**
Ice crystals filled the air around him. The air from his mouth shown white, creating small crystals of it's own as the cold air immediatly transformed any bit of moisture that it touched. A hand reached up and touched his face, only to find his own skin covered with a light layer of frost. And a glance down showed that he was standing upon sheets of ice, covering the ground and conceiling whatever land used to lie beneath.
He turned his head down and looked at the ice sheets below him, watching the swirls of ice and the darkness below. The world around him was dark, and yet the ice below him was darker and he could hear a sound that sounded almost like something was swinging. Slowly, back and forth, back and forth. Taking a slow breath he looked up and his eyes widened as he saw the dark and swirling sky above him.
A loud crack sounded and the ice below his feet shattered into thousand pieces, no longer providing a solid ground. His feet found air, and suddenly he was falling into darkness, the small pieces of razorsharp ice cutting into his skin as he fell faster toward the ground. Darker darkness flew up around him and swallowed him whole and then crashed around him as he hit the ground.
Wet.
The ground under him was wet, that was the first thing he noticed. He couldn't see a thing, couldn't even raise his hand to see what the wetness was, all he knew was that it was wet... and warm, unlike the air around him. Rubbing his fingers together he tested the warm liquid, only to find that it was thicker then water. A second later he realized what it was and quickly tried to stand to his feet in shock and disgust. Sadly the entire ground under him was covered with the liquid and it was slippery.
The sudden movement caused him to slip and slide, landing hard on the ground once again only to be covered more with what he could only guess was blood. He tried to stand up, when around him he started to hear voices.
They were soft, barely even autiable in the thick silence and cold around him. Just breathy whispers that lingered somewhere at the edge of his hearing. He couldn't make out the words, but he certainly didn't need to to understand the urgency in their tone. Whispers of death, threats and pain slowly began to fill the air. He could hear soft whimpers, grunts of pain and sobbing, all surrounding him in the darkness. And the thick liquid between his fingers and now covering his body from his slip, seemed to go right along with that.
Blood.
Death.
He stood up, his breath quickening as a panic began to surface. He couldn't see but he knew exactly where he was. The pit of darkness seemed to close around him and the only clue he had that he wasn't floating was the very dim light from the swirling sky above full of dark clouds.
He knew this pit. He'd never been inside before, because those who ventured in were left there, as evidence from the blood and voices and bones he was sure were collected along the edges of the cave. He was also sure that the walls were no longer smooth, but rather covered with scratches from previously failed attempts to climb out. Echos of cries for help filled the air around him, still left long after their own throats had been crushed.
Why was he here? Why was he in this pit?
But he knew the answer to that. Haku knew the answer to that. He'd failed in his mission. He'd been given a mission to kill and he hadn't completed it. And Gaara knew.
The dream around him began to hiss, like thousands of snakes coming in from all sides. Haku panicked more, backing away and turning, trying to see his hidden enemy. Then, he suddenly realized, it wasn't snakes. But rather the sound of sand pouring in around him.
The sand filled the pit at an alarming rate and Haku didn't even get a chance to stumble on top of it before it covered his feet and locked them to the ground. Hissing loudly it climbed up around him, locking his body more effectivly then any rope of binding could. No water in sight, so he couldn't use any powers and was left to struggle with the sand, which stunk of blood and death. And before he even knew it, it had reached his head.
Haku's dream was shatter with a muffled scream as the sand covered over his head and filled his mouth, sentancing him to death. Burned in his mind was a final image of Gaara's twisted smile.
Gaara never smiled.
**
Ice crystals filled the air around him. The air from his mouth shown white, creating small crystals of it's own as the cold air immediatly transformed any bit of moisture that it touched. A hand reached up and touched his face, only to find his own skin covered with a light layer of frost. And a glance down showed that he was standing upon sheets of ice, covering the ground and conceiling whatever land used to lie beneath.
He turned his head down and looked at the ice sheets below him, watching the swirls of ice and the darkness below. The world around him was dark, and yet the ice below him was darker and he could hear a sound that sounded almost like something was swinging. Slowly, back and forth, back and forth. Taking a slow breath he looked up and his eyes widened as he saw the dark and swirling sky above him.
A loud crack sounded and the ice below his feet shattered into thousand pieces, no longer providing a solid ground. His feet found air, and suddenly he was falling into darkness, the small pieces of razorsharp ice cutting into his skin as he fell faster toward the ground. Darker darkness flew up around him and swallowed him whole and then crashed around him as he hit the ground.
Wet.
The ground under him was wet, that was the first thing he noticed. He couldn't see a thing, couldn't even raise his hand to see what the wetness was, all he knew was that it was wet... and warm, unlike the air around him. Rubbing his fingers together he tested the warm liquid, only to find that it was thicker then water. A second later he realized what it was and quickly tried to stand to his feet in shock and disgust. Sadly the entire ground under him was covered with the liquid and it was slippery.
The sudden movement caused him to slip and slide, landing hard on the ground once again only to be covered more with what he could only guess was blood. He tried to stand up, when around him he started to hear voices.
They were soft, barely even autiable in the thick silence and cold around him. Just breathy whispers that lingered somewhere at the edge of his hearing. He couldn't make out the words, but he certainly didn't need to to understand the urgency in their tone. Whispers of death, threats and pain slowly began to fill the air. He could hear soft whimpers, grunts of pain and sobbing, all surrounding him in the darkness. And the thick liquid between his fingers and now covering his body from his slip, seemed to go right along with that.
Blood.
Death.
He stood up, his breath quickening as a panic began to surface. He couldn't see but he knew exactly where he was. The pit of darkness seemed to close around him and the only clue he had that he wasn't floating was the very dim light from the swirling sky above full of dark clouds.
He knew this pit. He'd never been inside before, because those who ventured in were left there, as evidence from the blood and voices and bones he was sure were collected along the edges of the cave. He was also sure that the walls were no longer smooth, but rather covered with scratches from previously failed attempts to climb out. Echos of cries for help filled the air around him, still left long after their own throats had been crushed.
Why was he here? Why was he in this pit?
But he knew the answer to that. Haku knew the answer to that. He'd failed in his mission. He'd been given a mission to kill and he hadn't completed it. And Gaara knew.
The dream around him began to hiss, like thousands of snakes coming in from all sides. Haku panicked more, backing away and turning, trying to see his hidden enemy. Then, he suddenly realized, it wasn't snakes. But rather the sound of sand pouring in around him.
The sand filled the pit at an alarming rate and Haku didn't even get a chance to stumble on top of it before it covered his feet and locked them to the ground. Hissing loudly it climbed up around him, locking his body more effectivly then any rope of binding could. No water in sight, so he couldn't use any powers and was left to struggle with the sand, which stunk of blood and death. And before he even knew it, it had reached his head.
Haku's dream was shatter with a muffled scream as the sand covered over his head and filled his mouth, sentancing him to death. Burned in his mind was a final image of Gaara's twisted smile.
Gaara never smiled.
**