dream thread who: Tom Riddle, victims and ... Draco? what: Tom needs expressive venting about his anger when: october fifth where: the public, outside open: -err, unless you wanna deal with a murderer.. rating: R for torture and language
Upon waking up, Tom felt a little dazed and confused, he could feel that he was physically awake, and he could feel his limbs and the rest of him, though he felt very blurred, his vision as well. He had been having very sadistic dreams, as per usual, it was pretty much expected with what had just happened to him, he was still very upset with that whole thing, and so once he was sure he was standing, he grabbed his wand from the nightstand and set out of the apartment - his room mates were lucky they weren't around, or they wouldn't have had a very nice morning. Though... was it morning? Tom felt very disoriented as he exited the building, looking around, he felt as though he was in a dream, and that he wasn't in his own body.
"What magic is this?" he muttered, and he felt like he was watching some kind of film, like it wasn't him, but someone else. He wondered if he had been drugged, but then his mind drifted elsewhere. This doesn't feel real, he thought to himself as he walked down the street, watching all of the muggles nearby walk passed him, they all seemed fine, though some of them looked like they were walking funny - he didn't know if it was them or if it was just his eyes. He furrowed his brows and then let out a string of curses under his breath.
Suddenly, everything began to spin around him, and he felt like he had just suddenly drank a whole barrel of whiskey, or a whole lot of vodka. His mind spinning, he growled and looked up, everyone seemed to be blurring past him. "Bloody hell! STOP MOVING! ... CRUCIO!!" he screamed, pointing his wand up and then the frenzy began, he started to torture anyone he saw, killing a few of them here and there.
Who cared? They weren't real. He was just dreaming.