07-19-2023, 11:30 AM
When Cruz neared Camillia glared at him, but was all smiles again as she reached into her purse and pulled out another sticker, this time she tore it from the sheet like a stamp and licked the backing and pressed it hard to his cheek. She giggled and dashed off through the tent flaps and expected everyone to follow.
Shivers ran down his spine, there was a touch of dread on the air. He knew it wasn't from the scenery, though it didn't help that the air was palpable. Whatever was on that sticker now pressed to his skin was fast acting and the world felt like spinning. He wasn't going to complain completely -- the whole point of a rebellion was to do thing out of character right? At least that's what he told himself as the walls slowly spun.
The place was filled with nightmares, shapes and sounds that he'd dreamed somewhere. Whatever the space was was only worsened by the hallucegen Camillia had given him. He was feeling good, despite the dread that coursed through him. Unlike the P, the fear spurred the drug on, pushing it through his system. And when the face appeared in front of him Cruz screamed. He fled faster than he should have and stumbled on a part of the scenery tumbling to the ground ripping his jeans.
He stared at the blood on his knees like it was black ichor. The face dancing horribly in his face he hadn't escaped the torment of the coin. Tears streamed down his face, his heart raced.
Hands helped him up and he looked up to see the curious girl who'd drugged him with a bright smile and sparkling eyes full of pride. Whatever he'd done, she was happy with the results as she helped him out of the tent and back into the cold air of the night.
It hadn't been cold before, but covered in sweat and fear and floating on the clouds it was cold.
Camillia giggled. "You think he's ready?"
Cruz had no idea what she was asking. But he didn't care. He was happy to go along with anything at the moment.
Shivers ran down his spine, there was a touch of dread on the air. He knew it wasn't from the scenery, though it didn't help that the air was palpable. Whatever was on that sticker now pressed to his skin was fast acting and the world felt like spinning. He wasn't going to complain completely -- the whole point of a rebellion was to do thing out of character right? At least that's what he told himself as the walls slowly spun.
The place was filled with nightmares, shapes and sounds that he'd dreamed somewhere. Whatever the space was was only worsened by the hallucegen Camillia had given him. He was feeling good, despite the dread that coursed through him. Unlike the P, the fear spurred the drug on, pushing it through his system. And when the face appeared in front of him Cruz screamed. He fled faster than he should have and stumbled on a part of the scenery tumbling to the ground ripping his jeans.
He stared at the blood on his knees like it was black ichor. The face dancing horribly in his face he hadn't escaped the torment of the coin. Tears streamed down his face, his heart raced.
Hands helped him up and he looked up to see the curious girl who'd drugged him with a bright smile and sparkling eyes full of pride. Whatever he'd done, she was happy with the results as she helped him out of the tent and back into the cold air of the night.
It hadn't been cold before, but covered in sweat and fear and floating on the clouds it was cold.
Camillia giggled. "You think he's ready?"
Cruz had no idea what she was asking. But he didn't care. He was happy to go along with anything at the moment.