Running... running... running... this was the only thing he could think as his feet continued to his the pavement. His lungs ached and his feet were sore, but he just kept on running. What he was running from, he didn't know what. There was no logic to any of it. However, he could feel the sweat dripping down his brown and the aching soreness in his body, so he was sure it wasn't just a dream.

He saw a light far away, a bit closer and he could see that the light was coming from a door. It seemed like it was getting closer, even closer than it should have with the speed he was running at. He reached out a hand, eager to her there, but was thrown back as an explosion blasted him off his feet. Miraculously, his glasses didn't fall off from the impact. He lay there with his eyes closed to try and catch his breath. When he was able to look back at the door, his eyes widened with fear.

The doorway was blocked by fire, but not just any fire. No, these flames were bright blue, the flames that had haunted his nightmares ever since he was little. These were the flames that had taken his parents away from him. The blue flames of Satan. He was on his back and tried to scoot away on his elbows. He felt a sharp pain in one of his arms when he tried and realized that one of them was broken. Still, he used his remaining good arm to try and get away, away from the evil fire that took away his family.

He felt his hand touch something and stopped cold. Almost in slow motion, he turned his head to see what he had touched. The sight his eyes found almost made him vomit. His hand lay upon the head of a woman, only her head. Her body was nowhere in sight, and her eyes were wide open, staring at nothing. In terror and shock he yanked his hand away as if the body was electrified. He tried to scoot back again, only to run into someone's legs.

The person fell over on top of him, their face landing only a few inches from his. Both the man's eyes and mouth were wide open, he was bleeding profusely from everywhere on his body. He pushed the dead man off of him and managed to get to his feet. His legs were wobbly and threatened to collapse out from under him, but he managed to get them to run. He ran and ran, not looking at anything else around him, his only thought was to get away from the terrifying images he had left behind.

Finally, however, his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again.

"Konekomaru..." The whisper was dry as death, but also strangely familiar. He looked and saw someone lying on the ground. The person turned their head, and he realized it was Shima. "Konekomaru, help me..." He tried to crawl, do anything to get away from the ghastly figure of his friend. Shima's body was mutilated beyond belief and half the face was burned, thought he other half was still recognizable.

"No, no, this isn't you. Shima..." He heard the tears in his voice and felt them running down his face, tasted them on his tongue. "This isn't... it's not you... You're not dead!" He tried to get up and fell on someone. He got on one elbow and saw that he was lying across the body of his other friend. "B-b-bon?" His big friend turned his head slowly, like some monster or demon in a night mare. His face was a maze of slashes, burns, and bruises until he was hardly recognizable.

"Konekomaru... Why didn't you help us? Why did you stay behind..." He rolled off the body of his friend and scooted away.

"No, no... Mom, Dad, Shima, Bon... I-... I- NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Konekomaru woke with a scream and sat upright. He was drenched in cold sweat and and was breathing heavily. His glasses were still on the bed-side table where he had put them and he held on to his chest, looking at the blankets with very blurred vision. A doctor was next to him and looked surprised to see him awake.

"Oh, you're up. That sounded like one heck of a nightmare kid, you were talking and yelling in your sleep for hours. You may have been having a bad reaction to the anesthesia. I had just come in to hook you up to some more."

"So... it was all just a dream?" The doctor nodded and he sighed with relief. "Thank goodness." Just outside the window however, something was watching him. Something with a dark aura and glowing red eyes.

Heh heh heh... Such fear...

For those who don't know what the setting is, this is in the time Konekomaru is in the hospital after the fight with Amaimon. That's why his arm is broken.