_ later that night _
Faintly a voice called out in the darkness, so quiet and weak, no human could hear.
But he came.
And she called again, still unsure of this reality.
She didn't know how long she had slept. It felt like days have passed, but it could very well have only been minutes. Her lips were parched, dry, and cracked. Something cold was pressed to them and cold liquid trickled into her parted lips. Her body ached. Her heart beat slowly, faintly. The sheet on top of her felt as though it was made of lead and the mattress beneath her felt as hard as steel. Her eyes, she could not open, and when she took a breath, a pain ripped through her body. She flinched as through struck.
A hand touched her cheek.
"I know." Something inhuman whispered. Images filled her head. She saw no sunlight, just darkness. There were weapons. Guns shot impossible amounts of rounds. Flesh being torn apart. Limp bodies fell to the cold earth beneath them. And blood. So much blood. 'What do you know?' she thought. She saw past images of the lives that have met their end at her hands.
These were her dreams… 'I know the secret that you hide.' Such a dark voice… She should be afraid, she should be screaming, she should be running. Every instinct in her told her to get away from the creature that spoke those words. But, under that feeling, she felt an uneasy calmness. Then it spoke again, this time sending chills down her spine, 'I ripped it from your mind.'
Her dreams, or whatever these hallucinations in her head where, continued to intensify. She saw the repercussions of years of commands to execute, using the unworldly being as an axe.
She saw elevator doors. When they parted slightly they revealed a thin strip of light. White gloved hands parted the doors the rest of the way and in the center stood a menacing figure, covered in blood from head to foot. So much it was dripping off him. Bodies of fallen police surrounded him.
She saw a massive vessel, a tangle of twisted metal and flames that reached the heavens. Bodies littered the deck and a malicious figured grasped a custom made muzzleloader, driven into the heart of a creature of sin.
And when the images became so unbearable that she couldn't take it anymore, she let out a blood curdling scream and blacked out once again.
This time she dreamt deep dreams; ones that, upon waking, only left her with a faint, distant feeling but no memory of what they were about. This feeling was one of safety and calm.