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Entry tags:
- !event,
- *log,
- *open,
- alphonse elric (fullmetal alchemist),
- angel (borderlands),
- bucky barnes (mcu),
- castiel (supernatural),
- chaos (xenosaga),
- davesprite (homestuck),
- dorian pavus (dragon age),
- enoch (el shaddai),
- flynn carsen (the librarian),
- ginger hale (original),
- james wilson (house md),
- jared rhys (original),
- john watson (bbc sherlock),
- magenta magenta (jjba),
- mycroft holmes (bbc sherlock),
- peter quill (mcu),
- quark (zero escape),
- royce melborn (riyria revelations),
- sherlock holmes (bbc sherlock),
- squalo superbi (khr),
- sylar (heroes),
- vanitas (kingdom hearts),
- will graham (hannibal)
[log] Imaginary Time [open]
Characters: anyone
Location: in dreams
Date: nighttime during the event
Summary: A place to post your character's dreams.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!
Location: in dreams
Date: nighttime during the event
Summary: A place to post your character's dreams.
Warnings: general horror warnings; please include more specific warnings in subject lines as necessary!
cw: mind control, death, blood
Like the man with the shield was the symbol for the resistance.
Not much of a resistance. Most people didn't want to be made an example of, most people feared a visit from the Soldier, or to return home and find that HYDRA agents had taken their children while they worked. Most people knuckled under the new regime, kept their heads down, and tried to block out the cries of their neighbours when they were targeted.
But there had been a resistance. No longer. The last member, the only one left alive for months now, was finally dead at his feet. Once blond hair matted with brain matter and blood from where the final blow had caved in his skull, shield discarded a few feet away. The Soldier knew that he was supposed to return to base once the mission was complete, but he couldn't seem to move. He was transfixed by the sight of the blood on his hand, malfunctioning down to his core.
He sat like that for hours, perhaps days, until they came for him.
He knew his role, he did not resist when they pulled him bodily from the scene and into the back of the waiting van, he did not fight when they strapped him back into the machine, he welcomed the pain and the blankness that would follow. He could be a good weapon now, there was nothing else stood in his way.
Hail HYDRA.