Memories
“Feylin, have any of your memories resurfaced?” Seated against a cave wall, the feline Morph tossed away his sixth trout carcass to the side, shaking his head in response to Tyrus’ question, as the Hyena Morph stared out of the cavern’s mouth, watching the forest for any signs of movement as a core precaution. But, he sounded...pained; emotionally battered about something that was most likely not all of their friends and allies being culled or in the process. “Every time I sleep...I see a dream...no...a vision; it’s the same every single time...with me roaming a desolate road, stalking someone...watching them. I try to stop myself in the dream...but I never can. And then it ends the same way, over and over again; I yank them into an alley, and before they have time to scream, I drive a knife through their neck...silencing them.” Feylin had long since lost his appetite; the mood to eat was effectively killed, from that shocking revelation. Yet despite it, Tyrus looked severely remorseful about it; sullen to the core about that reoccurring dream that was the foulest nightmare, apparently. “...so, from what I gather, I think I know why I’m here...I was a predator of people...and now, a predator hunts me in turn, granting me the same rights as those I hurt...a head start.” Feylin didn’t even know what to do...how to help Tyrus, but he had to try something.
“...well...do you think you’ve changed? Do you think you changed from all of that, and are better?”
“I’m not even sure, honestly. The one thing I know is the truth of...that, is out there somewhere. Why I did those things is out there, and I plan to find it, and learn it. And then, maybe with the knowledge of what drove me to do such a thing, I could take the steps and precautions to never let myself go back.” Feylin had to appreciate his ideas there...while far from perfect, he was at least owning up to his shit, and still wanting to get the hell out of The Grounds before Nugruc hunted and killed them both...though a few niggling thoughts remained. What if the truth of the matter, was a lot harsher than either of them expected, and instead of giving his friend closure, it drove Tyrus to madness at the mere thought of what it was. What if it was something neither of them wanted to see? Such questions also made the feline Morph’s mind drift to a more harrowing revelation.
What if it was the same on his front? If he began to have dreams detailing something too, something that had to be a long-forgotten memory, how would it be? It seemed that Nugruc selected those for The Grounds who were inherently vicious and predatory themselves...hunt predators for sport, after making them even more volatile and dangerous with forced mutation. And if that was the case, what did Feylin do to earn Nugruc’s scorn...and appraisal?
It almost chilled him to the bone to think about such a thing. He’d worry about it later...right now, it looked like it was almost time for them to move again. Night was falling, and thus, they’d be able to get a little closer to the grounds Nugruc refuses to prowl, where they could not only escape this nightmare, but find the answers they both needed.
Here’s hoping it was good.
Written by AGhostInTheMachine on 24 September 2018
