Oh, look the White Hare is about to be late. Why don't you follow him? He might lead you to the end.
Oh, wait... You lost a sight of white hare. What to do? Hm... How about go take a left turn or a right turn?
Let's take another right turn. Ooh, took a wrong turn, what to do?...
How about reading this story of a possible theory and spoilers? Yeah, let's do that as the author of this story gives you a chance to turn back.
His chest carried itself back and forth. His breathing appeared to increase with every breath. Even if he tried to calm down, he couldn't. It was like a cloak of black was wrapped around his neck, trying to prevent him from breathing.
The young Nightray grasped strongly onto his shirt, as he tried to recall his horrid dream. He lifted himself in a sitting position, so he could try to get a hold of himself.
Blazes of red were wrapped around him, leaving him trapped, allowing him to distinguish the scene in front of him. Traces of blood were splattered at his feet, as if they were hands crawling to him. It felt like a servant, on their hands and knees, begging the tyrannical king for mercy.
Corpses were laid in front of him like a display in a museum, but the sight was too gruesome to comprehend. Blood curling screams echoed, still ringing in his ears. The dream seemed so real, since he could feel the intensity of the blazes and the rustic stench of blood empowered his nose, making the young male feel repulsive.
His pale hands found their way to his face, concealing the distraught look he had. Even though, he had similar dreams before, this one was so real, so life-like. It was so vivid. But soon he had another feeling, a feeling of excitement. It was odd to have such a feeling after a bad dream, but the excitement was so empowering.
His arms soon wrapped himself, as he attempted to stop the madness from imprisoning itself in his mind. But still, he couldn't stop it. His eyes were enlarged, his pupils dilated. It was such a great feeling, a sickening feeling of pleasure.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The knocks on his bedroom door brought him back to his state of mind. His hands unwrapped themselves and hung loosely by his side. A shower of relief ran through his body, but the feeling he had was still there.
Realizing someone was at his door, Elliot lifted himself off his bed to answer the door. "Who is it?"
"It's Reo." The door opened, allowing him to enter. "I'm here for my nightly rounds." With a candle in his hand, he noticed that Elliot's bed sheets were ensnared with each other. "Bad dream?" The messy hair servant turned to Elliot as he closed the door quietly behind him.
"Reo… I had that dream again…" Yet Elliot didn't want to tell him what he felt after that dream. It was just too out of the ordinary to have such a emotion afterward. People would've thought he had a mental condition.
Reo could tell that Elliot was hiding something, but didn't question his master ay further. "It was just a dream, nothing else."
"Well, I hope it was…" Elliot went to his bed, tossing the covers over himself, trying to get some sleep.
Reo looked back at Elliot as he closed the wooden door. "Well, let's hope it was just a dream, Elliot."
As Reo continued his night rounds, a smirk claimed his lips. A chuckle escaped his throat and echoed through the corridors. "It seems as though Glen has no control over that boy yet." He let out another chuckle, but this time it was dark, revealing his true nature.
"Ha, let the tragedy of a hundred years repeat itself. Let the crimson red leader arise once again. And let the country fear the Baskervilles." And with that, the candle's flame vanished as crackles of laughs resounded in the Nightray mansion.
"All hail the Baskervilles."
Rose's Notes.
I had to use a thesaurus for this... I actually think that a thesaurus is now helpful to me. My writing has gone downhill since last year... Try to deal with me warmly, yeah?
Looks like this writer is too pitiful... Attempting to write a story of Pandora Hearts, only to ruin it with her horrible writing...
Well, it seems like you're still in Maze if you're still reading this. That's so nice! Here's a piece of candy. Read the wrapper.
"Thanks for reading this wrong turn. You're allowed to turn back and take that right turn." It says.