by salemboy » Saturday 5 September 2009 4:17:37pm
It had been 15 years, 4 months, and six days since Damien had been inside the wasteland. Yet, even with all that time in between, it still terrified him. Bodies were strewn across it, lying in heaps next to eachother. They were bloody, torn apart by forces unknown, lying in contorted ways, even as Damien had left them when he had killed them.
A body stirred, moaning, a harsh, coarse moan, that causes one's ears to itch in discomfort. Another moan joined it, as another body began moving. As the two bodies arose, more voices came in, some moaning, some crying, others sobbing. A baby's crying could be heard resounding across the wasteland, the same way it was screaming when it was tortured to death.
The bodies were moving towards him, the two earlier joined by thousands more. They were making all possible sounds, screaming, crying, yelling, laughing from insanity. They kept moving towards Damien... never ceasing.
Damien tried to turn, to run, but found that he was chained again. As the first body approached him, it pointed its finger at him. A sudden surge of pain swept over Damien's body as he screamed in agony. Sweat poured from him as the pain coursed through his veins. His vision was blacking out, a ringing in his ears was overcoming him. He could feel his hands, his arms, go limp from the pain, and his legs twitch uncontrollably as he felt the pain go through him.
Then a voice, that same voice from so long ago, resounded through his head, "Why did you kill us, Damien?"
Damien yelled out in pain as he fell on the floor of his room. He was sweating terribly, feeling his limbs twitch from fear. Breathing heavily, he pulled himself up off of the floor and crawled over to the sink, only to throw up into it. Wiping his mouth, he fell back down onto the ground.
It had been years since he had had that dream... but... why? Why was he having them again? He shut his eyes momentarily, trying to calm down... then opened them again. He looked at his watch. Breakfast was in 20. Pulling himself together, Damien got on new pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Stowing his wand his his jeans pocket, Damien set off for breakfast.
Walking into the hall, he saw that many of the students were already there, including Geneve and Liam... For some reason or another, the two didn't seem to be talking. Damien sighed. Kids, they could be so irritating.