[Item Post] - Dated to Monday the 25th
He’d woken up with the sinking sensation that something had gone awry.
That something was not right.
It had taken Cain exactly seven painful seconds to realize just what was so wrong about waking up and instead of being in bed with Glitch, he could hear his breath echoing around him and the dull echo of punches landing their mark, of cries of terror and pain, and when Cain reluctantly pried open his eyes, he found himself staring at a glass-bowl view of the world and that world was made up of himself and his Adora, his Jeb, the Longcoats there to torture his family and take them away.
It took fifteen seconds, exactly, for Cain to start clawing at the Suit, to search for his gun to shoot his way out, but that wasn’t with him, back on the Island with Glitch and his hat, they were all lost to him and Cain didn’t know what was worse, that he had abandoned Glitch or that he’d been trapped here to watch this endless torture again. The panic swelled in his throat, nearly choking him, and for a calm man, Cain was shouting and bellowing now, knuckles bleeding within minutes as he clawed his way, praying for a loose screw, but nothing budged, nothing gave way and the scene before him didn’t stop either as he watched himself take a punch and another and his breathing was loud and ragged, eyes rimmed with red and moisture as he felt himself succumb to that same useless feeling that had sunk into him before.
The thought of another eight annuals of this broke him, weakened him, made him slump back against the Suit. His eyes stopped searching and though he didn’t want to watch, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from Adora’s face, her eyes, the way she begged for their son’s life. He watched Jeb fighting back, watched himself struggle and always fail, always.
Cain had spent too many a loop praying that somehow it would go differently, that somehow, this time, he would make it to his feet and drive them all away from his home.
But it never changed. It never stopped and now Cain was stuck again. His hands were bleeding copiously, but he couldn’t even feel them. All he could do was stare bleakly forward and he began to count the minutes again, knowing that thirty-seven minutes would mark the end and then it would begin again and again...
...and again. Without fail.
Loop after loop it went and Cain stopped struggling as he stood stock-still inside the Suit. He thought it had all been over that day when DG and Glitch had found him, but staring at his wife being hurt, himself being tortured, and his boy bleeding hard and fast, Cain knew that it’d all been too good to be true.
“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, a painful and quiet howl of a defeated man as he sank deeper and deeper into the haze that accompanied the Suit, the way he lost his mind slowly and in fragments, until he wasn’t sure what was fake and what was real anymore.
"I'm so sorry."
That something was not right.
It had taken Cain exactly seven painful seconds to realize just what was so wrong about waking up and instead of being in bed with Glitch, he could hear his breath echoing around him and the dull echo of punches landing their mark, of cries of terror and pain, and when Cain reluctantly pried open his eyes, he found himself staring at a glass-bowl view of the world and that world was made up of himself and his Adora, his Jeb, the Longcoats there to torture his family and take them away.
It took fifteen seconds, exactly, for Cain to start clawing at the Suit, to search for his gun to shoot his way out, but that wasn’t with him, back on the Island with Glitch and his hat, they were all lost to him and Cain didn’t know what was worse, that he had abandoned Glitch or that he’d been trapped here to watch this endless torture again. The panic swelled in his throat, nearly choking him, and for a calm man, Cain was shouting and bellowing now, knuckles bleeding within minutes as he clawed his way, praying for a loose screw, but nothing budged, nothing gave way and the scene before him didn’t stop either as he watched himself take a punch and another and his breathing was loud and ragged, eyes rimmed with red and moisture as he felt himself succumb to that same useless feeling that had sunk into him before.
The thought of another eight annuals of this broke him, weakened him, made him slump back against the Suit. His eyes stopped searching and though he didn’t want to watch, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from Adora’s face, her eyes, the way she begged for their son’s life. He watched Jeb fighting back, watched himself struggle and always fail, always.
Cain had spent too many a loop praying that somehow it would go differently, that somehow, this time, he would make it to his feet and drive them all away from his home.
But it never changed. It never stopped and now Cain was stuck again. His hands were bleeding copiously, but he couldn’t even feel them. All he could do was stare bleakly forward and he began to count the minutes again, knowing that thirty-seven minutes would mark the end and then it would begin again and again...
...and again. Without fail.
Loop after loop it went and Cain stopped struggling as he stood stock-still inside the Suit. He thought it had all been over that day when DG and Glitch had found him, but staring at his wife being hurt, himself being tortured, and his boy bleeding hard and fast, Cain knew that it’d all been too good to be true.
“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, a painful and quiet howl of a defeated man as he sank deeper and deeper into the haze that accompanied the Suit, the way he lost his mind slowly and in fragments, until he wasn’t sure what was fake and what was real anymore.
"I'm so sorry."