fbiblond (fbiblond) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-05 19:15:00 |
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Who: Sean Flynn
What: To Sleep, Perchance to Dream.
Where: Sean’s Room.
When: 5 am
Status: Stand alone- Complete.
Sean was walking down a hallway. It was one of those anonymous halls that could belong to any institution or building. The hand that held his phone to his ear was trembling. He knew what came next. He was as helpless to stop it now as he ever was.
“Are you okay?” He spoke into the phone as he saw the figure up ahead. The boy calmly walking away from him.
“Fine. I can’t stay jawing on the phone with you. Everyone is running around aimlessly, as if demanding answers will get them. We’re a long way from
“You owe me dinner, I don’t care what a mess this country is. You’re not getting out of it.” She chuckled softly over the line, then the phone went dead in his hand.
Sean turned the corner and the hall was filling with smoke. He couldn’t smell it. You never smelled anything in dreams. He was aware that this was a dream, just as he knew what was coming next. People in Uniform staggered passed him, covered in ash, some burnt or bleeding. He was trying to catch up with that boy. He couldn’t see the kid for the smoke. He stumbled over debris in the hall. People were crying, moaning, someone was screaming for help, another voice called for their mother. Sean didn’t want to see the burnt flesh, hear the calls. He didn’t want to keep moving down this fucking hallway, but no matter what he commanded his feet and legs to do, he kept moving.
Then he was there, at the doorway to General Henderson’s office. There was a plane engine beyond the doorway, nothing remained of walls, twisted metal might once have been a filing cabinet or a part of the plane. The burning rage of Hell itself blasted the air around him. “Sean? Where are you, baby? Sean, come get me.”
Sean could feel the moisture being sucked from his face as his arm came up as a pathetic shield. His suit jacket caught fire as he tried to push into the room. “Shanti!” He was aware of the pain, dimly, as his hand blackened and the skin sloughed off.
“SEAN!” The cry was from down the hall. Karen’s voice, full of fear. “Sean you have to help her!”
Sean felt his ribs splinter from the force of emotion as he turned from the room where his fiancé’ was burning to follow Karen’s cries to the door that led to her hospital room. His sister lay on the bed. She was pale as the linens, and she looked so skeletal. Her bright, green eyes glittered at him from the skull-like cavities shadowing them. “You have to help her get through this, Sean. You have to protect her. She’s going to be so alone…”
Sean lay a hand on the shoulder of the frail teenager holding Karen’s hand. “I will Karen. Like she’s my own. I swear.”
There was laughter from the doorway and Sean turned to see the kid standing there. He had blood on his hands, and the leg from Molly’s ‘Mauler’ robot in his hand. The kid giggled then and took off at a run. Sean turned to look at Karen once more only to see Molly laying there, face swollen and bruised, head swathed in bandages, blood staining everything.
He took off after the kid. Chasing him through hallways, up and down stairways, his rage growing every time his feet hit the ground. The teenaged junkie had nearly killed Molly for the rush. He’d beaten her so badly she was unrecognizable. He’d shoved a blade into the back of her skull, he’d left her raped and broken laying in an alley like a pile of trash. The little fucker had taken the last thing left.
Sean looked down at the broken body at his feet. He was speaking into his phone again. “Get the ambulance here NOW.” He was bending over, not really expecting to feel a pulse. “Come on, live you piece of shit. Don’t you dare die and get away from me.”
Sean jerked awake in his bed. The expensive bedding was damp with his sweat, and his skin was clammy with it as he ran a hand over his chest, feeling the heavy pounding of his heart under his palm. He heard the harsh rasp of his breathing as he fought to calm himself back to a semblance of normalcy. He pulled his legs free from where they had become entangled with the sheets and sat on the edge. It didn’t matter how often he had the nightmare, it never lost any of its impact.