Dream Series 2
Oct. 5th, 2009 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
notevendreamsHe is buried up to his waist in sand. Flat, cracked, dry, barren sand that reaches with a groaning stretch to the horizon on all sides. He is stuck in it. No matter how he pulls and struggles, he can't get out.
After a moment he discovers why. His skin has melted to it. The desert has fused with him. The cracks run up his sides.
Someone is standing in front of him. He looks up.
It's her.
Who is she?
He can't see her face. She doesn't have one. It is hidden behind a bleeding mask.
She reaches down. Takes him by the arms. She is going to pull him out of the sand that has become a part of him. That he has become a part of. He knows he wanted to get out a moment ago, but.... not like this...
He looks up at her shaking his head, pleading, unable to speak. Don't do this... Please...
"It's gonna hurt," she says.
And pulls.
The sound of rapid-fire gunshots melds into the sound of pounding rain and then [this]
After a moment he discovers why. His skin has melted to it. The desert has fused with him. The cracks run up his sides.
Someone is standing in front of him. He looks up.
It's her.
Who is she?
He can't see her face. She doesn't have one. It is hidden behind a bleeding mask.
She reaches down. Takes him by the arms. She is going to pull him out of the sand that has become a part of him. That he has become a part of. He knows he wanted to get out a moment ago, but.... not like this...
He looks up at her shaking his head, pleading, unable to speak. Don't do this... Please...
"It's gonna hurt," she says.
And pulls.
The sound of rapid-fire gunshots melds into the sound of pounding rain and then [this]
