A/N: Because it is MLK Day, I am posting a second part. Enjoy!
Requiem IV: Death's Door the Final Hour
by Bonnie Eagan & Alisa Joaquin
Part 1: A Vision So Terrible
"No! NO!"
"AAAA!"
"YEEEEAHHHH!"
Screams disturbed the night air. Gunfire shattered the silence and fire burned through the streets. Explosions tore away walls and lives. Lifeless bodies fell, stacking on top of each other like cords of wood. Blood spilled and ran like water, forming into stagnant pools to stain the earth and the very stones. Men in saffron robes fought others dressed in black, but they were quickly cut down.
"NOOOO!" Peter shot up, his eyes wide with terror. His hands gripped the sheets so tightly that his knuckles were white. His chest rose and fell so quickly he was nearly hyperventilating. He gasped for breath, as if the very air was filled with smoke, robbing him of much needed oxygen. He barely felt the hands that grasped his shoulders, pulling him into a deep embrace.
"Peter," someone called his name, the voice sounded familiar yet seemed far away.
"No. No."
"Peter, Peter." The voice continued to call him, but Peter did not answer.
"I cannot wake him. He is in some kind of trance."
"When did this start?"
"Just an hour ago. He was tossing in his sleep. I thought I would try to calm him, but it did little good. I am sorry, my son. I could not help my grandson."
"Perhaps I might be able to soothe his mind and know what it is that disturbs his sleep."
Peter continued to rock back and forth as another sat beside him. He barely felt the other's mind brush his. Recognizing that special touch he turned his head to face the man. It was his father, Kwai Chang Caine. Their eyes locked and Caine suddenly saw what his son was enduring.
"No." Horrified by what his son was seeing, Caine did the most human thing he could think of. He grabbed Peter's mind and forced him into unconsciousness.
As Peter collapsed into his father's arms, he said, "Not again. Not again."
"What do you mean by that?" Matthew Caine questioned his son.
"It was just a dream," Kwai Chang Caine stated, though he didn't believe it.
"That is not the truth my son," Matthew stated.
Caine gently laid Peter back on the bed, his head resting on the pillow.
Kwai Chang Caine debated telling his father about the hidden temple in the north.
"You must tell him, Kwai Chang Caine," Lo Si appeared at the door, surprising both.
What would bring the eldest of the Chinese community and a Shambhala Master to their door in the middle of the night?
Continues with Part 2