Dream Post 001
Eve, dressed in a plain black dress, is sitting on an examination table in what appears to be some sort of medical lab. Her face is slack, her body still, and she's watching as a man in a lab coat finishes taking a blood sample. After a minute, he pulls out the needle, wipes down her arm, and smiles awkwardly. "I'm all done now, Eve. Your uncle's waiting for you in the hallway."
Eve nods solemnly and walks out the door, where a short, gray-haired man in a suit is waiting for her. "The doctors are done for today, sir," she informs him.
"Excellent," he replies, placing one hand on Eve's shoulder and leading her done the hall. "I have a very special surprise for you today, Eve. Have you ever heard of a game called 'tag'?"
She shakes her head; she's not entirely sure what games are to begin with.
"Well, today you're going to learn." They stop in front of a steel door with a keypad, and the man punches in a code. The door swings open, revealing a large room with concrete walls and a glass viewing panel high up on one side. There's a handcuffed man hunched in one corner but nothing else in the room. "You see that man, Eve?"
She nods again, her chest tight with unease. Eve isn't sure why; nothing bad has ever happened in these rooms before.
"Well, in tag there's the person who's 'it'-- that'll be you, Eve-- and their prey." Eve's uncle waves towards the man in the corner. "The prey will run away. When they do, the person who's 'it' chases after the prey, and when they catch them, they hit the prey with their hand-- that's called tagging. Do you understand, Eve?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, Eve, do you remember how to make a blade?" She nods and shifts her hand to a large sickle. Her uncle backs up a little, but he's still smiling. "Good. Now, when you tag you're prey, I want you to use that hand. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." There's a whimper from the corner, but Eve doesn't pay it any attention. She nods solemnly and begins to head towards the man. Funny, he doesn't run like her uncle said, and when she gets close he even leans towards her, saying something about his family and mercy and killing, and other words Eve doesn't really understand. When she hits him, in the chest just below where he's brought his arms up, something red and hot spurts out of him, and splashes Eve across the face. He brings his hands down to cover the hole in his chest, head dropping to stare down instead of at her, and falls to the floor. Eve watches blankly as the red puddle around him spreads out and stains her shoes.
Eve wakes with a gasp, halfway sitting before she seems to realize where she is. She swipes a hands across her eyes and stares blankly at the Dreamberry for a moment before wrapping her arms around her legs and tucking herself into a little ball.
Eve nods solemnly and walks out the door, where a short, gray-haired man in a suit is waiting for her. "The doctors are done for today, sir," she informs him.
"Excellent," he replies, placing one hand on Eve's shoulder and leading her done the hall. "I have a very special surprise for you today, Eve. Have you ever heard of a game called 'tag'?"
She shakes her head; she's not entirely sure what games are to begin with.
"Well, today you're going to learn." They stop in front of a steel door with a keypad, and the man punches in a code. The door swings open, revealing a large room with concrete walls and a glass viewing panel high up on one side. There's a handcuffed man hunched in one corner but nothing else in the room. "You see that man, Eve?"
She nods again, her chest tight with unease. Eve isn't sure why; nothing bad has ever happened in these rooms before.
"Well, in tag there's the person who's 'it'-- that'll be you, Eve-- and their prey." Eve's uncle waves towards the man in the corner. "The prey will run away. When they do, the person who's 'it' chases after the prey, and when they catch them, they hit the prey with their hand-- that's called tagging. Do you understand, Eve?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, Eve, do you remember how to make a blade?" She nods and shifts her hand to a large sickle. Her uncle backs up a little, but he's still smiling. "Good. Now, when you tag you're prey, I want you to use that hand. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." There's a whimper from the corner, but Eve doesn't pay it any attention. She nods solemnly and begins to head towards the man. Funny, he doesn't run like her uncle said, and when she gets close he even leans towards her, saying something about his family and mercy and killing, and other words Eve doesn't really understand. When she hits him, in the chest just below where he's brought his arms up, something red and hot spurts out of him, and splashes Eve across the face. He brings his hands down to cover the hole in his chest, head dropping to stare down instead of at her, and falls to the floor. Eve watches blankly as the red puddle around him spreads out and stains her shoes.
Eve wakes with a gasp, halfway sitting before she seems to realize where she is. She swipes a hands across her eyes and stares blankly at the Dreamberry for a moment before wrapping her arms around her legs and tucking herself into a little ball.