Hey guys, this is my first Inception story. The setting is post-movie. There will be no slash or romance in this story's future just to let anyone who is interested know. Hope you enjoy. Edited 12/7/2015
**I do not own Inception in any respect. Inception is the property of Warner Bros., a movie production directed by Christopher Nolan – it is not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this transformative work nor will any be sought. This fanfiction story is for entertainment purposes only**
… Prologue …
They were trapped in a building. The door had been barricaded but wasn't holding. They didn't mind though, because the kick was coming… it was coming. The team had successfully retrieved the information required by the employer and would ride the multiple kicks up through the three levels of collapsing dream.
Bullets were raining down on the warehouse splintering wood, shattering windows, and meeting their end as they became lodged within any object before them. Above the consistent onslaught of bullets, the screams and shouts of the men, better yet - the demented subconscious projections of the mark who wanted nothing more than to have the intruders within his grasp – resonated through the air.
The door's barricade was further weakening; the projections would soon gain entrance.
*Pound… Pound… Pound…*
The consistent rhythm sounding as the gong of death.
But it was okay… the kick was coming. If they could hold steady a few more moments, just wait it out, survival would not be just a dream.
The music had begun approximately 7 minutes ago and had been steadily getting louder. Cobb appeared up-tight, all of his muscles tense and his hands fisted down at his sides. His lips were pulled into a grimace. He hadn't muttered a word since himself, Eames, and Arthur had entered the building. No one had.
Eames, however on the other hand, was completely relaxed. He didn't even seem to notice that the subconscious projections were closer and closer to entering the safe haven. As if he didn't care because it didn't matter one way or another. If they entered, it would be after the team was gone. If they never entered, then still, the team would be safe.
Arthur, true to his nature, was standing near the door, hidden: gun at the ready. He had already calculated and prepared for the scenario that the kick didn't come until after the subconscious psychos made it past the threshold. For Arthur knew the consequences of him, Cobb, or Eames getting captured. This mark's subconscious was not an ordinary subconscious. It was not ordinarily dangerous. It was not even simply trained against extractors. This mind that the team delved within, undeniably belonged to the most evil and demented force of existence.
'And we are in the middle of it' was a line that Arthur could not stop from repeating within his head during the job. Arthur knew the risks, every single one. Cobb as well, though perhaps not the same extent. Eames... Eames was told, warned, but what he knew and remembered and regarded were all very different notions. Why was the team here? Because the second piece of information, which they all knew with certainty, was how big the payoff would be… for Cobb. That is why Arthur focused all of his energy on making the mission a success.
The kick was coming… it was coming. They were going to be rid of this nightmare; the kick was going to carry them all to safety.
Too bad the kick never came for Arthur…
…Prologue End …
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