[Week 31, Day 7 : Dream] Doors are for knocking, not knocking out.
Warnings: Violence, blood, torture.
A mass of vibrations, flashes of light and a general sense of unease herald the beginning of the dream. Slowly, hawk eyes blink open, focusing on the room around him. Tobias is confined in a clear box, no more than nine feet cubed in size. It’s suspended above the floor, and the distressed bird is collapsed in a pile of shed feathers on the floor.
Looming in the near distance is a beautiful blond, crazed and rambling sounds that are too far off to make out -- the only thing with any clarity in the external world are the buttons -- black, red, blue. Shining buttons that signify impending pain or pleasure.
The red one.
Agony, a very physical jolt of pain as a blade digs deep into his wing, ripping open flesh and bearing the bone to air. He flaps hard, straining and ripping the wound open farther as he tumbles to the ground. He rolls to the side, narrowly avoids being stepped on once, not so lucky the second time as a massive, grey foot slams down on his leg, crushing his bones to powder, leg splitting open as he lets out an ear-splitting cry.
The blue one.
That moment, when Elfangor stumbled from the wrecked ship, already doomed. That first eye-contact, the connection he had never quite understood. His father. His breath catches in his throat, he runs forward, to embrace him.
The red one.
Running, pulling at clothing as he darted out onto the football field. Someone was behind him, chasing him. He fell, face-first in the dewy grass, getting a mouth full of chalk. Morph! Morph! The two hours are almost up, you’ll be stuck! As a human; a weak, defenseless, unwanted, worthless human. He couldn’t go back, not to his uncle and aunt, not to the homes where he was only worth the labor he provided.
The blue one.
He was nestled into a makeshift nest in Ax’s scoop, rain coming down hard around them, deadening the sounds of the forest, making it as if they were the only creatures alive. The TV was on, another infomercial that Ax was so fond of, and Tobias was able to rest without fear, without keeping an eye out for owls.
The red one.
Screaming, a building collapsing around him, trying to get out, looking, frantic, for any way to escape. Flapping his wings, but not getting any air. Panic swallowed his mind as he realized he couldn’t fly. He was going to die. Fire roared up the walls, threatening to swallow him whole.
[Tobias jolts awake from the end of the nightmare, launching himself off his perch in the tree he’d claimed near Elfangor and Matt’s house. He flies low, flapping hard and still lost in the panic of his nightmare, darting through buildings with a recklessness mirrored in the frantic beating of his heart.
Left! Right! Door, door, DOOR!]
THUNK!
[Tobias slams beak-first into a door, crumples to the ground in a dazed pile.]
(OoC: That would be Alice's door he's 'knocking' on.)
A mass of vibrations, flashes of light and a general sense of unease herald the beginning of the dream. Slowly, hawk eyes blink open, focusing on the room around him. Tobias is confined in a clear box, no more than nine feet cubed in size. It’s suspended above the floor, and the distressed bird is collapsed in a pile of shed feathers on the floor.
Looming in the near distance is a beautiful blond, crazed and rambling sounds that are too far off to make out -- the only thing with any clarity in the external world are the buttons -- black, red, blue. Shining buttons that signify impending pain or pleasure.
The red one.
Agony, a very physical jolt of pain as a blade digs deep into his wing, ripping open flesh and bearing the bone to air. He flaps hard, straining and ripping the wound open farther as he tumbles to the ground. He rolls to the side, narrowly avoids being stepped on once, not so lucky the second time as a massive, grey foot slams down on his leg, crushing his bones to powder, leg splitting open as he lets out an ear-splitting cry.
The blue one.
That moment, when Elfangor stumbled from the wrecked ship, already doomed. That first eye-contact, the connection he had never quite understood. His father. His breath catches in his throat, he runs forward, to embrace him.
The red one.
Running, pulling at clothing as he darted out onto the football field. Someone was behind him, chasing him. He fell, face-first in the dewy grass, getting a mouth full of chalk. Morph! Morph! The two hours are almost up, you’ll be stuck! As a human; a weak, defenseless, unwanted, worthless human. He couldn’t go back, not to his uncle and aunt, not to the homes where he was only worth the labor he provided.
The blue one.
He was nestled into a makeshift nest in Ax’s scoop, rain coming down hard around them, deadening the sounds of the forest, making it as if they were the only creatures alive. The TV was on, another infomercial that Ax was so fond of, and Tobias was able to rest without fear, without keeping an eye out for owls.
The red one.
Screaming, a building collapsing around him, trying to get out, looking, frantic, for any way to escape. Flapping his wings, but not getting any air. Panic swallowed his mind as he realized he couldn’t fly. He was going to die. Fire roared up the walls, threatening to swallow him whole.
[Tobias jolts awake from the end of the nightmare, launching himself off his perch in the tree he’d claimed near Elfangor and Matt’s house. He flies low, flapping hard and still lost in the panic of his nightmare, darting through buildings with a recklessness mirrored in the frantic beating of his heart.
Left! Right! Door, door, DOOR!]
THUNK!
[Tobias slams beak-first into a door, crumples to the ground in a dazed pile.]
(OoC: That would be Alice's door he's 'knocking' on.)