As stated in the description, this is going to be a few oneshots involving Mikasa's dreams (and nightmares). Expect some form of Eren X Mikasa eventually. If you like (or dislike) this story, feel free to leave a review telling why, and also feel free to give ideas for the future dreams she'll have. ;)

Dream 1 - Like Lightning

In this void, only Mikasa and a graveyard of bloody knives embedded in the ground existed. She shivered, breath visible through the chatter of her teeth. Breathing here was difficult. It felt like every time she exhaled, energy was being sapped out of her body.

Unintelligible voices echoed back and forth inside Mikasa's ears. She couldn't tell if they were outside her mind, or if she was hallucinating.

The voices slowly became clearer, until finally she recognized them, all one in the same; her mother.

"Mikasa, run! Hurry, Mikasa!"

Snap. Mikasa shuddered at the sound of axe piercing flesh and bone. Flickering lights of images showed themselves to her in the darkness, her father's corpse sitting back against the wooden leg of a table. Her mother thudding against the wooden floor, hand stretched out toward Mikasa, blood gushing out of her shoulder wound and forming a pool. Then the last bit of strength in her eyes fading to nothingness.

Mikasa wanted to close her eyes, look away, do anything other than watch the act, but she couldn't. Her body wouldn't allow it. She tried crying out, but her vocal cords produced no sound, instead drained her of more energy. The muscles in her throat loosened, tired, and her lungs felt like they were shriveling up. A tear skidded down her face as the images ended.

The bloodstained knives in the ground began quivering. Droplets of blood formed from them and, against gravity's will, started rising above Mikasa. They mingled into a single bubble of red towering over the raven-haired girl. The metallic stench it gave off was so strong, she thought she would retch. It pulsated, at first slowly, but soon gained speed until finally bursting into a flood that swallowed up Mikasa.

Unable to fight against it, copper filled her taste buds, iron filled her nostrils, and red became her vision.

Mom, dad, help me... Eren... Anyone, please...

As fluid filled her lungs, the weight of her body became too much to handle.

She closed her eyes. No one can hear me... no use in struggling-

"Fight!" His voice struck her like lightning. "Fight!" His voice brought her comfort, reassurance, strength. "Fight!" Mikasa opened her eyes. "You must fight!" All the energy she lost found its way surging back into her body, and almost in an instant she was shooting up toward the surface.

Almost there.

A gasp escaped her lips as she sat up. She was covered in sheets and cold sweat. The air was cool. In the darkness, she barely made out two figures. Sasha and a slightly startled Krista.

"Are you alright, Mikasa?" Krista asked. "You were sweating and breathing hard while you slept."

"Yes, I'm fine." She sighed in relief, though her heart was still racing.

"Would you like some food?" Sasha asked in a whispered voice. "Nothing like a midnight snack. I have a hidden stash of bread, you know."

Krista shook her head, gave her a disapproving look. Then she turned back to Mikasa, who politely declined the offer. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, I was just having a bad dream, is all." She thought of Eren's voice and smiled. "Everything's fine now."

Hope you enjoyed. :)