Author's Note:
You guys probably don't want to hear my excuses for not updating in so long so I won't give you any, cause I'm hoping you are all eager for the chapter :)
Read on!
She couldn't sleep. As usual she's left staring into the dark, her eyes trailing after shadows that seem to pulse and dance with life, her exhausted brain sending splashes of color across her mind's eye, tempting her to go probing through the snoozing munk's dreams and memories.
And boy was it tempting.
Brittany knew that they had done something to him, to them, and it was all buried deep within Alvin's unconscious mind.
And she's the only one who could do it.
The familiar tickle of invisible hands weave through her mind, reaching out through the dark, hopelessly flailing about in search of his mind.
She feels a slight pull at her temples and sucks in a sharp gasp as she's plunged headfirst into a nightmare.
He lays shaking upon the table, leather straps pinning his arms and legs down snuggly, the table is the only thing that can be seen, the circle of candles dancing silently around him.
"Is it almost done? You said it wouldn't take long..." Brittany's head whips up as Alvin's ears arch back like an angered cat, and she knew that if his mouth wasn't sown shut he would've been cursing the man out.
Chris' blond tresses glow a soft white in the orange light of the candles, a heavy dark robe the shade of dried blood pooling upon the tile as he glides across the room towards the table, pushing a heavy sleeve up to his elbow as he reaches a hand out to touch the wooden table.
"We were not prepared with his struggle, you said he would accept the burden of the creature yet he seems so against the mere idea of participating in the ritual, we had to use force to keep him down," A woman with a similar robe melts into view, a small tight smile graces her lips as dozens of more figures also dressed alike fade into existence.
Brittany bites her bottom lip, her heart hammering in her ears as she tries to resist the urge to step out into the circle of orange light.
"He'll do, you know he will, he's so like the god..."
God?! What the hell...Brittany frowns, inching closer as Alvin's paws clench into fists, the veins along his arms straining beneath his unmarked skin...he doesn't have stitches.
"He is indeed, but our god is not well known...if he does not believe nor accept the power he will die, and we'll have no choice but to gather the others," The woman speaks again and Brittany watches in horror as she withdraws a needle and a spool of thin wire, the needle itself glows bright red, like it's been held over a fire, yet the woman acts as if it's a normal needle.
Alvin had gone completely still, his paws lay limp off the side of the table, his chest heaving as his eyes drift towards the woman, Brittany steps closer, trying in vain to his expression clearly in the dull orange candle light.
The chipette steps out into the light and waits, holding her breath as the woman steps up next to the table, chanting softly to herself as she positions the needle over the munk's heart, Brittany opens her mouth in alarm as she plunges the point into his skin.
Alvin thrashes against the leather, muffled screams straining against the stitches marring his lips as his struggle causes the table to rock on it's four legs, a few of the hooded people step forward to hold the table in place as the woman pushes the needle deeper.
"STOP! YOU'RE HURTING HIM!" Brittany throws herself at the woman and gasps in alarm as she slips right through her, coming face to face with Alvin.
His eyes stare up at her as he continues to thrash, the woman's strange chant breathing down her neck as she stares into the dark inky depths of his eyes...no trace of gold nor white left behind as the red light spreads out across his chest, the stitches across his mouth begin to turn red as well and they snap.
His screams drown out the chanting.
Something hard smacks against her side and she jerks awake with a strangled cry as a scorching paw clamps over her mouth, muffling the sound, a pair of glowing orbs peer down at her through the twinkling graying light that has filled the room.
The dark figure has her pinned, one hand clamped snuggly over her mouth, the other holds her injured wrists together above her head, the stranger straddles her stomach.
"Probing around in dreams isn't nice, you could cause some great danger if you don't know what you're doing. You don't want to hurt him further do you?" The dark creature purrs softly, the voice sounds sickeningly familiar and Brittany struggles against their hold, hissing into their palm as her wrists scream at her.
"If you wake him I will shove you back into his mind and then rip you back out, he'll be instantly turned into a helpless little zombie...and we don't want that," The voice belongs to a female, and it's Brittany's.
"Ah you know who I am? Good, then you won't make a sound," The shadow cloaked Brittany withdraws her paw and places it on the floor to keep her body weight off the other girl's stomach, "You must listen to me...I am only a dream, you're still sleeping, but you MUST listen. Everything you know, everything you think you've been through, is a lie, there's a reason why you were placed into an asylum Brittany. The deaths of your sisters was fake, they merely needed a reason to get to you again,"
Brittany's chest aches and she can't fight back the hot tears as they stream down the sides of her temples, "T-they're alive?" she whispers, her heart heavy.
"Yes, they are, but that's not the reason I'm here. You have a power that is beyond comprehension Brittany, they placed something...otherworldly in you and Alvin, something that shouldn't be here in the first place, you have to get it out. Kill it, it's too strong for him..." the dream chipette's voice wavers, fading a little around the edges as her grip tightens on Brittany's wrists, causing her to flinch at the sting of pain.
"It'll kill him, and only you can stop it, you can end all this,"
"How?" Brittany whispers as her dream self smiles, leaning down to whisper in her ear as the room begins to evaporate.
"Britt? Brittany wake up!" Her eyes snap open and she flinches in surprise as his eyes widen and relief washes over his face, "Thank goodness, I thought you passed out o-or..." He shakes his head firmly and slowly pulls his paws away from her shoulders.
"We should get moving, I keep hearing people a floor above us, they only have some video footage of us escaping but it was enough to get them started..." His voice trails off as he notices the expression upon the chipette's face, he reaches out a paw and gently brushes his fingers against her cheek.
Brittany's gaze snaps to his and he stiffens under her azure eyes, "Let's go, I want to get out of here," Her voice is solid, tight. Her body is tight as a spring and he can't feel the familiar but faint tug of pain in his wrists. But what worries him most is that...
Her eyes are lifeless.
Lots of skips and probably a lot of confusion. If you're confused read this!
Brittany has the power to jump into people's minds, and she was so curious as to why Alvin is like he is that she probed into his mind and stumbled upon how he was made into this stitched up 'monster'. They put some sort of power, not belonging to Earth, inside him, the Robed Peeps claimed it to be a 'god' Chris doesn't really care what it is so long as he can make money off it.
And the Dream Britt is basically part of her Mind Powers, it's a hyper aware part of her brain that is and isn't really there.
Kind of confusing I know. But it sounds cool doesn't it? -u-
More will be revealed in the next chapter!
Also this story is almost over
Yay!
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