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Here again . . .

 

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His gaze wandered around, dancing between the beds, the window.

A familiar face sat on the bed across from him, smiling -

The ginger tinted brunet, being a young lad staring up; pupiless eyes shimmering with a deep green.

 

An unsettling itch hovered over his shoulder, as the boy spoke: "Auden, what did ma'am say?"

 

With that, the window shattered.

The boy was gone, the beds tattered- both the same, yet different colored sheets.

"Where are we going today?"

 

Flames swelled through the room,

as fissures began to grow through the floorboards.

A note rung through the air,

with a horrible, ear-shattering ruckus of chords.

 

Surroundings grew blurry as he went tumbling through,

ethereal hands grasping for his front,

ripping, tearing, breaths choked back into his gullet.

The clouded black of his surrounds crunched down on his forearms, 

as crimson came to pour, in which they seemed to hunt.

Rats, hundreds, of thousands seeped through the floors of the building,

fire singeing the fur upon their flesh.

 

Twisting and turning, desperate to escape, flailing within that void.

Cries rung to deaf ears.

Backs were turned, shoulders of their forms headless. 

He wailed, he sobbed, nails scraping against splintered wood.

 

His body twisted and curved, spun and shifted,

coming to face someone eye-to-eye.

Less than an inch between their irises, the glares bore into each other.

 

Crimson seeped from the other's ears,

and as the being akin to a twin grabbed him by the neck,

only one thing rung through his mind.

 

For she screamed,

 

"They're all awake."

 

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His eyes popped open, fingers grasped around the cloth of his shirt as he choked upon his own throat.

Bile spilled out upon the floor.

 

Slowly, he came to sit; pain resounding throughout his ribs.

 

". . There it is again."

 

 

Outside, lingered Edward, tensed with a bowstring taught in his grasp.

John sat upon a fence, and Vesryn on the dirt below him- relaxed while watching.

And at once, he saw with empty eyes,

 

It was all just a dream.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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