The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

Flashbacks And Fantasies

Silence, darkness, cold. Those were the only things she really knew anymore. She couldn't say if she'd gone mad, what did she have to compare it to? She didn't know how long she'd been there, or where there even was. The others were of no help, she'd stopped trying to talk to them long ago. Just as their most recent addition had, they all fell silent in the end.

Since days and nights were of no consequence to any of them and time just rolled on, she spent her time fantasising, letting her mind wander through a vast abyss. She saw images, faces, scenery, but they were all blurred and marred by the passage of time.

Whether they were real or not, she didn't know but she puzzled through them anyway. The only things that kept her company in the dark and the cold. Cold, she remembered the cold was real but it was different, it was natural and felt like a part of her. She flourished in it, but she convinced herself many times that it was due to her present location.

The visions also brought with them pain, her chest ached for reasons she didn't want to rediscover. She forced her mind away before it could delve too deep; anything buried in her mind was pushed down for a reason, it would do her no good to dredge those things up.

Instead she thought about her future, when the world as she had known it would end and she could finally be free. It soothed her to know it was close, she would die soon and she accepted her fate. All of her pain and suffering would be over, there would finally be an end to the torment she and the others were existing in.

In the early time of her capture she fantasised about escaping, about saving the world or at the very least getting as many people as far away as possible from the impending doom. She had been stupid, naive and full of folly, over her time there she was taught to be realistic. They taught her to accept her fate and that's exactly what she did.

The bitter taste in her mouth pushed her back to her fantasy of death. She knew it was morbid but it would be a mercy for them, her and the others would welcome it with open arms. She could be happy again, she could wait for the people in her fantasies to join her and she would never have to suffer again.