Eawin dreams....
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Her hair was red. Red (purple) like roses after morning dew. Red like the blood that stains her skin, crimson on white. Red like the crater in her skull. Eawin's father (Regno) looks down, club in hand, sneering. His cold gray eyes squeek in their sockets as they turn to look upon his son. His newly borne, fresh out of the oven son. His blood covered, screaming, hour old son. He reaches down,
and Eawin (who is looking over his father's shoulder as he picks up his fresh out of the oven younger self) looks into his (Regno's) eyes as he is lifted aloft.
The voice that comes from his (Regno's, yes!) mouth is that which mutters to him in his head, the Red Lights.
Hello, Thorn. Welcome back into the world. See your mother? Yes, the one with the hole in her head. Isn't she gorgeous? Yes, YES! RedpurpleRedpurpleRedpurpleRedpurpleRedpurpleRed...
Eawin 1 and Eawin 2 both begin to weep, and the scene shifts. The figure holding the babe is no longer his father/Regno, but Ekeil Zarcroft. He smiles down at the baby, and Eawin 1 (the eldest) looks around. He is in that strange, peaceful meadow. Ekeil sets Baby Eawin onto that same bloodstained mattress (newly appeared, as well) and take out a saw from a mahogany case (where did that come from, Doctor?). He holds Eawin 2 down, and Eawin 1 falls to his knees. Zarcroft begins to slowly carve off the top of the wailing child's skull, producing a deafening, scratching cacophony. After taking a great portion of the bone away, he looks up and speaks with the voice of the Red Lights, whispering, shrieking all at once.
We're going to fix you, Eawin. See your Temporal lobe? Well, it controls your memories, but we already fixed that, now didn't we? Now. See this? He points to the Parietal lobe. This thingie-ma-jig controls your movements, perception and a whole wack of other important things. It is key that we don't mess with this, get me?
With that, Zarcroft's hands turn to large, black claws, and he plunges his inch-long nails into the lobe, seeping tar like liquid.
With a scream, Eawin awakes, and clutches his skull, the room around him shakes, and shadows flow around his eyes.
This.. can't.. be.. happeni- He jerks convulsively.
I am a good person.