Dreams: Bones
"Bones are the internal structure of every human, yes?"
The deep and boring voice of was droning on, babbling about "magic".
"And that being so, some people have mastered the production of bone matter in their bodies, and used at as a weapon, though without proper training, this could very well kill the user."
I was starting to get tired of this recurring dream, lecturing about some form of magic, different every night. Yesterday it was shadow Magic, tonight bones. Hell, last week he talked about divination and spirit walking! Regardless, there was nothing I could do about it, and it was starting to get rather boring, the only exiting part being the end.
"And with that, I believe that Samantha should demonstrate her abilities to the class"
A small, blonde girl wearing a shockingly pink suit and top hat walked up to the from of the classroom, her bright coloring contrasting with 's black and brown attire. She blushed slightly as she held an arm towards the class. Her eyes closed. She winced in pain as large amounts of bone spiraled from her wrist, around and past her hand, ending in a point about three feet in front of her, and scaring the living daylight out of everyone in the class. On top of this, however, blood was dripping from the bones, as well as from Samantha's wrist. It took the class about three seconds to realize that she was crying, and that the teacher was doing nothing about it. Samantha collapsed in pain, each sob harder than the one before it, until eventually, each sob sent random bulges across her skin. A minute later, these bulges became pieces of bone, breaking the skin and leaving a bleeding hole, and launching blood spurts across the room. Each sob sent bone spikes throughout her entire body. These spikes would puncture through her clothes and soon had the area around her covered in bloody cloth and flesh. Spikes came out of her chest like claws, thrashing as if trying to grab what little life she had left. Bones shot out of her palms, piercing through her cheek and stabbing her elbow until one came out her eye, sending a piece of it into my one. My vision was hindered only for a second, however, and I realized that the bone would not return to normal. At that point, I found that I was alone, the classroom was empty, and Samantha's clothes were gone, pieces of bone sticking out of her in random places. A rather large piece was protruding from her neck, pointed downwards at an angle that pierced her knee as well. Another had come out of her stomach, having launched it's contents into the floor in from of her. Blood was spewing from her eyes and chest, as well as from cuts all over her body. I began to walk up to her, reaching out my hand to help her up. I blinked, and when my eyes opened again, bones were pulsing out of her, exploding from her chest and arms, throwing pieces of flesh and drops of blood all over me. Her skin practically exploded, covering me in a layer of flesh. Her hat, still mostly in tact, sailed off of her head, and landed on her back as she fell forewords, clearly dead.
I look down at her dead body, haunted by the memory of another backfire of an otherwise spectacular gift, feeling nothing but shame as I was the cause of it.
