A Whisper In The Wind

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~~~POV George~~~

Life is funny. It's a living hell hole. And when you have an easy way out... you don't take it. Even though you really want to. You know that it isn't the right thing to do. 

This is exactly what happened when the arrow flew at my chest. The only problem? The arrow wouldn't kill me even if I wanted it to. Thats the sad thing about hallucinations.

Instead of the arrow puncturing my chest. Much like it did in my brain a day or so ago. It flies right through me. Dissolving back into the mysteries of the world. The shadowy figure mimicking the arrow and dissolving as well. My legs buckle and cause me to collapse to the floor. There are a multitude of reasons that explain why my body gave up on me. Some of those reasons being things like mental and physical exhaustion, along with lack of food and water. 

Eyelids growing heavy I struggled against the will to embrace sleep. Its not that I didn't want to sleep, because if I said that, it would be a blunt lie. I am just weary of the unknown. If sleep were to take over now, who knows what would happen to me. I'm in an unsheltered area, with a traitor who is no doubt willing to kill anyone they cross paths with, and someone who might still be hunting me because of their loss. 

My hands gradually start to tingle. At first it tickled but now it feels numb. My whole body feels numb. Maybe sleep wouldn't be the worst thing. If someone wanted to kill me they can go ahead. I'm done. What's the point anymore. 

And with that unconsciousness wriggles it way in and submerges me under. 

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This time there is no bright light. There is no white room. No tables. No flowers or tree. And saddest of all? There is no Dream. 

This time it is just me surrounded by black. It doesn't even form the shape of a room. There is no smell here either. When I say it is just the dark abyss. I mean it. I could walk forever and end up nowhere. 

"He's going and killing everyone. He's out for blood. Just not the right blood." The voices come from all around me. 

"Well then we need to push him in the right direction." 

"He doesn't care!" It sounds like a women. She has a soft and tender voice, but has hints of firmness in it. Unwavering when raising their voice. 

"Then make him care!" Opposite of the other, this person has a stern and rough voice. Raspy when raising it. "How is our traitor doing?" Are they talking about us?

"Still alive. He and the spy are teamed up. I'm starting to think we should have wiped the spy's memory too." She clears her throat. "We also believe that the extra injection linked him with the other male." My interests are peaked. 

"So it worked?" Their voice no longer stern but calm instead.

"Yes sir." 

"Alright. That will be all. I expect an update at the end of the day."

"Yes sir." She keeps her voice low. 

"Wait. Marley?" The name sounds familiar. But I just can't remember where from.

"Yes?"