Stranger Games NPC (stranger_npc) wrote in strangergamesrp, @ 2012-08-25 14:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave strider, event, gin charlie, kamizuki izumo, log, molly, open, ruby, tim drake, uchiha itachi, uchiha shisui |
[event] Terror Loves Company
You characters will all, on the night of the twelfth of August (also known as the twenty-fifth), experience this dream. If they are awake, they will experience this dream as a waking hallucination. Your character will experience the entire dream including emotions and sensations.
Please post your character’s reactions as replies to this post. Feel free to bump into other characters. We encourage it!
Gin Charlie will be noticeably absent until further notice.
WARNING FOR GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND CHILD SACRIFICE.
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The men were all dressed in black.
None of this had bothered her before. She knew different colors meant different things, and now her mind jumped to what black meant.
Death.
Her own dress was white. It meant purity. Life. Good things. Her crown of flowers had fallen from her head, and the stone was cold under her. She could feel the chanting thrumming through her. Through the stone. Banging out some primal rhythm in everything.
Someone stood over her, face obscured in a twisted mask fashioned in the burned parody of a skull. She wasn't frightened. She knew the man behind the mask, and he always smiled at her. She smiled, and then he raised the knife. The chanting stopped.
He plunged it down.
Right into her heart, cracking open her sternum. Hands followed, cracking her chest wide open as red poured onto her white. She screamed, high and thin and fading away into nothing as the numb cold took the place of fiery pain. She looked down at her open corpse, wondering at the strength it took to open someone up like that.
The men were dressed in black and they were leading her to an altar. For a moment she wasn't frightened, then she remembered what would happen. She started screaming and trying to get free. They were holding her arms so tight they might break. She knew what they would do as her back hit the cold stone. She knew how they would tie her and drive the knife into her heart.
She screamed as they threw her onto the alter. The hard rock caught her in the chest, and her plea to the goddess choked off. This time, they plunged the knife into her back. Her legs vanished out from under her. Pain flew up into her body, exploding across her mind. Her body rejected her, throwing her out to tumble up and hover above it before she smashed back down. Her flower wreathe was back on her head. The alter was before her.
Molly screamed.