Raizon: The Following (Updates Friday's)

Wake | 8

CH 8

----PART TWO----

PRESENT

The scene faded into view and it was blinding. White as far as the eyes could see; forever expanding with no end. It was a stark contrast from the black void that his previous dream had been. This one had no water, like the other. However, there was a constant humidity to it- this one not so warm and welcoming.

I stood, staring into the white, unable to gauge up from down. I felt as though I was floating but when I moved my feet they made solid contact with a surface that held me where I was. Yet there was a disorienting feeling of zero gravity like maybe I was underwater. I took a breath, able to fill my lungs and finding that I really wasn't where I felt I was. It was a strange feeling, being weightless but held down to a surface.

I took a step forward, and then another until I was walking in a single direction without knowing my destination. The white made my head hurt, too bright for comfort, too cold and unnerving to be comfortable here. The feeling from before... the thing speaking to me... it was silent now as I made my way forwards into nothingness. Had that been nothing but a dream too? A dream without meaning, just another false reality?

Something appeared in the distance. It looked red from where I was but I could feel the agony coming from it. The sheer and piercing loneliness and pain it was in rocked me to my core, making my stomach do backflips. I walked towards it, feeling apprehensive and ready to bolt. But as I was flooded with emotions that were not my own I soon found myself running, then sprinting to get to the red dot in the distance. It seemed to get farther away as I approached it, and as it did I become more frantic and panicked.

I needed to get to it, and I didn't know why. Knowing was irrelevant, I decided as I felt the tears stream down my face. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong. These emotions were not my own but I felt them all the same. The strong desire to ease this pain was surfacing. I needed to help them. The dot in the distance was in pain and they needed me badly.

I ran and ran but the dot only faded farther and farther away. I reached a hand outwards in a feeble attempt to catch it. And that's when it all stopped. I was no longer running or crying. Instead, I was standing, my hand reached outwards towards nothing. Slowly, my hand fell, and with it so did my head.

There in front of me was a pool of blood with one white-haired person kneeling over it. The same nearly iridescent white hair I had seen earlier. Pale skin was splashed red with blood and white hair was matted and dirty. R-7 was shaking, hunched over on their knees crying, sobbing into the blood below them. Was this their blood?

"H-hey..." I found myself saying, reaching out to touch them.

R-7 flinched away and growled, whirling around with furious red eyes that immediately softened when they saw me. Tears poured down their cheeks as their face turned from one of a threatening scowl to sadness. "Adam," They cried out now. "Adam, my adam," They sobbed, grabbing onto my waist and burying their face into my stomach while still on their knees.

"Adam? R-7 are you-"

"Don't call me that! I'm not R-7, I do not have a name! Adam... Eleven... Mikael... you never gave me one," they cried, gripping my shirt tightly.

"I don't even know who you are or where we are or-"

R-7 stood and grabbed my face, smearing the blood all over their hands and arms onto me. "Name me," They told me, red eyes boring into my own like hot steel.

"Name you? Can't I just call you R-7?"

"Is that what you want?" they asked me.

"No? Yes? I don't know anything! Can't you name yourself?" I was beyond confused.