Awakening – Prologue
Think back to the beginning…
“Every time the dream is the same. I’m standing in the middle of a plaza. I’m wearing a suit. I speak, quite a lot, though I can only remember one phrase: It is purpose that drives us! After that there’s just a blur. But the dream carries on. I’m once again in a suit, but this time I’m standing in the middle of a white corridor. I’m surrounded by many men in suits. Once again I can only remember one phrase: The best part about being me…Is there’s so many of me! The dream then changes once again. This time I’m standing on a road. It’s raining. This time I’m surrounded by thousands of men in suits. Then I wake up. So tell me…what’s wrong with me?” Scott was sitting on a chair across from another man, who was scribbling notes down on a piece of paper.
Dr. Wall replied “It is hard to say. Have you had any problems in real life lately?”
“Aside from this world doesn’t seem real to me anymore? Not really. Works just as dull as always. I’ve been tired” Scott explained.
“Doesn’t seem real? Please explain.” The Doctor seemed worried at Scott’s last comment.
“I can’t explain. It’s like I’ll look out of the window and what I see outside doesn’t seem real. It’s like I’m watching a TV show. The world seems so false!”
“Well it sounds to me like you’re strongly against commercialism.” The Doctor chuckled. Scott managed a laugh too although it was faked. “As for your dream…You said work is dull. Perhaps the suits are your subconscious’ way of saying every day is the same. And for the sleep, I’ll prescribe you some sleeping pills. Nothing too strong. Just a little help. I’ll see you same time next week.
“Okay Doctor. Thanks for the help.” They shook hands, and Scott left.
He walked out of the building and walked down the street. He needed to go to the subway, to get back to his home in the slums. Midian wasn’t exactly an ideal home, but it was all he could afford. He would much prefer to live somewhere like this. Historic District had an old feel about it but it was very scenic. He was approaching the subway when to his right he saw a man being chased into an alleyway. Scott would usually ignore this but curiosity had gotten hold of him. He ran to the alleyway to see what was going on, and to see if he could help. The man who was being chased had stopped now and was surrounded by the three who had followed him. The man was wearing a trench coat, and a bandana. The other three were members of the local gang. They called themselves the “Vipers” or the “Adders” or something equally stupid that Scott couldn’t be bothered to think of. “Hey! Leave him alone!” Scott shouted rather daringly. However, it appeared the man in the trench coat needed no help at all. He landed a kick to the face of one of them, who went flying into a wall. It sounded like his neck broke on impact. Scott gasped as the man ran up a wall, and then landed a kick to one of the other two gang members. This one seemed to have also snapped the neck. Then finally the trenched man delivered a flurry of punches to the body of the last gang member, at a speed so fast Scott could not even see the fists. A moment later, he was the only man standing. “How did you…You killed those men!”
“Did he really?” a voice from behind Scott replied. Scott turned to face a rather odd looking man. He had purple hair, a nose ring, and strange tattoos on his face. It was quite ironic that he was wearing a black suit. Just like the one in Scott’s dream. Scott turned back around to face the man who had killed those other three men, but he had disappeared.
“Where did he go?! And who…who are you?! Of course he killed those men! I saw it with my own eyes!” Scott was angry at this man. How could he ask such a question when Scott had just seen the evidence for himself. The man had murdered, though not totally unprovoked, those three gang members, and now he had disappeared. Probably on the run.
The man smiled at Scott. He held out his hand. “That man slipped away while you weren’t looking. The names Sonaro by the way.”
Think back to the beginning…
“Every time the dream is the same. I’m standing in the middle of a plaza. I’m wearing a suit. I speak, quite a lot, though I can only remember one phrase: It is purpose that drives us! After that there’s just a blur. But the dream carries on. I’m once again in a suit, but this time I’m standing in the middle of a white corridor. I’m surrounded by many men in suits. Once again I can only remember one phrase: The best part about being me…Is there’s so many of me! The dream then changes once again. This time I’m standing on a road. It’s raining. This time I’m surrounded by thousands of men in suits. Then I wake up. So tell me…what’s wrong with me?” Scott was sitting on a chair across from another man, who was scribbling notes down on a piece of paper.
Dr. Wall replied “It is hard to say. Have you had any problems in real life lately?”
“Aside from this world doesn’t seem real to me anymore? Not really. Works just as dull as always. I’ve been tired” Scott explained.
“Doesn’t seem real? Please explain.” The Doctor seemed worried at Scott’s last comment.
“I can’t explain. It’s like I’ll look out of the window and what I see outside doesn’t seem real. It’s like I’m watching a TV show. The world seems so false!”
“Well it sounds to me like you’re strongly against commercialism.” The Doctor chuckled. Scott managed a laugh too although it was faked. “As for your dream…You said work is dull. Perhaps the suits are your subconscious’ way of saying every day is the same. And for the sleep, I’ll prescribe you some sleeping pills. Nothing too strong. Just a little help. I’ll see you same time next week.
“Okay Doctor. Thanks for the help.” They shook hands, and Scott left.
He walked out of the building and walked down the street. He needed to go to the subway, to get back to his home in the slums. Midian wasn’t exactly an ideal home, but it was all he could afford. He would much prefer to live somewhere like this. Historic District had an old feel about it but it was very scenic. He was approaching the subway when to his right he saw a man being chased into an alleyway. Scott would usually ignore this but curiosity had gotten hold of him. He ran to the alleyway to see what was going on, and to see if he could help. The man who was being chased had stopped now and was surrounded by the three who had followed him. The man was wearing a trench coat, and a bandana. The other three were members of the local gang. They called themselves the “Vipers” or the “Adders” or something equally stupid that Scott couldn’t be bothered to think of. “Hey! Leave him alone!” Scott shouted rather daringly. However, it appeared the man in the trench coat needed no help at all. He landed a kick to the face of one of them, who went flying into a wall. It sounded like his neck broke on impact. Scott gasped as the man ran up a wall, and then landed a kick to one of the other two gang members. This one seemed to have also snapped the neck. Then finally the trenched man delivered a flurry of punches to the body of the last gang member, at a speed so fast Scott could not even see the fists. A moment later, he was the only man standing. “How did you…You killed those men!”
“Did he really?” a voice from behind Scott replied. Scott turned to face a rather odd looking man. He had purple hair, a nose ring, and strange tattoos on his face. It was quite ironic that he was wearing a black suit. Just like the one in Scott’s dream. Scott turned back around to face the man who had killed those other three men, but he had disappeared.
“Where did he go?! And who…who are you?! Of course he killed those men! I saw it with my own eyes!” Scott was angry at this man. How could he ask such a question when Scott had just seen the evidence for himself. The man had murdered, though not totally unprovoked, those three gang members, and now he had disappeared. Probably on the run.
The man smiled at Scott. He held out his hand. “That man slipped away while you weren’t looking. The names Sonaro by the way.”
