Night Terrors

A distant scream, muffled by walls and shouts

Her eyes darted about the room, there was a bright light directly above shining down, more intense then staring directly into the sun. On either side two men in blue lab coats, their hands gloved, and their face covered with mask. Her mind races as she struggles against the bonds, though a quick glance would show there were no bonds at all.

The sound of a drill echoed against the walls

Intense pain, shooting horrible pain, she could not see, she was blind, what had they done? Her face was covered in blood. Her face covered in a cloth like bandage, the agonizing pain would not stop though. Her ears would not stop ringing with all those mechanical sounds. She felt at her face and could only feel the blood-soaked bandages.

Light, just barely visible through the cloth, the sound of scissors cutting away at layer after layer. Slowly the weight of the fabric started to fall from her head onto the floor below. As the bandages fell away a mirror stood before her. Those were her eyes, but were they? What eyes stared back at her?

“Fae, Arcane, deception, reconnaissance” a voice echoed in her head, a throbbing pain against the back of her neck

The screams, again, the masked men surrounding her

The world seemed to come to a stop as she heard them speak “Count backwards from 10” and as she did the world seemed to get hazier and hazier. Upon waking it was like an anvil sat upon her chest, countless machines beeped and whistled and chirped. She was restrained and could not move. Others watched carefully taking notes

Splash

There in this tank of water, but she could breathe as if she walked the land, her eyes cut through the haze as she focused on her target. A legion soldier working on some manner of corruption. With surprising speed, she was upon him, their gazes met, and he was locked in an eternal slumber from which there would be no escape. Endless torture in his own mind, but locked away, safe to slit his throat.

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The druidess shot out of bed; her whole body covered in sweat. Her heart was racing as if she had just run a marathon. She simply began to weep rubbing at her eyes that were hers, but they were not. She took in each breath knowing that her lungs were her own but at the same time they were not. The voices echoed again and again, but the screaming had never been hers.

The pain had always been welcomed, accepted, like a pact with the devil. Closing her eyes again her mind dwelled to the orders she had given the research division, to enhance her form so that she could more easily engage the forces of the legion.