"I don't wanna-" Owen mumbled, his voice very airy and deep from just slowly starting to wake up. "Dude, I'm not playing these games, we got to start moving towards the city. It's at least a two-day trip." Mason said as he got up, stretching and letting out a big yawn. "Maybe we can find some breakfast or something." He said, running his hand through his hair. "Ok ok, I'm up," Owen said, rubbing his eyes and face, sitting upon the ground before getting up, dusting himself off. Owen putting his shirt back on, which he at some point during the night took off and then they headed out.
Several thousand miles away in the city of metatropolis, a couple, Henry and Jamina lived together, both brain-washed by daily pills and propaganda filled television. Henry woke up like he did every morning, and for the past couple of weeks he had been getting these migraines non-stop and he wasn't sure why; maybe because he wasn't taking his pills.
Henry sat up in bed next to his wife as he sighed, running a hand through his ginger hair. Looking to her sleeping form, there's always been a feeling that there wasn't something quite right. Like it felt wrong laying beside her, that he was betraying himself. He sighed as he got up, knowing that they were under 24/7 surveillance watch, whilst everyone else seemed oblivious to that fact, he's known something hasn't felt right for a very long time. Henry walked into the bathroom as he looked at himself in the mirror, opening the mini cupboard where his pills were, and where her pills were. He always pretended to take the pills; otherwise, he'd get taken away, and no one knew where those kinds of people went. Some even speculated that they were killed by lethal injection or other methods.
Henry looked at the mini camera embedded into the walls, they'd set off a silent alarm if someone were to try to disable and or dismantle them in any sort of way, they were always watching. He sighed deeply as he opened the white lid of a pill bottle, the standard orange, and white prescription ones, popping one of the pills into his mouth, and hiding it underneath his tongue, pretending to swallow to make it 'believable' that he took it. Henry then brushed his teeth and spit it out when he spit out the toothpaste foam. The pill was white so it blended in easily with the foam, it felt dangerously good to rebel. He went and got dressed. By this time his wife was also up.
"Hello, handsome." Jamina greeted, dressed still in her light pink nightgown, kissing his cheek affectionately. "Morning, busy week this week?" Henry asked her, and she shook her head. "No, I have the week off, my manager asked me to keep an eye on you for some reason, are you ok? Are you taking your meds?" Jamina asked, Henry reluctantly nodding. "Of course, just like everybody else." He said, which made her smile. "Good, then we shouldn't have anything to worry about." She said, patting his shoulder. "Let me get dressed and I'll make breakfast before you go to the office, how does that sound?" She said, which made Henry smile. "Sounds great." He said, finishing getting his tie on, Henry is working as an IT manager in an office complex in the heart of the city. Henry walked downstairs once he was dressed and ready, making his pot of coffee, which he just liked black, no sugar, and no creme. Jamina soon walked downstairs in a simple colored tee shirt and jeans, making bacon and eggs and toast. "Hey honey, can I tell you something strange that's been happening to me recently?" Henry asks, staring into his mug of coffee
"Sure, what's been on your mind? Is it work? Do you want kids?!" She asked excitedly, jumping up and down, she's always wanted a kid since she's been with him, and Henry had always been reluctant and unsure about having kids with her specifically. "Uhm...no." He coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's not that," Henry says, shaking his head. "I've been...thinking lately. About someone that keeps appearing...in these um..headaches, and dreams sometimes." He said, his fingers on his right hand tapping the sides of the mug nervously, looking endlessly into the brown-black liquid in his mug. "Oh? Do you need to see the doctors? I'm sure they can give you medicine that can help with that." She says with a concerned tone in her voice, plating up the eggs, toast, and the greasy bacon on the plate, setting it beside him.
"No, no, I uh, I think I'm just fine. They're just very strange dreams with the same man and myself." He says shaking his head. "Okay...who's this man then?" She asked, sitting across from him from the island on a bar stool. "Well...He's 5 '9, bleached hair...in some sort of police uniform? He called me darling a few times, so maybe we were together...even married at some point?" He said, scratching the back of his neck. "I think his name was...Swanson? Swan?" He questioned, trying to recall the man's last name. "That's uhm, very nice sweetie...Maybe you should call in sick and I can take you to the doctors to get you feeling better, how long have these headaches been happening?" She asked, getting her phone out of her pocket to call their family doctor. "No, I swear, I'm fine. Anyways, I should get going. I'm going to be late for work." He says as he got up, pouring his coffee and some more coffee into a to-go mug, putting his wallet into his coat pocket with his phone.
Henry got into his black Camaro, starting the engine as he pulled out of their garage as he started to drive to work which was about thirty minutes away, so he always left an hour early so he could get to work on time. He sighed softly as he drove through traffic, images flashed in his mind which made his head feel like it was pounding. He rubbed his eyes as he sighed, taking a sip of his coffee as he drove, thinking a little coffee might help. He had no idea why these were happening, maybe it was a side effect of the pills, maybe they caused hallucinations. It died down after a moment or two, thinking maybe he was a bit tired as well from the intense dreams.
He drove to work as he pulled into his assigned parking spot. Making sure that his tie was on straight and that his hair was slicked back nicely. He stopped and turned the car as he stepped out, walking into the elevator, "Good Morning Mr.Swan." The elevator said once he showed the camera his ID since they had a facial recognition security system. "Good morning Mr. Swan." The receptionist Gina said, "Good morning" Henry mumbled slightly as he drank his coffee, walking into his office as he set down a messenger bag that he carried with him, setting it beside his office chair. He sat down as he played the voicemails on the office phone, listening to them as he took another sip of his coffee.