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A Familiar Dream

Posted on Fri Jan 31st, 2020 @ 1:34pm by Lieutenant Nimeeh Vixil

Mission: What Stalks The Night
Location: Personal Quarters

The cavern was dark and damp, just walking in made her skin crawl with fear, the hairs on the back of her neck rising up. Why was she here? Again? She didn't want to be here. This wasn't right. She was supposed to be on the Dreadnought.

"Please..." Nim called into the darkness. "Please, stop doing this to me..." the desperation was clear in her voice as it echoed off the walls of the cavern.

She shuffled further into the darkness, her eyes gradually adusting to the lower light.

The scene in front of her lit up as if it where being highlighted by stage lights. The young man standing in front of her, phaser in his hand, looking at her, his eyes wide with fear. She could clearly see the neural implant attached to the side of his head.

"Why didn't you save me?" he turned, looking directly at Nim.

With a shaky hand he held the phaser toward her, tears clearly visible on his face. "You saved the others... why didn't you save me?"

"I tried to!" Nim cried tearfully. "Please, Stop!"

"Why didn't you save me?" the fear filled voice asked again, only this time he moved the phaser to his head, eyes widening fearfully as his terrified eyes locked with hers.

It was over in moments. The briefest shimmer of the phaser beam between the barrel and his head. The sound of his fear filled scream cut short, only to be replaced by her own, a scream that echoed around the silence of her quarters.

Sitting upright in bed, Nim could feel the sweat saturating her body and her bedding, damp tears still on her cheeks as she reached up with a trembling hand and brushed them away quickly.

"Computer, lights!" she ordered, her voice shaking as she spoke. "Full illumination."

The darkness of the room was suddenly replaced by brightness as every light in her quarters lit up. Sliding out of bed, she padded quietly toward the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror to stare at her own reflection.

Her Trill spots were a stark contrast to her even paler than usual skin, the dark circles under her eyes nearly as dark as her ebony hair. Activating the faucet she splashed cold water on her face before reaching for a towel, blotting at her skin as she walked back into the living area.

It had been a dream. The same dream that seemed to haunt her every time she closed her eyes. She was safe, in her quarters. Nim exhaled slowly as she turned thoughts back to the previous evening. She had spent a brief amount of time before she snuck out, leaving him sleeping peacefully in the armchair.

Alone was something she was wanting more and more lately, even more so since the dreams had started. Of everyone on the ship, he would likely be the one person who would truly understand how she was struggling with what had happened, he was there, standing next to her, witnessing the same events, yet he wasn't the one responsible for saving them, she was. She was the one that had failed. What if she failed him next?

Tossing her towel on the back of a dining chair, one hand instinctively moved to the wrist of the other, rubbing around the narrow circumference, feeling the scars that remained from the handcuffs that had cut into her skin, scars that had remained unnoticed since she had left the Asger.

As she approached the replicator, she drew in a deep breath. "Coffee, three espresso shots, two sugars, one ounce of cream."

The drink appeared in a clear mug and she picked it up, wrapping her hands around it and taking a sip. She knew there would be no more sleep tonight. This had started to become a pattern she was startlingly familiar. "Computer, reduce the lighting to twenty percent and lock my quarters. I don't wish to be disturbed by anyone under any circumstances."


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