DEADLY DREAMS
Shoutouts from A Dream (First Version)
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BOOK III
Crimson Mysteries
Is it a dream?
Dark clouds litter the western horizon.
One lone figure stands upon the shore, gazing out over the bay.
Wind whips around him, messing up his dirty blond hair.
He stands, still as a statue. Watching. Waiting.
Waiting for his one to return.
He remembers his eyes, the dark eyes that shone with love and admiration, every time he looked into them.
A memory. Nothing more than that.
A crisp breeze now blows around him, making him shiver.
He draws a sharp breath.
Winter is approaching fast. He must wait for as long as he can.
The sun sets and still, he stands alone. Only a lantern lights the small area around him.
The moon rises bringing with it memories of days gone by.
Of the time when he held him hostage.
Of the time when he gained a power of his own.
Of the time when they dove into the depths of a great abyss to retrieve a sacred amulet.
These memories flood his mind. He hums softly.
Shadows surround him. He is unaware of their presence.
They call out his name.
"Hunter!" He ignores their calls.
The moon is now halfway across the sky. The air is cold. The tide has gone out and washed back in.
A bat flutters overhead, squeaking as it passes.
Distant sounds can be made out in the night. Sounds of the highway.
Sounds of where Tori was killed…
Is it a dream?
He sees a light flicker in the distance. He stands alert.
No sound passes his lips.
The light draws nearer.
"Hunter!"
He hears voices, but they are memories; not real sounds being made.
The light draws nearer.
"Hunter!"
Still, he awaits the light.
The light draws nearer.
"Hunter!"
A voice, closer now. Behind him.
He turns. He expects to see nothing.
He sees a shoe, floating in the air.
He sees a leg. In the shoe.
Shorts. Shirt. Face.
A silent scream passes his parched lips.
The light draws nearer.
Withered skin on bone is before him.
The light draws nearer.
Red, evil eyes glow at him through sunken eyes; eye holes in the skull.
"Hunter!"
The light draws nearer.
He falls to his knees, awaiting death.
"Hunter!"
Shadows encircle him. He is doomed.
The light draws nearer.
The shadows thin. He looks up.
The light draws nearer.
The body is gone. A child hangs in its place. A young girl.
"Hunter!"
He touches the child. She is still warm.
The light draws nearer.
He cuts the rope that circles her neck. She does not stir.
Hunter!"
He tries to resuscitate her.
The light draws nearer.
Is it a dream?
"Hunter!"
Voices. In his head. They distract him.
"Hunter!"
The light draws nearer.
He cannot revive the child, but senses danger and sees the light coming nearer.
"Hunter!"
He picks her up and runs.
The light draws nearer.
"Hunter!"
Numbness fill his body as he hears the growls of savage beasts wanting him and the dead, rotting flesh in his arms.
The light draws nearer.
"Hunter!"
The beasts follow the scent of fear.
"Hunter!"
He trips!
"Hunter!"
The girl is gone.
"Hunter!"
The beasts leap on him.
"Hunter!"
The light draws nearer.
"Hunter!"
He struggles for breath.
"Hunter!"
Is it a dream?
"Hunter!"
He feels his life now ebbing away from the wound in his neck.
"Hunter!"
The voices fade. He is happy.
"Hunter!"
The small girl looks over his face and screams, but his ears no longer work.
The light draws nearer.
The girl fades and becomes his love. He too, screams. But he fades to blackness as his life ebbs away.
"Hunter!"
Light…
"Hunter!"
Growls…
"HUNTER!"
Screams of children, mothers and fathers being mauled, like he was.
"HUNTER!"
Light…
Voices…
Growls…
Screams…
Light…
Screams…
Voices…
"HUNTER!"
Shouting…
Light…
Screams…
Light…
Confusion around him…
"HUNTER!"
Voices…
Light…
Voices…
Light….
Screams…
Is it a dream?
His world spins….
"HUNTER!"
He wakes.
His face is wet.
He turns his head quickly.
No screams.
No growls.
No shadows.
No voices.
He sits up.
Cam hurries over and hugs him.
"You are alright!" he says.
He nods.
"You must have had the same thing we had!" Blake told him. He indicates Tori and himself.
"It was strange," he says. "Screaming…light…shadows…"
"Do not speak more," Sensei says. "We will discuss more in the morning."
Hunter gets home and sees a pink ribbon in his garden. He ignores it.
He makes himself some dinner.
He has a shower.
He pulls on his boxers and slips under his covers.
He closes his eyes.
He feels some pain.
He does not awaken this time.
Is it a dream?
Art: Is it a dream? Please R & R and tell me what you think.