(( Sorry for being away for so long! Had ALOT of shit going on, don't want to talk about it. =| ))
Cyr groaned, drifting into a deep, deep sleep. The posion being warded off, however - his body was taking the strain from it as it tossed and turned. A fever breaking surface. He clutched the sheets tightly as images began to came to his mind...
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Whipsers... thousands... Thousands of whispers, where? Who? What was... It was bluury, jaded. Disfigured, people trying to reach out to him, their voices soft and hushed. Calling to him, whispers. Memories. Thoughts. Lives. Visions of the academy, sounds of laughter and joy, screams erupting into the mix. They were call coming, then they blackened out, and Cyr stood alone in a black abyss.
Where... Where am I, what... Wha-... The confused boy thought, he turned around, a blinding light shining into his eyes. He saw himself, a child - running around playfully. A girl ensuing, giggling as they tumbled about in the whitness. Laughing, they seemed to grow older. laying next to eachother as their heads neared one another, the teenage elf blushing wildly, her brown hair trailing to the back of her neck before a scream resounded, the image shook. Bluuring before dissapating as the sounds of terrified screams, sirens... Helicopters, cars. Gunshots, bullets, the crunching of bones, the last - terrified cries of men as they realized their mortality. Flooding back, rushing, closer, closer - The wails of terror were flowing through his mind! I-I can't I C-Caan't-
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"NO!" He screamed, suddenly waking up. Tears flowing for his eyes, his entire body numb as he clutched onto the sheets. He felt nauseous, but he didn't want to do anything, sitting there. The droplets of his contained sorrow dampening the bed beneath him. He lay backwards, silent now. Gazing up at the ceiling.
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