fullcursed
in
xi_rpg
A nightmare
Characters: Robin and open to anyone else
Location: the halls -> outside near the pathway to the boathouse
Time: Late night, about 11 pm
Content: Robin has a spooky nightmare and almost loses control of her powers.
Warnings: scary content, and a very upset Robin
It was a horrible nightmare. Robin was no stranger to nightmares, but this was too much for even her. They were all dead: Allen, Mana, even the other students at the school. Their bodies were scattered in front of her, drenched in the blood that was seeping from the large wounds on their bodies. Something had torn them apart. And as Robin stared down at herself, she could see that she was covered in blood as well. She was the one who had killed them all. And the worst part of it all was that a part of her, a tiny part that she kept locked away as best as she could, it was enthralled by the death.
Robin woke up in a cold sweat. She had similar dreams every now and then, but it hadn't been nearly this graphic before. And somehow she knew that these dreams were the desires of that side that she kept under control most of the time, too. It hungered for destruction, something Robin denied it no matter what. Apparently dreams were the only outlet it had.
Normally she could calm down and go back to sleep without waking up her roommate. Tonight was being too difficult, though, and instead of calming down she felt her pulse increase as her breath quickened. The panic was setting in. Robin knew this feeling, and she knew that 'it' was trying to resurface again. It happened whenever she was scared or upset, and that dream had scared her badly. She sat up in bed and clenched the front of her shirt with her hand, trying to focus on just one thought: calm down.
But it wouldn't work. soon she could feel the tugging at the scar on her face, which was the next step in her transformation. Her hand moved from her chest to her face, and she felt that the skin was pulling tight. "No," she repeated over and over, starting to sob a little as she did so, "No no no no..."
She had to get out of there. It wasn't safe to stay in the dorms. If she transformed, then nobody would be safe. So she climbed out of bed and ran, not even stopping to put on shoes or a coat. Everything was a blur to her, and she wasn't even aware of what direction she was running. But she just kept running, her hand clutched to her face, and eventually she found a door to the outside and shoved it open loudly, leaving it to slam behind her as she ran. Eventually she fell to the ground just before the woods on the path to the boat house, out of breath. But she had to focus and force that feeling down again. She couldn't transform. "Stay the same," she repeated to herself over and over in a fearful voice, focusing on shoving that violent, painful feeling back down, "Don't change, stay the same."
Location: the halls -> outside near the pathway to the boathouse
Time: Late night, about 11 pm
Content: Robin has a spooky nightmare and almost loses control of her powers.
Warnings: scary content, and a very upset Robin
It was a horrible nightmare. Robin was no stranger to nightmares, but this was too much for even her. They were all dead: Allen, Mana, even the other students at the school. Their bodies were scattered in front of her, drenched in the blood that was seeping from the large wounds on their bodies. Something had torn them apart. And as Robin stared down at herself, she could see that she was covered in blood as well. She was the one who had killed them all. And the worst part of it all was that a part of her, a tiny part that she kept locked away as best as she could, it was enthralled by the death.
Robin woke up in a cold sweat. She had similar dreams every now and then, but it hadn't been nearly this graphic before. And somehow she knew that these dreams were the desires of that side that she kept under control most of the time, too. It hungered for destruction, something Robin denied it no matter what. Apparently dreams were the only outlet it had.
Normally she could calm down and go back to sleep without waking up her roommate. Tonight was being too difficult, though, and instead of calming down she felt her pulse increase as her breath quickened. The panic was setting in. Robin knew this feeling, and she knew that 'it' was trying to resurface again. It happened whenever she was scared or upset, and that dream had scared her badly. She sat up in bed and clenched the front of her shirt with her hand, trying to focus on just one thought: calm down.
But it wouldn't work. soon she could feel the tugging at the scar on her face, which was the next step in her transformation. Her hand moved from her chest to her face, and she felt that the skin was pulling tight. "No," she repeated over and over, starting to sob a little as she did so, "No no no no..."
She had to get out of there. It wasn't safe to stay in the dorms. If she transformed, then nobody would be safe. So she climbed out of bed and ran, not even stopping to put on shoes or a coat. Everything was a blur to her, and she wasn't even aware of what direction she was running. But she just kept running, her hand clutched to her face, and eventually she found a door to the outside and shoved it open loudly, leaving it to slam behind her as she ran. Eventually she fell to the ground just before the woods on the path to the boat house, out of breath. But she had to focus and force that feeling down again. She couldn't transform. "Stay the same," she repeated to herself over and over in a fearful voice, focusing on shoving that violent, painful feeling back down, "Don't change, stay the same."