Thread: A Dream Within A Dream (Captain Brandeau x Sketchyequine)

Isolation of the mind was one of the cruelest forms of torture. Emmaline had truly been isolated. The woman was strapped to a cot even as she screamed for them to stop. Her cheeks streamed with tears as she fought with everything she had not to be laid down like this again, but there were just too many of them. Stop! Don't do this! Let me go home! I won't tell anyone about this place! She screamed at the nurses as they tightened her constraints. At this point, her sobs raked through her entire bone thin body. Emma was desperate. They had done this to her time and time again, and not once had she been able to stop them no matter how hard she always tried. Whenever they chained her down like this, they would flush her body with chemicals until she fell into a medically induced coma. From there, she was her own company- trapped in the void of her own mind. You would think being in your own imagination all the time would be heavenly. Dreams were an invited escape from reality for most people, yet Emmaline Jewel felt more trapped in her dream world than she had ever felt while she was awake. She'd spent countless hours in induced comas, and in all that time she had never been able to even remotely feign the existence of another person in her dreams. She was always alone and depressed. While should could make her surrounding or her attire anything the mind could think up, she never saw another living creature. The human spirit requires the company of other people in order to remain healthy. Too much time alone drained the soul of good and bad people alike. Emmas spirit was fading. It was no more than a translucent mist anymore as she held onto any last ounce of hope for a better life. Eventually she gave up fighting and laid there limply as they hooked her up to the drip IV for the upteenth time. Tears rolled helplessly down her cheeks as she stared upward at the fluorescent light up above. It only took seconds for her body to begin to feel weak. Within minutes, she slipped into the void of her subconscious as her body was wheeled into a storage room for safe keeping. You see, Emma was basically a science fair project. They would subject her body to countless tests just to get new products on the market. The rich people were consumers on the highest level, buying anything and everything that might offer them an ounce of satisfaction just because they could. These experiments had left Emmaline sick, weak, and so thin that if someone grabbed onto her, they could feel every bone in her torso. In her dreams, Emma could go back to being what she had once been. She was healthy, energized, and had the luscious curves of a down town show girl. She had been so beautiful once, but of course she never knew it until circumstance made her ugly with disease. While she could not conjure up other people, she could Ignacio's her own health and wallow in just depression instead of depression and malnourishment. In her dream, Emma weaved between the trees in a dress that flowed in the wind. She looked and felt like an angel. If only she had someone to watch over perhaps then she would have purpose in her life. Her dainty hands slide over the rough tree bark with took in the sensation. She was asleep again, and who knew how long she would be there, so she might as well stop and smell the roses. It was only then that she heard the snap. Her blue eyes shot over to where the sound had come from, and that was when she saw him. A man. there was a man. Emma turned towards him and called out to him with everything she had, but her voice failed her and not even a squeak slipped between her lips. She tried to scream and yell and get him to notice her, but all she could do was stand there like a deer in the headlights. Her blonde hair blew before her eyes for only a moment, blocking her vision of the man for a split second, but as soon as the tendril fell- the man was gone. Sasha Smith's alarm buzzed loudly within the confines of her small studio apartment in the slums. The only light in the room shone from a dirty bulb on a busted up floor lamp in the corner. Sasha reached over and smacked the off button on the top of the clock and rolled onto her back, rubbing at her chocolate brown eyes. Her black hair laid in in a puddle on the dingy pillow around her head. As she stretched, the Latino woman felt her leg bump up against another bare leg beside her. All in an instant, her hangover seemed to vanish. Who the hell? She whispered to herself as the realization she was stark naked under those sheets came into the light. Who ever was next to her had fucked her the night prior. She could feel it in her loins. Sasha had gotten very very drunk the night prior with a friend of hers in need. They had hit up a few bars in this dirty underground city, drank way too much hard liquor, and danced around until their feet went numb. The last thing Sasha could remember was sipping a shot out of his navel as the bartender egged them on as if they were a couple. After that everything was fuzzy, but quite obviously she had caught someones attention. Sasha was known to attract a lot of attention when she went out. She was strong, lean, and tan. There weren't a whole lot of tan people down here in a world that never saw the sun. Men were drawn to her, but Sasha kept her legs closed at least for the most part. Every once and awhile she slipped up, had a one night stand, and got back on her feet the next day. That was exactly what she intended to do this time. Holding the blanket over her breasts, Sasha rolled over to the man, ready to wake him up and kick him out. She didn't have time to deal with squatters. That's when her eyes fell upon the familiar face just as his eyes fluttered open. Holy fuck. Alexander?!