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Oct. 27th, 2012 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iambetadraconisNo matter how hard he tried he realised that getting sleep in the Bar at the End of the Universe [now one muliverse over] wasn't going to happen.
Asking for the strongest sleep potion Bar was willing to give him he was determined to take full advantage of the time anomaly he'd grown used to over the years and go home.
He was going to get some sleep. It was not going to come peacefully...
He was run, run, running down that old familiar path that wound its way through the stand of old trees that lined one end of the family's home in England, the late autumn grass tickling his feet as the crisp air filled his lungs.
He was moving quickly, but he didn't care. And the sounds of leaves crunching, a boy laughing and a woman crying provided a nice little backdrop to his movements.
"They will take you, and you will be gone!"
He didn't notice at first but the grass began to turn dark, all the way to black, and it grew. Becoming vine-like and undulating sinisterly.
He was standing still now, as the waving mass of vines grew about him.
"They will take you, and you will be gone!"
The ground shook and he stumbled.
Bursting out of the soil black shapes rose, vines growing out of their backs. They were shaped like wolves in every way but two: their heads were human, white, featureless. And they were emaciated-thin.
He looked about him. There had to be at least a dozen of the strange creatures.
"Mama I'm here. I did not go away."
"But they will take you, and you will be gone."
The wolves did not move but for what was growing out of their backs.
"You betrayed me."
"Master let me deal with him."
The wolves waited. His feet felt rooted to the turf. He wanted to run but could not.
"Brother you betrayed us."
"KILL HIM!"
The vines shot forth, wrapping themselves about his body before he could so much as move.
"KILL HIM!"
They wrapped, wrapped, wrapped tighter and tighter, until he felt his veins burst and his bones crack.
"KILL HIM!"
The vines began to retract, though they did not loosen. He was being pulled at from all sides, and he felt his body being torn apart as his vision dimmed—
He screamed into the night, eyes darting about the room.
A dream a dream a dream...
Asking for the strongest sleep potion Bar was willing to give him he was determined to take full advantage of the time anomaly he'd grown used to over the years and go home.
He was going to get some sleep. It was not going to come peacefully...
He was run, run, running down that old familiar path that wound its way through the stand of old trees that lined one end of the family's home in England, the late autumn grass tickling his feet as the crisp air filled his lungs.
He was moving quickly, but he didn't care. And the sounds of leaves crunching, a boy laughing and a woman crying provided a nice little backdrop to his movements.
"They will take you, and you will be gone!"
He didn't notice at first but the grass began to turn dark, all the way to black, and it grew. Becoming vine-like and undulating sinisterly.
He was standing still now, as the waving mass of vines grew about him.
"They will take you, and you will be gone!"
The ground shook and he stumbled.
Bursting out of the soil black shapes rose, vines growing out of their backs. They were shaped like wolves in every way but two: their heads were human, white, featureless. And they were emaciated-thin.
He looked about him. There had to be at least a dozen of the strange creatures.
"Mama I'm here. I did not go away."
"But they will take you, and you will be gone."
The wolves did not move but for what was growing out of their backs.
"You betrayed me."
"Master let me deal with him."
The wolves waited. His feet felt rooted to the turf. He wanted to run but could not.
"Brother you betrayed us."
"KILL HIM!"
The vines shot forth, wrapping themselves about his body before he could so much as move.
"KILL HIM!"
They wrapped, wrapped, wrapped tighter and tighter, until he felt his veins burst and his bones crack.
"KILL HIM!"
The vines began to retract, though they did not loosen. He was being pulled at from all sides, and he felt his body being torn apart as his vision dimmed—
He screamed into the night, eyes darting about the room.
A dream a dream a dream...
