Rey murmured softly when he started to wake up, shifting a bit in bed. He stretched once, then reached up to rub his eyes-hesitating when he felt his mask was back on his face.
"What the-??" He sat up quickly, blinking, and gasped when he saw he was back in the basement.
Oh God...oh God, this can't be happening. It's another bad dream, it's another nightmare...I shouldn't be here. My brain is tricking me, this is all a trick. Rey took deep breaths, closing his eyes, trying to calm himself down. Just relax, Rey. You know what's going on. Your brain is misfiring, you're not here. You're back in the hospital with Dave sleeping right next to your bed, you're safe and sound. Just calm down, remember, focus...
Rey opened his eyes again, but the room was still the same...red dirt floor, flat concrete walls, and cobwebbed bare bulb hanging from the ceiling. He turned his head to where the TV had been before, but it was gone...there wasn't so much as a track in the dirt. He stood from the bed, moving carefully across the room, and crouched to examine the wall where the cord had been before. This time, though there wasn't even sign that the cord had been...only flat wall, no drilled holes or anything. He ran a hand over it, wincing slightly at the coolness and smoothness. No signs of any kind of fill or anything. The hole, which MUST have been there before for the cord, had simply vanished.
He straightened, looking around a moment, wondering if there was any sort of newness to the room this time around, but before he could consider for too long, he heard creaking footsteps overhead, and looked up towards the ceiling, chewing his lip. Despite knowing who had been here the last time, he still called out. "Hello? Who's up there? Dave? Marcia? Anyone?"
The footsteps continued to move, slowly and heavily, and Rey glanced in the direction they were heading. He chewed his lip a bit, then hurried to the stairs, moving up them and towards the door, hoping that he would be able to get through the door if it came open. He stopped on the second step from the top, watching the door a bit apprehensively, shifting from one foot to the other.
After just a moment, the doorknob on the door rattled slightly, and Rey tensed some, readying himself in case it was someone dangerous. The knob rattled again, but still the door didn't open. Rey chewed his lip, remaining focused, staring at the knob, wondering whether he should try it, to see if it were unlocked, or-
A giant hand clamped over his mouth, and Rey let out an involuntary scream, jumping and trying to jerk away from the grip, but before he could, an arm snaked around his chest, pinning his arms and pulling him back against what felt like a massive torso. Rey thrashed wildly, trying to pull himself free, but when a deeply familiar chuckle came from the being behind him, he froze.
"Well, here you are again, Rey..." Kane's voice rumbled forth. "I was wondering when I would get to have my chance with you again."
Rey grunted and started struggling and kicking fiercely, trying to work himself free, but the stronger, larger man simply hoisted him up, flinging Rey over his shoulder and turning to carry him back down the stairs. "Let me go!" Rey yelled, pounding his fists into Kane's back, trying to pry himself loose. "Put me down, put me down right now! Let go of me!"
Kane simply ignored him, carrying him to the basement floor, towards the bed. Rey yelped when he was flung hard to the bed, bouncing off it from the sheer force, but he used the momentum of it to flip himself backwards, landing on his feet with the bed between him and Kane.
"Oh, what's the matter, little Rey?" Kane asked mockingly, a sneer evident across his face. "Don't you like being here with me? You're practically hurting my feelings."
"Stay away from me, Kane..." Rey shifted his weight slightly, prepared to run if the big man made a move towards him. "Shit...you're not even real...you're not real. This is just some freaky hallucination. I'm probably asleep right now and you're not even real..."
"If I'm not real, Rey, then I can't hurt you, can I?" Kane smirked, starting to saunter around the bed towards him. When Rey jumped back onto the bed, prepared to run back the other way, Kane merely laughed. "If I'm not real, you wouldn't be afraid of me."
"I'm not afraid of you..." Rey growled, raising his fists. "Not while I can still fight."
"Oh, is that the case, then?" Kane laughed again. "Well, if you're not scared, then I'm not doing my job. Maybe you shouldn't be able to fight, then." Kane seemed to narrow his eyes, and he swept a hand at Rey as though he were flinging something towards him.
