Dreams

Sleep is not something that comes easily when the world around you is tattered, worn, and dark. When the mental conditioning that all gatherers go through wares off it strains the mind almost to the point of madness.

Most Big Sisters were unstable, unpredictable, and highly dangerous. a powder keg that could be set off with the tiniest of sparks. with Subject Omega it was even more so. When a 13 year old child who has only seen the glistening golden halls of paradise is suddenly and violently plunged into a world of chaos, bloodshed, and carnage, it is extremely traumatizing. Forcing them to run, to fight, to kill. The outcome was the creation of Raptures new Gatekeepers. The perfect weapons, and guardians the world had never seen.

As the unconscious form of the Teenage Protector lay in the bed his mind was flooded with images. Memories of people he had killed, little ones he had protected, and sisters he had come to respect were flashing in his head. It was true that when he was first indoctrinated into the protector program he had felt angry, separated, and ultimately alone. Though he was surrounded by other protectors and gatherers, he felt so distant from them.

He couldn't trust the Big Sisters because they simply couldn't trust him. They didn't understand him, what he was, where he had come from, and why he was the only one of his kind. It was Doctor Lamb, their mother that brought them closer. Through weekly psychiatric sessions he, and the Big Sisters had come to understand each other. To grow as a team, and as a family. Soon the memories faded into nothingness.

It was dark now and something was strange, Omega found himself standing on a massive cliff overlooking a giant flooded room. He could feel air brushing past him, and a million tiny dim lights dotted an endlessly high ceiling. Omega didn't understand where he was, what he was looking at. It was all so strange, so foreign, so unbelievable. In the large mass of water off in the distance he could make out the faint glow of a light, and it was getting closer.

The air was now violently blowing in all directions, and large dark grey things blocked out the tiny lights of the tall ceiling. That's when he noticed the light wasn't getting closer to him. He was getting closer to the light. Faster, and faster he was speeding towards the distant glow with immense speed. The closer he got to the light the more he could make out a structure underneath it.

As the now giant tower sped towards him he lifted his arms to brace for impact, when he stopped suddenly. Now standing in front of a large pair of doors with intricate design patterns, and shiny brass fittings. Seeing that the only option was to enter he slowly began to open the massive doors. he stepped inside the completely light-less room, as he did the door behind him closed sealing him inside with the darkness.

His heart began to beat and he began to sweat, breathing in short fast pants he came to the realization of a long forgotten fact. Subject Omega was Terrified of the dark, not simply any kind of dark either. This Darkness was a kind he had felt only once before in his life. This Darkness was cold, and hungry. Surrounding him so completely it was as if the black void had seeped into his very soul.

There was no light, no sense of direction, and a silence so overwhelming he could hear the blood being pumped through his neck. It felt As if the Darkness itself was alive feeding off of the fear, anguish, and panic of the Protector sucking the very life right out of him. Until a bright light appeared in his vision. Blinding at first, he tried to blink but realized his eyelids were being forced open.

Omega was staring at a TV lying on his back. He could hear the various buzzings, hums, and beeps of operating equipment. Managing to loosen the strap on his forehead that held him in place he looked over his chest towards his feet. On the opposite wall from him was a large rectangialer mirror. In the reflection he could see his younger self, his head was shaved, and he could see tear streaks on his face leading from his bright glowing yellow eyes.

Omega remembered this moment as he was sure all protectors did. It was when they received the various augmentations that made them so adept for killing. He was in the process of becoming a Protector, and if he recalled correctly this procedure FUCKING HURT!

Omega struggled desperately to escape, he noticed Doctors had surrounded him by this point. His attempts were in vein, if the straps could hold down a thrashing Big Daddy what chance could a boy possibly have? As the Various Doctors started inserting their scalpels into his arms, legs, and torso he began to lose consciousness. The last thing he saw was a doctor lowering a machine with blades on it to his throat, before he lost himself once again in limbo.

Omega shot out of bed and landed in combat stance baring his sharp K-9's, he could have swore he heard something. When he finally came to his senses he began to cautiously lower his ADAM syringe. surveying his temporary living quarters he could smell a strange but familiar scent. He couldn't remember where or what from, but still never the less it was familiar, a sort of sweet scent. finding no threats present, with a sigh he began the tedious process of re-applying his oxygen tanks, cage, and most importantly his helmet. He was sick of the place, and he wished he hadn't slept at all.

Because he felt even worse then before, this put him in a VERY bad mood. he would wager he hadn't gained more than an hours worth of sleep. The now pissed Protector moved the large dresser out of the way of the exit, and decided it was time for something to die! as he lept from the second story of the apartment building and began walking, and pondering his wicked dream completely unaware he was being watched very closely. he remembered the small security turret he had placed in the corner of the room he had occupied. Oh well it would make for a nice surprise if anyone happened across the cozy little nook.

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