: Alex Reed, the Dauntless Key
Image(Because she sucks at describing how people look
I've been feeling restless lately... Does any of this really matter? Even when I bite, scratch and claw for a taste of real freedom... nothing ever changes. Its starting to feel like a long long dream, merely going through the motions day in and day out...
The room was dark, only lit with the dimmest of lights descending from a tall ceiling. A faint mist seemed to waft around the room, what little bits of light within the room reflecting off of it. Sounds of feet shuffling and hushed yet excited voices were all that set upon her ears. Upon the tall darkened stage stood a woman steeped in androgyny. Short unkept black hair fell just above her shoulders, contrasting with the white of a simple collared shirt she wore. Thin non-descriptive form ran down to a thin pair deep blue jeans, loosely hoisted by a brown leather belt. Strapped to the belt was a small knife, snugly holstered but clearly visible at all times. Stage lights shut on one by one with a resounding thunk
. The stage was lit, the young woman which stood in the center was illuminated in an instant. She stood before a microphone stand, head hung slightly, eyes closed as if she slept in that very position. The crowd below all turned towards the stage, growing hush in anticipation. The room became impossibly quiet. Sharp eyes slowly opened to gaze upon the crowd. The woman spotted but a few familiar faces within the crowd.
She stepped forward to grasp the microphone, but then everything seemed to stop. Color seemed to drain from the scene in all but two finite points. The point in which she stood, and a second positioned within the center of the crowd. Her eyes immediately snapped to that point, mouth going a bit ajar and eyes widening slightly in shock at the sight before her. In the center of the crowd stood a perfect reflection of herself, eyes shut with a faint smile painted across its lips. Quickly as it was spotted, the reflection turned with a calm ease and began to step out to vanish within the crowd. Alex stepped forward and broke into a run, tossing the mic stand before her to the side as she moved towards the edge of the stage. When her foot hit the edge of the stage her body suddenly rotated in what surely must have been an impossible manner. Her mind began to race, the a single heel being all that was left in contact with the edge of the stage. Soon that too left and the young woman found herself falling from the tall stage.
However her back did not collide with the ground soon as it should have. Instead she merely kept falling and falling, the sight before her causing her mind to race even further. It seemed the ground had no longer existed and she merely kept falling, the stage she had stood on elongating as she continued down, the top becoming further and further from her vision. Music flooded into the room as she descended further and further, guitars blared and drums pounded, intermingling with vocals she clearly recognized as her own, the crowed roared with excitement. Atop the platform stood the reflection of herself which stepped to the edge of the stage, merely watching her fall. Alex let out a cry of frustration at the sight, the scene suddenly changing a moment later. Finally the fall gave way with a sudden splash. Her vision darkened, the stage she had fallen from and the room around faded into but a glistening point of light shining at the waters surface. Her vision panned around in the darkness as she fell through the water.
After a few disorientated moments she found herself flipped right side up, her pace slowing from a frantic fall to a calm descent. The darkness was soon lit by beams of light reflecting off a station of stained glass which seemed to appear from no where. But Alex welcomed the shining platform she was gently placed around. She slowly looked around once more, taking in the scenery. Then a faint flash shone from the other side of the platform. Three pedestals emerged form the glass platform, each holding an icon of a different object. The key, the lock, the door. For a moment she stood contemplating the meaning of everything. But the way forward was obvious. Her fist clench, she stepped forward swiftly, a light grin spread across her lips as she took hold of the key from the pedestal.
With the key removed the pedestal's descended back into the platform. Her path forward opened, stained glass extending out far into the darkness. With the key clutched tightly in hand she started a run down the twisting roadway...