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- Blood in his lungs. Had to be a dream.
- Had to be, had to. Every breath further underwater, every breath - bubbling, sucking red water. Less air, less air. Each time. Every breath tastes cold, fear pressing in hot on his mind from the outside. It'll be fine, it'll be fine.
- Nothing comes out of his mouth but heavy crimson; nothing goes in but death and cold.
- Had to be.
- The weight in his body, swelling. A foreign, aqueous weight. The terror is boiling his mind; where. Where is his salvation. Where is his ending, where is the resolution - dreams have to end.
- Blood smearing on his hands; hands clutching at that clammy arm. Cold, pallid, too gray to be alive. It can't be human.
- Had, to.
- He gurgles, as the hand caressing his throat clamps tighter. Scarlet foam on his lips. Realization that he can't see- strikes. Numbly. The nightmarish fire searing at his brain called fear, slows cognizance.
- Horror crawls down his body, glacially, a putrid heat knifing through his bones. That monstrous face, inhuman, jagged jigsaw shapes stitched together; visible through the blindness.
- "You have a job to do, my friend."
- A dream... ?
- The spindle-fingers dance across his veins, chill racking his skin as the fire eats at his insides. Worms, slithering, through.
- "Stop deceiving yourself. Stop wasting time."
- Rust-flowers blooming in his mouth, copper petals pressing up against his tongue (his cheeks, between his teeth) with an acrid tang. He can't even move it anymore, roots snaking in-between the skin; wiring shut his jaw with throbbing sutures.
- ...No.
- "Get to it."
- No.
- That clammy arm with spindle-fingers slips away, like smoke from greedy hands. His soul is seeping from his neck, gushing. So far underwater now; the pressure stops the bubbles from escaping. Silence, stillness, crushing and cold and black.
- A vision.
- So this, this is, the end. The weight inside his body vanishes, swept away by inky hands. Crimson dread dies agonizingly slow.
- A...
- Prophecy.
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