Chapter 7 Nightmare
Bret finally laid down to sleep, since starting this whole crazy adventure he hadn't had any rest. Everything was just spiralling and he had no idea how to stop it, so when Raven suggested he lay down before his training started he lept at the chance. Raven didn't say how the Earth situiation was but she wasn't happy about it, muttering about stupid Hu-mans.
He was more shocked that he could find somewhere on an ice planet that was warm. Storm had showed him where he could freshen up. He was tempted to ask her to join him but he figured that she wouldn't understand what he was asking. All the thoughts were flying madly in his head, he couldn't grasp any thought for longer than a second, he tried but they vanished instantly like melted ice drips. He turned over and tried to empty his mind, but nothing helped. He was able to relax and breathe for a second, the dark quiet of the inn echoed around him, silence had never felt so heavy.
Then it started, the screaming, the calls for help. Bret tried to get away but his feet wouldn't move, it all flashed in front of him like a movie, he couldn't do anything about it, all he could do was watch. Then he moved, feet thumping against the ground, he ran outside to try and help but all he saw were the bodies, blood turning the white ice a thunderous shade of red and all he could see was the carnage, broken twisted bodies landing at his feet. His eyes tried to look away but they refused to close.
He kept trying to help, maybe this was his destiny, to help Raven's people survive this onslaught. Sadly there was nothing he could do, except watch as Raven put her bloody knife into her own people. Their blood washing over her, that mad laughter whistling through his ears. The screams kept coming and Bret kept trying to fight but with every breath he was losing, Raven kept killing enjoying all the twisted choas she had created. Soon it would be worth it, and their worthless lives will be void just like Bret's would be and his destiny would be void. Her knife plunged into his belly, watching the blood ooze from the wound, another stab to the neck and Bret tried to claw at her face, at anything but nothing but air.
Bret gasped himself awake, the nightmare still flashing in his head, he had no idea what it was, nightmare or vision. Either way it was scary to have in his skull. Breathing barely came but he managed it.
"Hello"
She was at the end of his bed, her head cocked to the side. Those pretty silver eyes now a dangerous red, her black and silver hair done up in pigtails. If she wanted to go for creepy she had certainly nailed it.
"Raven"
"Not quite"
