[Dream] Week 6, Day 1
Lenalee stood on the water. She had done that often enough not to question the physics of it, but somehow this felt different; as if she was really standing on a solid surface. Her attention was captured by the gigantic crescent moon that seemed to hover just in front of her, as if she could reach out and touch it. Tearing her eyes away from it, Lenalee glanced from side to side. There was no land in sight, and no sound. Nothing moved, not even the water. Lenalee shifted her weight from one leg to another and froze as something brushed against the back of her thigh. Glancing back, she realized two things at once: one, she was unclothed, and two, her hair was long again. Lenalee took a moment to marvel at that, before glancing down at her feet. No boots. No crystal anklets or even cross shaped scars. She was truly naked.
Lenalee took a hesitant step forward, and then another. The water rippled beneath her, but held her. She continued walking, but the moon got no closer and there was nothing else. What was bellow? She looked down. Darkness. But- no, there was something. It looked like a corpse. Curiosity wining out over a natural sense of foreboding, Lenalee leaned down, getting on her hands and knees and peering into the depths. She screamed. A boy floated just beneath the surface, dressed in a vest and long-sleeved shirt. White hair fanned out around his face so that his pentagram-shaped scar was clearly visible. His eyes were closed. Unthinkingly, Lenalee tried to reach out to him, pressing her hands through the water. It felt like a hard gel; Lenalee pushed harder, and managed to bury her arms up to her elbows in the substance. He wasn’t that far down, was he? She struggled to reach farther.
“Allen,” she called, voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper.
The boy’s eyes snapped open and locked with hers. Lenalee gaped, about to shout his name when his hand closed around her wrist and pulled her under. Suddenly the water was like air as she plunged through it, and it should have been cold but it wasn’t. Lenalee held her breath, looking down at him desperately. The boy smiled at her, in a way that was so very unlike him. He continued to drag her deeper, placing his other hand on her hip and pulling her closer, reminding Lenalee of the fact that she was very, very naked. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, but he ignored her, pinning them together. Lenalee gasped at the contact, and breathed the water in, then out again. Blinking, she repeated the action. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. The white-haired boy who was not quite the boy she had come to recognize looked smug. They were still sinking.
Lenalee renewed her efforts to reach the surface, wrapping her arms around him as she kicked, propelling them up. Something moved between them, and his hand was at her throat, tilting her head to look at him. He met her gaze with a furious expression that warped the boy-ish face beyond recognition as his eyes took on a gold-ish tint. Lenalee stopped kicking, staring in horror as his skin grayed and white hair turned to black. He leaned forward, and Lenalee absurdly thought that he was going to kiss her, before he buried his teeth in her shoulder. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as blood swirled around the bite, coloring the water. Her hands clenched around the fabric of his shirt, and her body burned as if he had set her on fire (a small voice in the back of her head objected to that; they were underwater, weren’t they?). They were sinking again. The world grew darker and there was only her hands ripping the fabric of his shirt, and his teeth in her shoulder.
[Lenalee woke up with a start, heart pounding. She stared at the ceiling, just breathing for a few minutes as details of the dream trickled out of her memory. She ran through it in her mind, trying not to forget it completely, and it took her a while to realize that she had just had a new dream. How long had it been? Over a year, certainly; ever since she’d first had that dream of the apocalypse, she had had it nearly every night. Not once had she had a different dream. Was it this world that was affecting her? The significance of the dream overshadowed its actual contents, and Lenalee found herself struggling to remember most of it. Her hand ran over her unmarred shoulder. That she remembered. As far as dreams went, it didn’t seem much better than her usual nightmare.]
Lenalee took a hesitant step forward, and then another. The water rippled beneath her, but held her. She continued walking, but the moon got no closer and there was nothing else. What was bellow? She looked down. Darkness. But- no, there was something. It looked like a corpse. Curiosity wining out over a natural sense of foreboding, Lenalee leaned down, getting on her hands and knees and peering into the depths. She screamed. A boy floated just beneath the surface, dressed in a vest and long-sleeved shirt. White hair fanned out around his face so that his pentagram-shaped scar was clearly visible. His eyes were closed. Unthinkingly, Lenalee tried to reach out to him, pressing her hands through the water. It felt like a hard gel; Lenalee pushed harder, and managed to bury her arms up to her elbows in the substance. He wasn’t that far down, was he? She struggled to reach farther.
“Allen,” she called, voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper.
The boy’s eyes snapped open and locked with hers. Lenalee gaped, about to shout his name when his hand closed around her wrist and pulled her under. Suddenly the water was like air as she plunged through it, and it should have been cold but it wasn’t. Lenalee held her breath, looking down at him desperately. The boy smiled at her, in a way that was so very unlike him. He continued to drag her deeper, placing his other hand on her hip and pulling her closer, reminding Lenalee of the fact that she was very, very naked. She squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp, but he ignored her, pinning them together. Lenalee gasped at the contact, and breathed the water in, then out again. Blinking, she repeated the action. She tried to speak, but no sound came out. The white-haired boy who was not quite the boy she had come to recognize looked smug. They were still sinking.
Lenalee renewed her efforts to reach the surface, wrapping her arms around him as she kicked, propelling them up. Something moved between them, and his hand was at her throat, tilting her head to look at him. He met her gaze with a furious expression that warped the boy-ish face beyond recognition as his eyes took on a gold-ish tint. Lenalee stopped kicking, staring in horror as his skin grayed and white hair turned to black. He leaned forward, and Lenalee absurdly thought that he was going to kiss her, before he buried his teeth in her shoulder. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as blood swirled around the bite, coloring the water. Her hands clenched around the fabric of his shirt, and her body burned as if he had set her on fire (a small voice in the back of her head objected to that; they were underwater, weren’t they?). They were sinking again. The world grew darker and there was only her hands ripping the fabric of his shirt, and his teeth in her shoulder.
[Lenalee woke up with a start, heart pounding. She stared at the ceiling, just breathing for a few minutes as details of the dream trickled out of her memory. She ran through it in her mind, trying not to forget it completely, and it took her a while to realize that she had just had a new dream. How long had it been? Over a year, certainly; ever since she’d first had that dream of the apocalypse, she had had it nearly every night. Not once had she had a different dream. Was it this world that was affecting her? The significance of the dream overshadowed its actual contents, and Lenalee found herself struggling to remember most of it. Her hand ran over her unmarred shoulder. That she remembered. As far as dreams went, it didn’t seem much better than her usual nightmare.]