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Serevain:
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.
Serevain:
Eawin lies in his cot, snug as a bug, and looks around, reverie not yet claiming him. After a good ten minute, he begins to note a crack in the wall. It is endless in depth, and there seems to be a faint glimmer of light inside of it.
Fascinated, Eawin creeps closer. He puts his eyes to the crack.
On the other side of this mysterious crevice, he sees the golden fields of his subconscious, a distant figure in the difference.
It takes a staggering step forward, and Eawin can see it is oblong in shape.
Clomp. Swwwiiish. Clomp. Swwiiish...
After a good ten (hours) minutes of viewing, it is in plain eyesight, the fading sunlight casting it in half illumination.
It is the Red Lights.
Its head (Cinnia?) is from a mutilated deer. It is looking down. Its human arms hang limp, and Eawin can recognize the rest: The body of Cinnia Woelful. He blinks, and finds himself in the field with it.
Slowly, the head turns up; its eyes are black, dead, and its cheeks are torn into a gruesome, jagged smile.
Making people mutilate animals is bad Eawin.
Eawin cowers in the sunlight, which fades into twilight with shocking speed. In the coming darkness, it steps forward.
Bad.
Bad.
Bad.
Bad.
Bad.
It holds up one cold, pale arm, and reaches towards him, the distance between them now a few scant feet.
Don't you want to watch me have a bath?
A small cut begins to form at the base of the human neck, and it rips down its torso. The chest cavity explodes, and from it the rest of the deer, grotesquely undersized, joins its head. Its misshapen form scrabbles with tiny legs, and it works its slow way to the gorey pile.
It begins to eat.
Serevain:
The Good Doctor Zarcroft scribbles something in his notebook, and puts it under his arm, holding his hands together in front of him.
Eawin, you tried to kill Vladimir Kaiser.
No, Doctor.
Vladimir Kaiser is in confused.
Yes, Doctor.
You have payed for your crimes.
Yes, Doctor.
The device sends yet another stroke of electricity through Eawin's body.
After Eawin stops twitching, Zarcroft speaks once more.
You have payed for your crimes.
What crimes, Doctor?
Eawin smiles.
Serevain:
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Eawin stares at the ceiling, and his eyes track the next drop in line as it forms and takes its leap. His eyes trace lines across the walls that leave jagged silhouettes on his retinas. He smiles.
His own voice has changed. He is the Red Lights.
See how your world is what has been told to you, RedpurpleRed- Yes, Eawin. We are the Red Lights. You are our possession. Our tool in the Core. You are meant for greatness. Many have come before you, and see how they are destroyed by those that had you captivated for so-
Eawin jerks, his nervous system alight with implanted agony.
I was never in jail. I do not know Vladimir Kaiser.
He twitches, recovering from the mental assault of the thought control.
He speaks to the resonant stone walls, his voice inconsistant.
I am.
NO!
A good.
A BAD person, an OBJECT! You are OURS! OURS!
Person.
Eawin smiles, and he rolls over in his cot. Snug as a bug.
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