Disclaimers: Don't Own Nothing of the characters.

A/n: At first I thought I would leave this as a one-shot but something came into my head and well I've got to put it up.. Enjoy!

He heard the fire. He heard the cries. He heard the souls leaving the victim's bodies.

The shuddering and the trembling of the innocence of the lost are now falling. He is falling with them; blind and scarred while able to feel exactly what was happening. He opened his mouth and tasted blood. The blood entered his body and he tried to stop but he was choking and gagging. The blood was suffocating him.

He sees him. The man he hated and begrudgingly admired was right in front of him. He was not tied to a chair and he was cold. He wanted warmth but he could not find it. No, hope was gone and his fear was growing..

"Dream of me…" The man's eyes were blood red.

He screamed.

He heard his heartbeat. He heard his thoughts. He heard his sanity flee from his mind.