Destiny

[jammi]

I sat up with a jolt. I was back on the Dauntless. I slid off the work surface I had found myself on and cautiously walked towards the door. There was a dull explosion from the ships bowels and smoke began to billow in. My skin crawled as a realised it was happening again the Corsairs would be coming.

I could hear whispers on the edge of my hearing, muttering and cursing, boring into my very mind. I began to shake as the voices became louder, twisted voices murmuring my name, chanting in an unholy worship of a thing, a heart of darkness that boiled and burnt nearby. Something I could see in my minds-eye closing the distance between us. I began to scream in horror as my fathers voice cackled from the mass.

I fell to my knees, the cold metal biting at my legs. Doors along the corridor exploded open, filling the small space with tongues of flame. A dark shape rose from the fires at the far end of the passage and the whispers abruptly ceased.

It began to walk forward, smoke wrapping around it like a cloak, the flames churning and boiling behind it nipping at its charred heels. The chatter started again, repeating my name over and over, growing louder and louder. I closed my eyes, sobbing, rocking back and forth and wishing the nightmare to be over.

I opened my eyes and recoiled in horror, for the thing stood before me; its flesh fried and skin cracked and blackened. With a loud crunch that broke open the roasted skin it raised its arm and pointed at me, the whispers escalating to a fevered scream in a twisted ecstasy of rage. The flames billowed up behind the abomination and crashed down, enveloping me in an inferno of torture. As my skin boiled I heard the abomination speak.

My traitor son I have come for you!

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