Dreamjournal
I was a female assassin (killer? murderer?) on the run from someone through an ashen wasteland. I had no idea who they were or what I'd done to piss them off...
Flashback
I was a young girl and in a fairly fancy bedroom. I was kneeling on my bed and beneath me was myself. A thing that was myself. The confrontation infuriated me, what was this thing. In my hand was an object (maybe a knife or perhaps just something heavy) and it came down again and again on the thing's face.
There was no blood, just milky fluid. Eventually, the face caved in on itself unnaturally.
Exhausted, I gave up and numbly wandered over to the balcony. Looking out, it was a cramped European street... possibly Italian. A police officer I knew saw me and waved. I waved back with my offhand as my other hand was still carrying the object and covered in fluid. He called out, asking if anything was wrong. I shook my head, but he said he'd be coming up. How would I explain this?
Meanwhile, in an unidentified location, an agent and a scientist talk about the phenomenon happening again and how it required further study. The girl isn't important, she's just the result of what was behind the wall (a shrine or something).
Flashforward
I was being brought to some lab where people, myself, were strapped down. Some were older, others younger. I had no idea what was going on.
As I was being strapped down, a clone welcomed me rather sarcastically. She motioned her head ever so slightly backwards to an injection device just behind her head. I thrashed violently and grabbed the one behind my head and stabbed one of the man who was trying to hold me.
However, I couldn't free myself before the guards were sedating me.
Flashback
I was a young girl and in a fairly fancy bedroom. I was kneeling on my bed and beneath me was myself. A thing that was myself. The confrontation infuriated me, what was this thing. In my hand was an object (maybe a knife or perhaps just something heavy) and it came down again and again on the thing's face.
There was no blood, just milky fluid. Eventually, the face caved in on itself unnaturally.
Exhausted, I gave up and numbly wandered over to the balcony. Looking out, it was a cramped European street... possibly Italian. A police officer I knew saw me and waved. I waved back with my offhand as my other hand was still carrying the object and covered in fluid. He called out, asking if anything was wrong. I shook my head, but he said he'd be coming up. How would I explain this?
Meanwhile, in an unidentified location, an agent and a scientist talk about the phenomenon happening again and how it required further study. The girl isn't important, she's just the result of what was behind the wall (a shrine or something).
Flashforward
I was being brought to some lab where people, myself, were strapped down. Some were older, others younger. I had no idea what was going on.
As I was being strapped down, a clone welcomed me rather sarcastically. She motioned her head ever so slightly backwards to an injection device just behind her head. I thrashed violently and grabbed the one behind my head and stabbed one of the man who was trying to hold me.
However, I couldn't free myself before the guards were sedating me.