Dream 001~
[It was dark, he couldn't see much in front of him, like he was stuck in a cave with no way to light his path. He felt cold and everytime he opened his mouth to call out to someone, anyone, it was like his lungs froze up and he couldn't breathe, let alone speak. So he kept walking, hoping the darkness would give way to something different.
Without warning there was the sound of a scream and pleading, a woman pleading for her life and he started running, the sound of his feet pounding against the ground echoing in the dark. He had to get to the woman, he had to save her from whatever or whoever was attacking her. Once again he tried to call out, tried to let her know he was coming to help, but, nothing came out.
The woman screamed again and then it was cut off sharpley and a thud sounded from ahead. Sirius increased his pace, willing himself to run faster than he ever had before, but, still the darkness didn't receed. Shortly there was the sound of a man's voice, he was yelling, asking why, demanding an answer, and then his voice died as well, his unfinished sentence cut off with a girggle and Sirius' heart stopped, though, his legs didn't. He was going to be too late.
Slowly, the darkness began to give way as he approached what was almost like a street lamp in the dark. His pace slowed as he approached, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. Lying in a pool of their own blood was a man with black hair, his glasses off and to the side of his body, beside him was a woman, turned away from him, but, her redhair, made a more disturbing red, with blood, told him all he needed to know. They had been murdered, and he hadn't been there to stop it....
He finally managed to tear his eyes from the gory and heart-breaking scene to look at the lone figure, his back to Sirius, but the bloody knife in his hand was encriminating enough.
'Why? Who are you?' Still, his voice didn't work, but, Sirius wanted to scream and shout and throttle whoever this was that had done this. The person looked up, as if he was only just now aware of Sirius' presence and turned to look at the other boy, a small, familiar smile on his face.
"Isn't it great? Nothing will hurt them now..."
Sirius stared, shock not even beginning to discribe his expression as disgust and dispair battled to gain his attention. It wasn't possible...but there was no denying it. Although the face was splattered with James and Lily's blood, it was unmistakably his own. Sirius was the one responsible....he was the one who had killed two of his best friends.]
[With a shout, Sirius shot bolt upright in bed, cutting off the dream. Unbeknowst to him, tears were making their way down his face as he stared unseeing at the wall of his room, the nightmare playing itself over and over in his mind.]
Without warning there was the sound of a scream and pleading, a woman pleading for her life and he started running, the sound of his feet pounding against the ground echoing in the dark. He had to get to the woman, he had to save her from whatever or whoever was attacking her. Once again he tried to call out, tried to let her know he was coming to help, but, nothing came out.
The woman screamed again and then it was cut off sharpley and a thud sounded from ahead. Sirius increased his pace, willing himself to run faster than he ever had before, but, still the darkness didn't receed. Shortly there was the sound of a man's voice, he was yelling, asking why, demanding an answer, and then his voice died as well, his unfinished sentence cut off with a girggle and Sirius' heart stopped, though, his legs didn't. He was going to be too late.
Slowly, the darkness began to give way as he approached what was almost like a street lamp in the dark. His pace slowed as he approached, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. Lying in a pool of their own blood was a man with black hair, his glasses off and to the side of his body, beside him was a woman, turned away from him, but, her redhair, made a more disturbing red, with blood, told him all he needed to know. They had been murdered, and he hadn't been there to stop it....
He finally managed to tear his eyes from the gory and heart-breaking scene to look at the lone figure, his back to Sirius, but the bloody knife in his hand was encriminating enough.
'Why? Who are you?' Still, his voice didn't work, but, Sirius wanted to scream and shout and throttle whoever this was that had done this. The person looked up, as if he was only just now aware of Sirius' presence and turned to look at the other boy, a small, familiar smile on his face.
"Isn't it great? Nothing will hurt them now..."
Sirius stared, shock not even beginning to discribe his expression as disgust and dispair battled to gain his attention. It wasn't possible...but there was no denying it. Although the face was splattered with James and Lily's blood, it was unmistakably his own. Sirius was the one responsible....he was the one who had killed two of his best friends.]
[With a shout, Sirius shot bolt upright in bed, cutting off the dream. Unbeknowst to him, tears were making their way down his face as he stared unseeing at the wall of his room, the nightmare playing itself over and over in his mind.]