Drink for the Poisoned Dreams [D6 Train Thread]

[Kingston Cesaire D3A [Tom]]

Teddy Ursa

They haul him out of the empty justice building room that he was stored in. Not one person had come to see him. No family of the past or the present wanted to deal with a child sentences to their death. Icy chills seem to take control of his chest as he breaths in slowly. There's nothing for him anymore, just a boy drifting through a soulless place as they take him to the train that will drive him to a place where dreams become poisoned with nightmares. A prick of the skin and blood will seep from wounds undone by nameless people. That's when they push him forward with guns into his back until he is on the train.

There's only a few people on the train, but all eyes were on him and Basil. The only person from District Six that could possibly understand him. Though, no one understood him. He didn't understand most people either. That's when he was handed some sort of drink by some staff member who didn't speak, but looked faceless and forgetful, just like himself. There's no more sparks from the past, but a gentle chill of the present. All he does is take a sip of the bitter taste.

His face scrunches up in disgust at the liquid that tastes bitter and awful to him. All he can do is try to ignore it with all of his being and focus on the reality at hand. Poisoned dreams to come and more bloodied things to be had. Words seem to fall from his lips as he speaks to no one in particular.

"This tastes awful."

The glass is set down on a table in front of him as he's examining more stuff along it. Eyes catch Basil, his district partner as he shyly looks at her. He can feel the fear in his chest grow more and more with every moment. That's when he decides to make the first move. After all, Basil was going to be the only piece of home he has with him. Words come from his throat as he speaks to her.

"Wanna join me, it's kind of lonely on this train."