OOC: DREAM
He couldn't focus, no matter how much he tried. Everything seemed so chaotic. It was dark and he could barely make out the things around him, no thanks to the dark lenses in front of his eyes. The loud beating of helicopter wings filled his ears. After a few minutes, the faces around him became clearer as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. There were three men sitting around him with one female. One of them stared down at his feet, another staring straight up while the third man was cleaning his gun. The woman did not look too thrilled either. They knew what they had to be there and what their job was but a cloud of uncertainty hung in the air. "Redfield. Valentine. Ready?" As the two looked up, he heard a soft, "Captian?" but suddenly, there was a stabbing pain in his stomach and right as he looked down to see what had got to him, he could only look up to see an exploding mansion. His abdomen still hurt like hell but second after second, it was beginning to feel better.
Why was everything so dark? Everything he ever saw was filled with darkness, yet he was not bothered by it. There was no reason to worry about it with his great feeling that filled him. Still, he felt uncomfortable. Running... Was that all he ever did? Run around? Once again, fire surrounded him. His head raised to a woman (What's wrong with her? She can't be human...) almost naked grinning at him. Looking back, there was that one man he remembered from the helicopter. But this time, when he looked at him, his chest tightened, along with his fists. There was another large monster in front of him. With a shriek, he was off again until that same brunette man was in his vision again. He shook his head, feeling the warmth surround his body. Looking up, fire was everywhere he looked. (That's not what is providing the warmth, now is it?)
Everything was calm again but the setting was different. Instead of some laboratory, forest or helicopter. Along with that, he was not near some freakish monster. It was all too calm. An old man in a wheelchair spoke to him but he couldn't understand what he was saying. (Why is it that I get the feeling that this man is the real monster?) Next thing he knew, his hands were covered in blood and a man and woman (Those two from before...) burst in, shouting and yelling things at him. Even though he had no idea what was happening, he still felt frustrated. He was getting sick of them always interfering. (But weren't they helping me? No, wait... ) As soon as his eyes opened, they lowered. He was in control and there was no reason for them to get any further.
Why was everything so dark? Everything he ever saw was filled with darkness, yet he was not bothered by it. There was no reason to worry about it with his great feeling that filled him. Still, he felt uncomfortable. Running... Was that all he ever did? Run around? Once again, fire surrounded him. His head raised to a woman (What's wrong with her? She can't be human...) almost naked grinning at him. Looking back, there was that one man he remembered from the helicopter. But this time, when he looked at him, his chest tightened, along with his fists. There was another large monster in front of him. With a shriek, he was off again until that same brunette man was in his vision again. He shook his head, feeling the warmth surround his body. Looking up, fire was everywhere he looked. (That's not what is providing the warmth, now is it?)
Everything was calm again but the setting was different. Instead of some laboratory, forest or helicopter. Along with that, he was not near some freakish monster. It was all too calm. An old man in a wheelchair spoke to him but he couldn't understand what he was saying. (Why is it that I get the feeling that this man is the real monster?) Next thing he knew, his hands were covered in blood and a man and woman (Those two from before...) burst in, shouting and yelling things at him. Even though he had no idea what was happening, he still felt frustrated. He was getting sick of them always interfering. (But weren't they helping me? No, wait... ) As soon as his eyes opened, they lowered. He was in control and there was no reason for them to get any further.