Dream ✖ 019
Effects: A feeling of being called to duty, a deep sense of being needed and a feeling of fulfillment.
Warnings: None in particular
Everything is dark for a moment before becoming hazy, the picture coming slowly into focus. Frank is seated in the back of a truck, arms and legs bound with chain as he slowly regains consciousness. The truck has stopped, people are quickly moving about the area - it looks like some kind of base camp out on a wasteland, tents full of rations and ammunition, people dressed in desert fatigues all around the vehicles. Two soldiers and a man in a lab coat come over to the truck Frank is seated in.
"Come along, Null. The sedative should be wearing off now," the man in the coat says as the soldiers take hold of the boy's arms and carefully pull him out of the back, helping him rise to his feet. Null does so, a bit awkwardly, requiring the two soldiers to help hold him in place while he gets his bearings. He isn't certain as to his location but his mind is too foggy to take notice.
A sharp whistle cuts through the air, causing the boy to jerk his head upwards and hold it at attention. His eyes remain fixated ahead of him, watching the soldiers nearby as they began to clear out of the area. Despite his restraints, he managed to ball his hands into fists, clenching and releasing them in an unconscious attempt to ease his tension. Whatever sedatives had been keeping him in check had suddenly worn off - he was alive and alert, prepared for whatever may come.
Off in the corner of Null's eye, a man stands with a young woman at his side. They glance about their area, the girl's eyes falling on Null while the man's attention is focused solely on the troops hurrying about. He shouts out inaudible commands, things in a language Frank doesn't understand. He isn't being addressed at this moment but he knows his turn is coming up.
"There's a group of them no more than five kilometers southeast. They've been watching us - we'll send the boy in," the man says aloud before turning to look straight at Frank. The man's eyes almost seem to glow for a moment as he does little more than stare, eyes boring into Frank's own. There is an absolute hush that falls over the site before the word is finally dropped from the man's mouth:
"Go."
And in that instant, his shackles fall to the ground and the boy takes off. With a burst of speed he charges forward, drawing his machete as he rushes ahead. Even without a proper briefing, without being given explicit directions, Frank knows what he must do. He knows where his enemy is hiding, precisely how to attack them and the best means of getting them by surprise. His focus is solely on that and he soon disappears from view, away from the site and into the scrub.
The silver-haired woman has been silent this entire time. it isn't until Frank vanishes that she turns head to regard the man next to her. "Shall I follow him, Sir?"
The man merely shakes his head, lip curling into a thin smile. "No, Ursula... He will return to us when the mission is complete."
[Frank immediately jerks awake and readies himself, the Dreamberry jostling off his bed and crashing down onto the floor. The boy leans over to retrieve it, stopping as he hangs over the side of his bed and gazes at the sheath of the machete sitting propped against his bedside table. He reaches out to run his fingers along the casing, as though guided by some vague sense of nostalgia before the video feed clicks off.]
Warnings: None in particular
Everything is dark for a moment before becoming hazy, the picture coming slowly into focus. Frank is seated in the back of a truck, arms and legs bound with chain as he slowly regains consciousness. The truck has stopped, people are quickly moving about the area - it looks like some kind of base camp out on a wasteland, tents full of rations and ammunition, people dressed in desert fatigues all around the vehicles. Two soldiers and a man in a lab coat come over to the truck Frank is seated in.
"Come along, Null. The sedative should be wearing off now," the man in the coat says as the soldiers take hold of the boy's arms and carefully pull him out of the back, helping him rise to his feet. Null does so, a bit awkwardly, requiring the two soldiers to help hold him in place while he gets his bearings. He isn't certain as to his location but his mind is too foggy to take notice.
A sharp whistle cuts through the air, causing the boy to jerk his head upwards and hold it at attention. His eyes remain fixated ahead of him, watching the soldiers nearby as they began to clear out of the area. Despite his restraints, he managed to ball his hands into fists, clenching and releasing them in an unconscious attempt to ease his tension. Whatever sedatives had been keeping him in check had suddenly worn off - he was alive and alert, prepared for whatever may come.
Off in the corner of Null's eye, a man stands with a young woman at his side. They glance about their area, the girl's eyes falling on Null while the man's attention is focused solely on the troops hurrying about. He shouts out inaudible commands, things in a language Frank doesn't understand. He isn't being addressed at this moment but he knows his turn is coming up.
"There's a group of them no more than five kilometers southeast. They've been watching us - we'll send the boy in," the man says aloud before turning to look straight at Frank. The man's eyes almost seem to glow for a moment as he does little more than stare, eyes boring into Frank's own. There is an absolute hush that falls over the site before the word is finally dropped from the man's mouth:
"Go."
And in that instant, his shackles fall to the ground and the boy takes off. With a burst of speed he charges forward, drawing his machete as he rushes ahead. Even without a proper briefing, without being given explicit directions, Frank knows what he must do. He knows where his enemy is hiding, precisely how to attack them and the best means of getting them by surprise. His focus is solely on that and he soon disappears from view, away from the site and into the scrub.
The silver-haired woman has been silent this entire time. it isn't until Frank vanishes that she turns head to regard the man next to her. "Shall I follow him, Sir?"
The man merely shakes his head, lip curling into a thin smile. "No, Ursula... He will return to us when the mission is complete."
[Frank immediately jerks awake and readies himself, the Dreamberry jostling off his bed and crashing down onto the floor. The boy leans over to retrieve it, stopping as he hangs over the side of his bed and gazes at the sheath of the machete sitting propped against his bedside table. He reaches out to run his fingers along the casing, as though guided by some vague sense of nostalgia before the video feed clicks off.]