"We all wear
the twin masks
of emotion.
Happy or sad,
haunted or hunted,
You choose the mask,
you choose the risk.
You choose your own poison."

Last words of
Plethe the Pirate,
CY 3902

i I've been having a Dream, /i

There was screaming, painful screaming, so loud…so excruciatingly painful, it echoed through the room, the field, the chamber and his head. It hurt, god it hurt! He wanted it to stop, he wanted it to go away and never return. He wanted to sink in the hole in front of him and hope to god that it will protect him from the pain.

Everything kept flashing red, he raised his head to see his bloodstained reflection staring right back at him, green hunted eyes peering back at him, watching the hole growing in his soul. Everything was spinning, everything was a blur, everything was going inside the hole. Everything was spinning and splattering.

And blood, lots of it, splattered like paint on the walls, floors, staining the white sheets, his hands glowed red, he had diped it in the blood.

i Though I know it's a Dream /i

His own blood! Christ it was his own blood! And it glowed brighter and brighter and brighter…someone was screaming, it hurt his ears, his throat horse and scratchy, was he the one screaming? God it hurt so much….

The hole in the ground seemed to grow larger and larger, it was absorbing all the green flashes of light that kept missing me, and it's beckoning me….the whole was beckoning me, the pain was numbing...

"Harry…"

It was numbing,

"Harry where are you…."

It's going, so slowly, the hole was taking my pain away, slowly…so very slowly..

"I found him!"

Flashes of red, but not like the one before, no, it was pretty, and it's flowery smell, so familiar. It seemed to pull him in the opposite direction, so pretty, so familiar…but something was holding him back, another force, that brought the pain back, he didn't like it, he wanted it gone, he wanted the pain gone..

"Harry wake up! Harry!"

Everything was shaking, the pain was growing again. A cry of anguish filled his head, the hole was disappearing. No, no it can't go! NO! he wanted it to take his pain away, he wanted it gone…he wanted it to take him away!

"Get help! Harry…mate…wakeup…wakeu"

Why? Why were they bothering him so, why couldn't they leave him and the red light alone. But it kept dancing away, dancing twirling…laughing as if beckoned him with curled fingers, he couldn't move, the pain was consuming him, binding him down. He wanted to reach out, grab the twirling red light but the pain like a hungry monster pinned him down like a pray. He reached out his hand the force and heat eating and burning his flesh but it didn't matter anymore, the light was gone, the pain, the monster took it's first bite into his flesh and all was black.

i I still can't wake from it. /i