The boy ran, as fast as his legs allowed him to. He wore a backpack bigger than his upper body, and a black raincoat, as black as his long hair. The leaves and sticks crumbled beneath his steps, but he couldn't stop.
Not when they were chasing him.
There were four of them, not as young as him, yet not that old either. They had swords and blades, and all he had was his stick. He couldn't do anything against them, he was still just a boy. They, on the other hand, were at least 16.
So, he kept running. But it didn't take him long to stumble and hit his-
Gabriel Summers woke up with a gasp.
"Hey, hey, hey," He felt familiar arms around him. "Gabriel."
It took him a couple of seconds to mentally exit the dream. He was at their house again. The rain droplets fell from the ceiling in the metal bucket. The wood creaked. It smelled like mold, but also like tea. Scott usually brewed it early. Alex slept until noon because he worked late. Their mother heated up potatoes from last night.
"A nightmare?" Scott asked, slowly letting him go.
Gabriel nodded. "I got reaped."