Chapter Text
Agent: Midas, overseer of the Agency
Time: 01:27 a.m.
Location: Unknown
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There was only so much that he remembered. He remembered the lightning. He remembered the sensation of..of falling. He remembered the sounds of Skye's screams, getting fainter and fainter the further away she got. Everything else, though? A blur. Not even a blur- it was just black. But it was a miracle that Midas could even remember anything at all, what with how hard he'd hit his head. On what, again, he didn't remember. But it had been hard enough of an impact to send him into a brief unconsciousness.
Now, the man with the golden touch was scrambling for purchase against the harsh waves, rain pelting down harder than hail. It didn't help that it was hard to breathe, that he was choking on seawater every time he went to inhale, that his limbs felt like jello. The shoreline wasn't too far...at least, that's what he hoped. His depth perception was all out of whack, so he couldn't be for sure. He just...hoped.
Midas fought against the tide to the best of his abilities, and there were a few times he thought he was going to drown. But finally, oh, finally, he felt sand under his hands, under his feet. He hauled himself up and forward, dragging himself onto the shore. The second his head was fully above water, Midas began coughing violently, his arms and legs shaking as he pulled himself to the safety of dry land. Well, drier. The water still rolled up a far way on the sand, but it was better than being entirely submerged.
Once up far enough on the shore, Midas collapsed to his side, damn near hacking his lungs up as he expelled the seawater that had invaded said lungs. He then rolled into his back, panting heavily and squeezing his eyes closed, trying to will away the abrupt nausea that was taking over his senses. The rain was harsh enough to possibly make welts on his skin, but Midas was just reveling in the fact that he was alive.
Midas laid there for a few long moments, desperately trying to get air into his lungs and calm his churning stomach. He still couldn't breathe quite right, but the fact that he was breathing at all was a blessing. Slowly, he rolled over again with a groan, pushing himself weakly up to his hands and knees. He held that position for a few seconds before pushing himself up further, this time to his feet. Midas stumbled with a grimace, but he managed to miraculously keep his balance.
After taking a few short breaths, he forced himself to move forward. He couldn't stay out here- he didn't even know where 'here' was. Midas couldn't be bothered to try and think about where he was. He wasn't on the island he called home, he knew that much. But that's all he knew, all he cared to know at this moment.
Midas climbed, with quite a struggle, up the sandbank, and was immediately greeted by the sight of a thick, densely wooded forest. It was sparse where he stood, still sandy, but just a few more feet, and it morphed into a much denser woodland. At least, that's what it looked like. It was so damn dark...coupled with the rain, it made it incredibly difficult to see properly. Who knows what could be in these woods...
Midas glanced over his shoulder, back to the shoreline. It seemed to stretch on for miles in either direction..but so did this forest. On the shore, he could have a clearer view, and he'd be less likely to get turned around. There could be some form of shelter, maybe even a settlement or somethin akin to that if he ventured along the shoreline. But the rain would pelt down much harder on him, and, if there were any threats here...He could easily be spotted.
Midas' gaze went back to the stretch of trees ahead of him. Going this way would provide more protection from the rain, and more cover if he were to be attacked by god knows what. But one wrong turn, and he'd lose track of where he was. He was already incredibly disoriented... He could very easily perish in these woods.
A sudden scream erupted from within the mass of trees. It sounded far off, and in Midas' disorientation, he couldn't tell if it was familiar or not. It...it could be someone he knew. It could be one of his Agents. That scream could belong to one of his Agents, one of his friends, one of his family.
This brought back a small piece of information that he before hadn't remembered. He was with them. Midas was with them before this moment. He was with Skye, specifically, in...in a helicopter. The others were with them, in separate helicopters- but why? What the hell happened..?
There were no other screams, just that one. It could be one of his Agents, it could be Skye...or someone who could kill him. Midas was in no condition to fight... The man could hardly stand. Even now, he had to lean against one of the trees to stay upright. He didn't even have a weapon; his holsters were empty, and his grenades were nowhere to be found. He swore under his breath, torn between the possible paths he could take here.
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Choice A: Travel along the shoreline
OR
Choice B: Travel through the forest