destiny_x (destiny_x) wrote in x_2012, @ 2011-01-30 22:19:00 |
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Who: Destiny (OT Mystique if she wants)
What: Dreaming
When: Sunday night
Where: Omega base
Irene had gone to bed early that night, a dull pressure behind her eyes warning her of an impending battle between her subconscious and the future better than her foresight could have. It had been this way for weeks now. If it wasn’t the past, it was the future accosting her sight and forcing her to try and see something that was truly indeterminable. It was when she was drifting off into sleep that she felt herself become conscious again and forgot that she was sleeping.
She was immediately alarmed to find her arms immobile, wrists tied flat against each other. It was always with the same horror that she began to struggle, whimpers pouring through the gag in her mouth while she drowned in the panic, pleading before she knew what she was pleading for. This dream always started the same, with the same painful knowledge that she was trapped, that she perhaps had been trapped for hours by now, that she was back in the humiliating position of Vogel’s prisoner.
And as usual, she could see his face, the rage etched there. He was upset, but what about? She squirmed as her mind struggled to remember what it was she had done to upset him, what it was that needed to be said to get her out of this situation. She couldn’t see the future, not in her dreams. Her heart sank when he jerked her chin up, forced her to look at him.
“Been keeping secrets, pet?” His voice rang out coldly, drenching her in apprehension. She tried to voice her protests, tried to tell him that she didn’t know what she’d done, that she didn’t want to be kept like this. “Nothing to say?” his tone had a vicious edge to it. He was toying with her, he knew she couldn’t respond. A tremble passed through her as her mind picked out this familiar ploy: set a task, prevent her from being able to complete it, and then punish her for the failure he had created. He was trying to unhinge her again.
She heard the clang of the metal tub, heard the sloshing of water while her fingers picked halfheartedly at her bonds, knowing she couldn’t free herself but unable to stop from trying. “No, you’re not getting out of this.” He hissed in her ear, fingers finding hers and jerking her to her feet. She saw it coming as he took her head between his hands and shoved her face first into the bucket.
Suddenly it was a different world. A factory was spewing pollution into the air, tainting it and leaving a stale taste in her mouth. The earth was dry and the vegetation had all been starved out. A waterless world. Nothing was meant to live here, she was sure, nothing but those robots, the Sentinels.
“Didn’t see that coming, did you?” Vogel snarled as he yanked her back up and she sputtered and gasped in air. When she denied him a coherent response, she felt his hands forcing her face down again and she flailed to avoid having her oxygen cut off again, baser instincts telling her to struggle to survive.
Raven. Irene’s focus remained on her for a moment before being pulled to a hard faced woman with pale hair. But that had unmistakably been her Raven.. The battle around her caused Irene to squirm in her sleep, fingers itching to reach out and simply pluck her lover from this future, keep her safe and out of the way of harm that would undoubtedly befall her in such a melee. Her sight was pulled again to brilliant blue eyes that focused sharply, told a story of the suffering that had befallen their owner. And then nothing but storm clouds and lightning and a shrieking alarm that pulled Irene back into Vogel’s grasp.
He had been waiting for her struggles to begin to fail before pulling her back up again, fingers painful around her neck. “Talk.” He commanded. A garbled plea escaped her lips, unbidden, as the icy water ran in rivulets from her hair and down her face. “Think you can hide, hmm? Stay quiet forever?” His hand that covered the back of her neck squeezed painfully and without blinking, Irene knew there would be little finger shaped bruises behind her ear. She pushed against him to the best of her ability, tossing on her bed as she did so. Vogel smiled while her fingers clawed uselessly at the air and his body stifled her struggles, pressing her ribs into the rim of the metal bucket before forcing her face back into the icy water.
A dark haired woman obscured by shadows standing immobile, a man trying to help someone else while he looked at her in alarm. Irene had been in this small room forever and she didn’t have enough space to sleep, to do anything. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. “Move!” But the dark haired woman didn’t. The world around her was in upheaval, had become too mechanical. “They’re everywhere.” Irene said aloud, or perhaps it had been the other woman. Claustrophobia had long set in as she ran her fingernails over the etched words on the metal of the cell. In memory… in memory… in memory… Never in Irene’s memory had her skin begun to flake off like this.
When he finally let her up, the world was fading, and her muscles were weakly protesting while her lungs screamed for oxygen. She gasped in the air, spluttering when the water running down her face found its way to her mouth. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you.” He murmured in her ear, hot breath on her cheek almost welcome in comparison to the ice water that had started to seep down onto her shirt and down her chest.
Irene squeezed her eyes shut and wished fervently to wake up, that this was one of those dreams, that she could wake up and it would be over. She flinched in the real world every time he shoved her face into the water, just as her shrieks of protests manifested themselves as murmurs of discontent.
Vogel ran his fingers through her hair, smiling at the back of her head while she whimpered a protest and tried to free her head from his hands. “You understand now that I control you. Where you live. Who you see. What you eat. How you sleep. Which way you move your head.” To illustrate the point he forced her head between his palms to bob from left to right in a noncommittal motion. She strained her jaw against the gag, trying her best to fight him. He laughed at her effort. “When you breathe.”
A familiar face, or what would be a familiar face. Irene watched with alarm as the tiny brunette danced effortlessly through the air, supervising the incoming Sentinels. “Something’s wrong!” But what? Was she harming them or helping them? The lifting of a metal wall revealing severed body parts and smoldering carnage. Irene, or the girl she was, looked down in terror, recognizing people she knew amongst those remains. A tall thin man was pointing a gun directly at her before his finger moved on the trigger. Her breathing hitched and the sick feeling in her stomach made her drop the wall she had been holding up. All because of an emblem. “You’ll never win.” Someone spoke, the wall fell from her grasp, the trigger was pulled, and then nothing but an ever expanding, all encompassing blast of energy that jolted Irene awake.
She sat bolt upright, trying to force the cry back with her hands which clamped over her mouth as she sat there trembling and trying to gain a sense of herself again. No more of Vogel’s past tortures. No more of the jumbled future. Nothing but the present- a place Irene was more and more desperate to remain with night after night of nightmare.