Mafia Fire
Chapter Four
Dreamt
The sun and clouds roamed happily around in the amethyst skies, rivers flowed peacefully and the trees danced with every stroke of gentle wind. Bird's glided in the heavy summer air and chirped every so often. Hyrule's dizzy heat waves warmed the field to a relaxing temperature…just a typical summer day was un-folding.
Typical…it's just so typical.
Ryley groaned as the itchiness of dead grass scrambled his neck, he felt light-headed yet the headache was flushed and his poor strength returned…
Poor…he's just too weak.
"Where am I?" Ryley's curious dark eye's grinned with all the sunlight. His back felt taught and soar, he tried to get up but he felt pain pierce so he lay back down on the grass…but it was now flowers. "W-what?" he moaned, as he picked a daisy and held it in the sunrays admiring the bleach like pedals. Ryley smiled slightly, all the chaos from the other night was lifted and forgotten.
Forgotten…not remembering.
He sighed in agony, his ear's felt cold and sensitive, like he was lying down on Tundra snow. "I'm in…Hyrule field? Wait, that makes no sense!" He bolted himself up and franticly searched around him. All the surroundings looked normal and innocent he gave a serious curious glare into his sights. 'I' am in the field…' He pulled himself together and stood up, he felt strangely dizzy and disoriented. Loosing his foolhardy balance he sat back down. "Ack, I feel horrible…" He chanted over and over in his head.
Horrible…Dreadfully Sickened.
He closed his eyes and clenched his teeth "This doesn't feel right!" Opening his eye's yet again he cracked his knuckles from buildup and forced his shaken body up, his bony legs rumbling with numbness. He started to stroke them with his fingernails, although he thought he was; he couldn't feel it whatsoever, thankfully the hefty waves of warm summers' breeze he could feel. When he raised his hand – they were covered in blood?
"ACK!" He yelped while trying to rub it off, he summoned all of his bleak courage and stared at his legs, they were knee deep in a thick, distasteful pool of oozing blood. Suddenly, the air around him turned heavier, like inside a bathroom full of steam, and fell. He could feel his cold breaths thinning and coughing with stress and it thinned into nothing.
Ryley clenched his throat with his left and right hand; his eyes were stinging with questions and answers but what to choose? There were so many, but only so much air space, finally he let go. The silent hum of the wind echoed annoyingly in his ears, it was to close, to close to death. He went fuzzy, his eyes shut and he fell backwards. Slapping against the water as he sunk deeper and deeper. Bubbles sighed from his mouth and throat and the pressure grew more. Then, he hit rock bottom… the ground below him was soft, and warm- almost like a deathbed. Fluttering his eyes open, he gaped! The bloody water was gone! It was replaced by the daze of night, the heat, the stress all that weirdness was gone. Shaking his head slightly he stood up, his feet, firmly planted on the ground this time, and raised it and set it down –Not asleep.
The field was full of memories, to his left was the village, and to the right was the beaming castle and the countless people running about. In front were the ruins of yester hour. The steam still poking through at random spouses, he lowered himself further, picking through the scraps as he did earlier. His nail dug into something soft and yet firm; brushing the neighboring pieces there it was… a human nose.
Ryley Shot back like a slingshot, clutching his hand in his jacket as his mind screamed terribly. He backed away and never stopped, further, and further away his eyes trailed. Circling the area with wide steps he walked faster away, towards to bliss, the blurry sand clouds that captured his new interest of adventure. The cloud moved! It twitched with speed as it raced towards Ryley, a split second before it hit –he smartly shielded his eyes as he rippled past him.
It was more long than wide. For a good two minutes he was blinded, the sand shifting against his body, and the air plugging his nose. When it died downwards, and so did his thin hair he coughed and rubbed his eyes once more.
Around him, was a burning village; the ruins were rebuilt through that sudden storm somehow. And as like a photograph it froze, the still pose of flames and broken houses polluted the scene. However, unlike a photo, capturing the image, the sound effects continued. Fire crackled and chirped, while footsteps drew nearer and nearer.
Distracted by the image; Ryley turned a second to late.
His Dad, with his enormous hands grabbed his shirt collar, leveled him up to his face and smiled with a huge, unpleasant grin. "…'Allo Ryley." He spat at him, his light blue eyes piercing into Ryley's dark pair.
No words were spoken. For a brief moment, it was quite –even the sound effects stopped this time. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by the metal material forming unquestionably in his hand.
It was a sword, the same one his Dad always treasured with a great obsession, never came to his mind why, though. After a split twitch of a sigh he was swung to the ground hard, knocking the hot air out of his lungs and body. Link started beating on him for absolute no reason; unbeknownst to Ryley that he had a weapon.
Kill him! A gruff, vicious voice yelled into his ears, his canal still processing the sentence KILL HIM!
I could…never…
KILL HIM! This time; the words were more hesitated and more powerful.
Ryley's eye shed a tear as he raised his foot to his Dad's own chest and pushed, causing him to raise and his Dad to fall in opposite heroism. Pointing the sword upwards, shining all the flames…and the redness of his anger he twisted it and thrust downwards at a forceful angle.
Dirt danced in the pit in landed in. Symmetrical from Link's head it almost brushed his hat. He had miss. And meant to, how could he ever murder his own nearest and dearest? His old man? The person who stands for his existence? He just couldn't, but the tear could cry. He lost all strength and will and fell beside his Father. Facing the other angle.
A lifting clank of the sword came to life, and a piercing of a body ringed into his mind.
Ryley stood up, regaining all his life's strength and power in a split millisecond. Link, laid there, blood trickling from his mouth and eye's staring into the fog of nothingness. What the hell happened? He never did it?
"Serve's him right" A Spiteful voice chuckled and laughed as he walked away, Ryley glared uncontrollably at him, his heart beating so loud it could deafen him.
Turning back to the body he cried, it was too much, too fast
"JUST WAKE UP!" He screamed at no one.
Ryley gasped for air through his tears, collected air then screamed again: "Wake up! It's all just a dream!"
The land around him started to heat up, a horrible sight of the corpse burning was the last thing his brain could remember, an unholy coldness shoved after the unearthly heat, and snow piled on the land ever so silently. The sky- a dull grayish blue, and the sun, a dead yellow. Ryley sat there, staring at the frozen ground, tears stuck on his numb cheeks as he searched for an answer in his logical mind.
"It's just a dream…" He chanted while struggling for his answer.
Above him, that murderer laughed godly. Raising a blunt dangerous weapon, he swung it at Ryley's feverish head.
He awoke in the rundown piss pot shed that he fainted in "x" number of hours ago, his headache jack hammering at his skull and stomach. Ryley seriously felt like he was going to die, the pain was hurtful and unforgettable and to him seemed like there was no end. The life he stepped into was bleak and there was no hope for him whatsoever, his would eventually be founded, what point was there to live anymore?
A smooth, silky hand brushed his forehead lightly; the pain was absorbed and replenished as he felt a little ray of wellness. Dizzy, and dumbfounded –Ryley fell silently back into a sleep.
End.