A/N: This is my first piece of fanfiction. Also, I'm not a native speaker of English. Please be gentle, I'm very nervous about posting this, but constructive criticism and anything that helps me improve my English writing skills are very welcome.


Oblivion

Heart beating too fast.

Cold sweat.

Tossing and turning

Mort sits up with a start, suddenly wide awake.

Another dream.

This time he remembers.

Her pleading screams.

Fear in her eyes.

Blood.

"Amy," he whispers. "Did I do that?"

"You didn't." His own voice. "Shooter did."

Comforting hands travel up his back, kneading away some of the tension.

Confusion.

"Shooter is me. A part of me."

"So am I. Does it matter?"

"No," he sighs.

He falls back into the warm embrace, hot breath on the side of his neck.

Soothing.

Pleasure.

Forgetting again.

Oblivion is all that matters now.