-Sheska-
When Sheska reached her corner of the ship, she simply laid the package from the tailors next to her now-neglected accordion, only to end up staring at her hammock. After a full day, the emotional outburst towards Zach, and the lack of decent sleep for the past week or so, she was dog tired. The problem was the nightmares.
So she waged a short internal war as to whether or not she should bite the bullet and try for some decent rest, or prowl the ship for something, anything, to do to keep awake. After all, chances were just as good that she would dream about Beth, which while that was also unwanted, it wouldn't be nearly as unpleasant as the night terrors she had been having since their encounter with the Invincible. The fact that she was drunk ought to help as well, though she didn't look forward to the eventual hangover. That would only add to her misery in the morning if she woke up in abject terror.
With a frustrated snarl, she shook her head before pushing herself up and into her hammock, turning to face the wooden wall of the ship before promptly falling asleep.
The next thing she saw was blinding sun. She stood in a large, flat expanse, the sun blazing directly overhead in a painfully clear blue sky. For some reason, she had decided to look straight up at it, so she quickly covered her eyes with her hand and forced herself to look down. Once she blinked the white dots from her vision, she looked forward, and realized why she was staring at the sun instead.
She was surrounded by the dead.
Each and every one stood still, and stared at her. She could recognize them all as people she had killed, and they all retained the insults that she had inflicted on them when she ended their lives. Some had their entrails pooling around their feet, some held their severed heads in their hands, others held onto dismembered limbs, but all stood, one way or another. And they all stared with cold, lifeless eyes.
She looked around at them and reached at her side for her cutlass, only to grasp onto nothing at all. She was unarmed.
That fact unsettled her, but she stood her ground and strode forward. She had killed all of them before. She could kill them again, but the sheer numbers was astounding. Had she really killed that many people?
As she pushed past a more tightly clustered group to find solace, she stared at familiar, living faces. In a group, stood her nemesis from the Invincible, and his pet, Capricorn behind him. Next to them, stood Captain Beth, as well as Isaac. And as opposed to the dead she had passed, they didn't have blank stares, but instead they all smiled widely at her.
Sheska frowned and took an unsteady step back. "Cap'n? Izzy? The fuck are you two doing with those Imps?", she asked shakily, her voice faint.
That was when all four spoke as one: "We're solving the problem.".
Their voice rang throughout the flatland with a dark glee, causing her to take a few more steps back. When they each drew their respective weapons, or in Capricorn's case, raised it's fists, she turned to run.
She stopped in her tracks when she faced herself, healthy and whole, with both arms to show for it. And her doppelganger grinned at her like the four behind her did, only she could see the light of violence in her own eyes.
"We're broken, and killing you will fix it. Killing always solves the problem.", the other her said, before drawing her revolver.
Sheska trembled, and was suddenly aware of intense pain in her stomach, her back, and her right arm. When she looked down at herself, she saw why. The point of an Imperial officers sword poked out through her belly, and her right arm was a mangled, useless mess. And in her back was a series of gravity blades, as well as the Captains chain sickle.
She gaped, and when she lifted her gaze, the barrel of her revolver smashed through her teeth, and she saw her own golden eyes staring at her with malicious cheer. Then she heard the cock of its hammer, and the gunshot that followed.
Sheska woke with a soft scream, her hand grasping at her stomach as she shot forward in her hammock. She panted heavily as her blurry vision slowly cleared, only to end up groaning in pain due to a skull-splitting migraine, sensitive eyes, and intense nausea. Her hand moved from her stomach to her forehead, covering her eyes as well.
She had no idea how long she had actually slept, but if anything, she felt more exhausted than ever, and now she felt all the sicker thanks to her hangover. "Ugghh... God, I think I might have to stop drinking if this keeps up.", she murmured, her voice hoarse as well as pained.
