Post by ಠ_ಠ on Dec 31, 2010 1:24:52 GMT -5
David tossed and turned in his sleep. His dream was terrible. Red rings around and between his eyes, like a great red mask was thrown over his face. He was in District 4, there were people running, screaming. He heard his own breath rasping as he moved. He heard a voice that wasn't his own making cruel song as the people fled:
"Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Smash, grab! Pinch, nab!
You go, my lad!
Ho, ho! my lad!"
That metal claw came into view, he heard a man cry out in pain, more red, the sound of someone pulling the leg from a roast chicken. movement, footsteps again. People running and screaming, the sound of fabric tearing, a wet thud, more red, more movement. His head was throbbing, his body was tired and jerked clumsily around, did something get him? He turned and saw a woman with terror on her face, his armored right hand crawled up her cheek, softly caressing her skin as she stared in panic. The nails dug into her face, more red, so much red. He blacked out.
David sat up once more in his bed, screaming in panic. He was pale as a ghost and his blanket had been kicked to the floor, his body was gripped by that familiar cold sweat. He scrambled out of bed and to the wall, leaning against it and staring frantically around. He reached his left hand up and flicked on the light. His window was open. He looked down slowly.
He was wearing a rather beat up shirt and pants, as well as muddy boots, there was a red paste caked all over his right hand, the armored gauntlet now coated his entire forearm, and a guard was forming over his elbow.
You're still dreaming, I promise...
David slowly slumped down on his side, crying and fighting the rising urge to throw up. The screams echoing in his head.
hehehahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...
"Swish, smack! Whip crack!
Smash, grab! Pinch, nab!
You go, my lad!
Ho, ho! my lad!"
That metal claw came into view, he heard a man cry out in pain, more red, the sound of someone pulling the leg from a roast chicken. movement, footsteps again. People running and screaming, the sound of fabric tearing, a wet thud, more red, more movement. His head was throbbing, his body was tired and jerked clumsily around, did something get him? He turned and saw a woman with terror on her face, his armored right hand crawled up her cheek, softly caressing her skin as she stared in panic. The nails dug into her face, more red, so much red. He blacked out.
David sat up once more in his bed, screaming in panic. He was pale as a ghost and his blanket had been kicked to the floor, his body was gripped by that familiar cold sweat. He scrambled out of bed and to the wall, leaning against it and staring frantically around. He reached his left hand up and flicked on the light. His window was open. He looked down slowly.
He was wearing a rather beat up shirt and pants, as well as muddy boots, there was a red paste caked all over his right hand, the armored gauntlet now coated his entire forearm, and a guard was forming over his elbow.
You're still dreaming, I promise...
David slowly slumped down on his side, crying and fighting the rising urge to throw up. The screams echoing in his head.
hehehahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...