The trees pull away from one-another and reveal a gate.
Two-bit knows that he is walking in a "dreamscape" and cannot return home.
His giggling demons laugh harder than ever before.
Two-bit smiles. He must never sigh, for that shows what he is feeling inside.
He walks forward and pushes the gate open.
He already knows what awaits him on the other side.
'Am I supposed to be afraid?' He asks himself as he enters the sacred garden.
Unicorns run from all directions to greet him.
He smiles again, and inhales deeply; the sweet scent of lilies enthrall him.
"Is this it?" Two-bit asks out loud. "Am a done for? ...Not going back this time?"
The whimsical classical music plays haphazardly and all of the unicorns dance away.
Two-bit begins to dance his way through the garden, for that is the only way to move here.
As he spins, the world becomes a blur, he blinks twice and he begins to feel something tugging on his foot. He glances down, spinning even harder, for this is usually where the dream turns into a horror film.
The grass was wrapping its way around his foot, getting ready to swallow him up and take him down to the land that has conquered, and this land is conquering him all over again.
He stops spinning and lunges as hard as he can, breaking some of the vines that had overgrown him, but they just kept coming...
"Oh, nickles!" He says, rolling his eyes. "I guess this little trout's destiny lies under-foot."
Two-bit let the greenery completely consume him and draw his blood until he was naught but shining white stone covered by the herbs from the garden of desolate anti-mercy; and with this change in life's forces... the clown's soul traveled down through the unholy valley of uncertainty. The pains that held him in his tragic unexpressed emotional state of "Man" went gracefully to the hell hounds... and if he should awake...
"May god have mercy on his soul..."
Ponyboy crying in a home,
Johnny gone not so sweetly as the tears keep pouring,
Sodapop pounding on death's door,
Taken and shoved in the direction of the sacred garden,
While in the hospital, he lies still.
Darry, grimacing when he thinks of how he could've saved them all,
Darry, cold, Darry... The demons whisper "He's next."
Steve, seeking an exit where there is no escape.
The writer, trying to normalized their deaths.
"How wicked do you have to be?" Two-bit asks in the abyss...
A, I'm Dallas Winston.
I died and became a Dei.
And I choose to narrate.
The obstacle at hand:
Sanity.