[ dream 001 ]
Maka is running; running as fast as she can. Her boots push off the ground, launching her forward rhythmically. The air is as cold as ice as it rushes by. The most horrible feeling of dread is coiled in her belly, knotting around her intestines painfully. The world around her seems turned to stone, without of life or color. In her hand she feels the cold metal of a scythe. But it is dead metal. It isn't her buki. It isn't her friend. She is alone.
The world is shattering. She must hurry or all will be lost. The Kishin has awakened. She must stop it or the world will be devoured by insanity.
Running, running. Through seemingly the endless tunnels of stone deep beneath Shibuzen. The air is full of terror- full of its suffocating acrid smell. Fear seers her heart but the solid determination of her soul keeps it from consuming her. She must stop the Kishin! She keeps running.
All of sudden she's there, in the room scattered with fallen friends. It's thin, clothed in long pale strips of its own flesh. It's unbearably frightening to look at, but she forces herself to focus on it.
It is turning to escape. No!! She runs and grasps one of the long strips of its thin flesh, cold and unnatural to the touch. It is pulling her up. All she can do is hold on. Her every instinct screams at her to let go. She closes her eyes and holds on even tighter. They erupt into a dark red sky and Maka is falling, but not to earth. Wide jaws that she cannot see are opening wide beneath her. She falls and is being swallowed up by terror. Her eyes are wide, pupils are dilated. She feels her mind almost snapping when...
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Maka suddenly wakes up screaming. Sitting up in her bed she stares around the strange room with wide eyes. Where am I!? The moment of disorientation passes and Maka breathes a sigh. Somarium. And that was just a dream.
Maka slowly gets up to get a glass of water.
"I guess it's to be expected to have nightmares about that. I don't remember it being so terrifying at the time though..." she murmurs to herself, unaware of the blackberry broadcasting all of this from her pocket.
The world is shattering. She must hurry or all will be lost. The Kishin has awakened. She must stop it or the world will be devoured by insanity.
Running, running. Through seemingly the endless tunnels of stone deep beneath Shibuzen. The air is full of terror- full of its suffocating acrid smell. Fear seers her heart but the solid determination of her soul keeps it from consuming her. She must stop the Kishin! She keeps running.
All of sudden she's there, in the room scattered with fallen friends. It's thin, clothed in long pale strips of its own flesh. It's unbearably frightening to look at, but she forces herself to focus on it.
It is turning to escape. No!! She runs and grasps one of the long strips of its thin flesh, cold and unnatural to the touch. It is pulling her up. All she can do is hold on. Her every instinct screams at her to let go. She closes her eyes and holds on even tighter. They erupt into a dark red sky and Maka is falling, but not to earth. Wide jaws that she cannot see are opening wide beneath her. She falls and is being swallowed up by terror. Her eyes are wide, pupils are dilated. She feels her mind almost snapping when...
--
Maka suddenly wakes up screaming. Sitting up in her bed she stares around the strange room with wide eyes. Where am I!? The moment of disorientation passes and Maka breathes a sigh. Somarium. And that was just a dream.
Maka slowly gets up to get a glass of water.
"I guess it's to be expected to have nightmares about that. I don't remember it being so terrifying at the time though..." she murmurs to herself, unaware of the blackberry broadcasting all of this from her pocket.