Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-26571677-20160227030137

His dreams were filled with the complete opposite of what he would've wanted. He was alone in a black room, no light anywhere, and there were sounds everywhere, horrible sounds.

The cackling laughter of the sadistic Lyko. The feeling of knives against skin. The struggle against the concussion as he tried to save someone. And the finisher, multiple voices of the ones he'd killed, the ones he'd sent to their deaths. Mothers. Fathers. Sons. Daughters. Children. All gone, because of him.

Then there was the sickening smell of burning flesh and hair, the cries of people he loved, and then that all stopped, so that all there was left was a deathly silence.

"You could have saved me."

He span around, breaking out into a cold sweat, but saw nothing. Another voice came from his right.

"Hey Asper, Amilanthior, whatever your name is, don't you think that you should wake up? You're not saving anyone, you're not helping anyone, hell."

The voice seemed to lean into his ear,

"Even your girlfriend hates you."

He replied with a massive sigh of relief.

"Now I know that I'm in a dream, thanks. You wanna know how I know? Because I have full faith that she. Loves me as much as I love her."

He woke up gasping, and held his forehead up with a hand, recovering from his dream. Zhu-Li was still sleeping, snoring softly. He reached out with a hand and pushed away a strand of her short, black hair that had fallen across her face.

He checked his watch, and saw the time, 7 in the afternoon. They had slept for five hours! But it might've been a blessing in disguise. The sun was setting, and the sky was already turning a rosy pink. They would be idiots to miss this.

He shook Zhu-Li lightly again, feeling a sense of déjà-vu as he recounted the events of the morning which felt so far away.

"Hey, wake up, I've got something to show you."