[url= https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/5024233] Marcus the Rat [/url] [hider=The Nightmare] [i]In Marcus’s nightmare he sees meadows. The Sun is about to set, the sky is red and the wind blows harshly to his face as he faces the hundred beasts that are running towards him and his sister. Their howls chill his bones and he knows that he must run, but he’s terrified by fear. His sister, Ella, tugs his jacket and yells “Marcus! We’ve gotta go!” The beasts are faster than any wild animal he’s ever seen, none of his gang could outrun them. Their red eyes and blood-tainted fangs get closer and closer until the first one leaps over him. They bite him, chew his arms and legs and Marcus screams in pain. Between the claws, fangs and beasts, he sees Ella, in her brown, dirty garbs. She’s so sweet and innocent, despite what they’ve had been doing to survive. Her black hair is plaited and around her neck, her sharp cheeks are wet from tears and her eyes are full of worry. And behind him a dark figure walks. Figure has a horrendous saw that he flings open like a razor knife. That is enough to make Marcus yell in rage. Suddenly he doesn’t feel the pain, wounds or anything. He tosses away the beasts, rips their maws open and dislocates them, breaks their claws and legs. The blood colors the plains red and he enjoys the smell, the taste, the power that he has. Suddenly he has a sword in his hand and he pierces through one beast, slices another’s belly, crashes his swords down to split one’s skull. Deadly dance continues and continues, until there are none left. Marcus has a feeling that he has forgotten something important. He notices countless bodies of a beast and one of a girl he doesn’t recognize. He has no time to ponder what he has forgotten. And if he forgot, could it be important anyway? So he walks towards the sunset. He has more prey to slaughter. He notices in the far distance a hundred more beasts howling. And now he feels no fear, but anger. He roars and runs towards the beasts just as the sun’s final rays say farewell and the sky reveals it’s hundred stars. [/i] [/hider] Marcus wakes up in discomfort. Between his eyes he sees stars. But as he blinks he recognizes that the sky is a roof and the stars are candles. He hears roaring. It takes him three seconds to realize he’s the one making this sound. He can’t remember what it was, fear, rage, cheer? He stops and takes a breath in. There is a myriad of smells that he finds… Familiar from somewhere. It reminds him of danger and rage, but he cannot remember why. Marcus then takes notice to the rustle around him. Screams, slamming, cries and violent banging. He turns his head and takes a notice to a blond bearded man grinning and hitting his head against the cot. There’s blood between his teeth. Marcus rose up a little and notices ten more cots with ten more patients violently shaking in their dreams. That wasn’t the only thing he noticed. There were beings ghoulish and humanoid, yet not human, crawling over the nightmare-cursed humans that seemingly were resting peacefully. Marcus rose to sit on his cot and noticed the beings around his resting place as well. He yelled and crawled backwards in confusion and terror until his back hit the wall. These beings on the floor didn’t make effort to come up on his bed and as Marcus looked further, they seemed small. He quickly got off from his bed and stomped on the floor and yelled at them to hide his fear, to scare him off. They disappeared as if understanding that Marcus was not an easy pray. He took a good look at the room now. Nobody else but the screaming patients in the vast hall of experiments, of blackboards with writing and patterns he didn’t understand and equipment, glass vials, tubes and such filled with substances he didn’t recognize. Though he could swear there was blood on some of the bottles… Was he one? Why was he here again? There was something important, a reason why he was here but he couldn’t remember it in that moment. He went through his thoughts. He was Marcus, he had no longer a gang, after that he had went to Black healing church… But he could think about that later. He noticed a way out, a huge wooden door and close to them a barrel full of weapons. Marcus took a swift sprint towards the barrels intending to grab a sword out of the barrels.