"What are you AGHHH!!" Rey collapsed forward on his hands and knees on the bed at a sudden searing pain in his back, as though he'd been hit with a bat. He grunted some, quickly rolling back to his feet, rubbing one arm across his back as best he could, but he couldn't detect any damage other than a bit of soreness. Rey whipped around, looking for the source of the attack, but he saw nothing but the blank wall. He looked back at Kane in confusion, but he saw that the big man was sitting on the bed, arms folded, just watching him.
"Go ahead and run, Rey..." Kane said with a smirk. "I'll give you a head start."
Rey winced slightly, growling. "I'm not running from you!" He raised his fists again, running and jumping off the bed, kicking Kane square in the chest with both feet, knocking him backwards and off the bed, into the dirt. Rey started to raise to his feet, but as he stood, his knees suddenly buckled under him, sending him back to all fours on the bed. He gasped, trying again to get up, but before he could, his arms slipped out from under him, and he fell flat against the bed, eyes widening. He tried again to get up, but it was as though his body had suddenly stopped registering his commands...his arms and legs were completely unresponsive. It was hard just to draw in a breath. Rey gasped, trying to even raise his head, a spike of terror rising when even that simple act eluded him.
"Should've run, little Rey..." Kane's voice growled from somewhere above him, but Rey could barely get his eyes to focus in that direction...all he could see was the large man's body near him. He felt giant hands on his waist, and he was flung onto his back on the bed, limbs splaying limply, as Kane smirked down at him.
What did you do to me?? Rey wanted to demand, but nothing to that effect came from his mouth...the only sense that anything had even been done was a faint whine in his throat, his lips slightly parted but not closing or opening to follow his mental bidding.
"I paralyzed you," Kane chuckled, crawling onto the bed, hovering over Rey, staring down at him. "Isn't it obvious? You said that you weren't afraid of me while you could still fight. Well..." Kane gripped Rey's wrist, raising his arm slightly, then releasing it, watching it drop lifelessly to the blanket. "Now, you can't fight. Are you afraid of me, now, little Rey?"
No...hell no! Rey wanted to shout, but again, all he could manage was some sound in his throat. But even at the thought, he knew Kane wouldn't believe him...it was a struggle just to get air into his lungs, he couldn't move or fight...he was completely at the giant's mercy.
HOW did he do this to me??
Kane smirked again. "It's for me to know and you to find out, Rey. But I'll just say...I think I like you like this. Completely...utterly helpless." Kane reached over, picking up Rey's arm and watching it flop back down again. "Yes...if this is my job for eternity, I think I will enjoy it immensely."
This isn't real...Rey thought frantically, trying to fight, to squirm away, to do ANYTHING. This isn't real, it's a dream, a hallucination, that's the only explanation, the only way he could know, he could do this, he's not real, this is all a dream, this is a dream, a DREAM...
"You're not dreaming, Rey..." Kane said again, leaning down closer, near enough that Rey could feel the man's hot breath against his face. "This is all very, very real. Everything that you're feeling is real, everything I DO to you is real. Everything I'm GOING to do to you is real." Kane suddenly grabbed Rey's face and pulled him up so that they were sitting, almost nose to nose. "And there's not a damn thing you could ever do to stop me."
Rey managed another weak groan, but then he mentally shrieked when Kane suddenly crushed their mouths together, kissing Rey so hard that he felt his own lip suddenly split. He wanted to scream, to kick and punch and fight, to grab at the wound and try to stop the blood, but he couldn't do anything, not even close his eyes to keep from staring into Kane's...that dead, glaring white eye staring back at him, filled with...something dangerous. Something like hate, fury, but at the same time...with a malicious twinkle that said that Kane would take great pleasure in hurting him.
Rey was suddenly flung back against the bed, and he stared at the beast standing over him, feeling blood running down his face from his injured lip. Kane reached up and wiped at his own mouth, examining the red stains on his palm, grinning slightly at the sight. "Get used to this sight, Rey..." Kane said, reaching down and wiping up another handful of the blood, smearing it across Rey's face. "Get used to the feeling of pain and helplessness, get used to it all. Because this is your damnation, little Rey. You and I will be seeing each other this way forever."
