Never forget me

" I dreamed I was missing..."

An ear splitting screech erupted in the room, the sound ringing over and over in his mind as his legs stumbled, struggling to keep up with him as he ran. He fell into the translucent burgundy water, drenching the expensive white robes, weighting them, making running more difficult. His throat was on fire, liquid fire gathering up through his trachea as he slumped over and dry hacked acid in the murky depths. "Gilbert..Gilbert...I'm so sorry!" he whimpered and hiccuped as he punched a fist to his emerald orbs, trying to delay the onslaught of tears, staggering back up as he dodged a boulder.

"You were so scared. "

The light smoke enveloped the room, his eyes growing heavy at the comforting odour, the familiar color. But he couldn't sleep. Just like many restless nights, nights where Vincent didn't need to force him into bed after weeks of insomnia and depression. But tonight, he celebrated, surrounded with clouds of tobacco. Because tomorrow, empty promises would ring true, hard work would pay off and-

Oz was coming back.

"But no one would listen, cause no one else cared."

He was forced on his knees, hard, as the red cloaked mystery man gripped him by the scalp callously, growling through gritted well-maintained teeth. "Oz Bezarius." his booming voice bounced off the walls, the building completely evacuated as soon as the clock had tolled. "Your sin is your very existence!" That word...existence...it echoed like his previous words, cut off by the blinding and deafening white flash of thunder as it struck.

"After my dreaming, I woke with this fear-"

"What am I leaving?

...When I'm done here?" he thought to himself, Alice's gloved hand the only thing familiar to him as the sea of voices bickered back and forth, the syllable "Oz" spoken lovingly, spoken heatedly, and spoken deviously.

"You want to keep your identity hidden?" the owner of the voice sounded on the verge of laughing, but was generally confused.

"But don't you want to go back to serving your master? You worked for ten long years to be re-united again, Raven." a soft obviously female voice spoke tenderly, as if she almost didn't want to be heard.

"Hmm, not Raven. But..." the sounds of a teacup clinking to a saucer, the sound of her palette lifting and her intake of air, as if for dramatic effect. Not completely there, he strained to listen, fully intrigued, eyes to heavy to open from fatigue.

"Gilbert."