filled with cold dreams and distant memories she felt was her but not. Instead of plans of her new coming video game with the computer company she ran- it was now blood and battle. Part of her really didn’t mind at first. Kind of nice to realize you used to be a badass at some point and might be again. So she had welcomed the coming of her past as it slowly decided to filter in. Her recent Saining had probably triggered them into surfacing. Then she started remembering more details after waking- even the smell at times.
Her hand ached this time when she woke. The room was black so the dream lingered with her a while, a foggy ghost. The thrill of the task she had been on had given her an adrenaline rush and she doubted she’d be able to get back to sleep any time soon.
Her bed was warm but the feel of the cold night air and rain had some how crept into her bones. Running her hands down her arms she missed the leather and felt oddly exposed without it. Getting out of bed she went to the room’s walk-in closest, without bothering with any lights. Looking around at her things she felt strangely removed from them. Nothing looked even close. She started rummaging through the clothing, shoes, and other oddments in the dark small room.
No. No… No, no, no, no…. No!
Things flew out and were tossed carelessly, she simply didn’t care about them. She even stripped out of her night clothes she had put on before going to sleep that night. When she was done the place was littered and the only things she held onto was the leather collar she had recently gotten from Seth and a strange mask from a past Halloween. Sitting in the midst of the rubble that had been her life the image of her shoving something into the mouth of a frightened man and gagging him to death with it filtered in with triumph.
A shiver of fear and deranged pleasure shook her lightly.
Her hand ached this time when she woke. The room was black so the dream lingered with her a while, a foggy ghost. The thrill of the task she had been on had given her an adrenaline rush and she doubted she’d be able to get back to sleep any time soon.
Her bed was warm but the feel of the cold night air and rain had some how crept into her bones. Running her hands down her arms she missed the leather and felt oddly exposed without it. Getting out of bed she went to the room’s walk-in closest, without bothering with any lights. Looking around at her things she felt strangely removed from them. Nothing looked even close. She started rummaging through the clothing, shoes, and other oddments in the dark small room.
No. No… No, no, no, no…. No!
Things flew out and were tossed carelessly, she simply didn’t care about them. She even stripped out of her night clothes she had put on before going to sleep that night. When she was done the place was littered and the only things she held onto was the leather collar she had recently gotten from Seth and a strange mask from a past Halloween. Sitting in the midst of the rubble that had been her life the image of her shoving something into the mouth of a frightened man and gagging him to death with it filtered in with triumph.
A shiver of fear and deranged pleasure shook her lightly.
