[DARK MONTH] - ONE
Title: ONE
Author: Xanthos Samurai
Fandom: Super Smash Bros. Brawl
Pairing/Characters: Pit
Rating: PG-13
Length: 174 Words
Warnings: AU.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own anything but the arrangement of the words on the page.
Notes: And it begins...
Prompt: Sleepwalking - Pit - Super Smash Bros. Brawl - Suggested by karmacitadel .
Nightmares find their way anywhere and everywhere. They are like gasses, expanding to fill any space they occupy. Like nocturnal predators they slink through the night, invading even the most sacred of places.
Even Heaven.
Dreams of tunnels plagued the sleep of a young Angel warrior named Pit. Tunnels with roofs so low that he had to bend almost double to run through them. It was so dark within the twisting and turning that he couldn’t see anything, relying only on his sense of touch to guide him. The walls were slick and slimy and the gunk coated his wings as they scraped against the sides of the tunnel and weighted them down so that he could not have used them to fly even if he had been out in the open. Pit ran through the tunnel, stumbling on the slickness and clawing his way through the muck until he could pull himself back to his feet only to continue blindly forward.
His breath came in short gasps and this sound, mixed with the muffled thuds of his feet and the constant rush of water at his heels. It was always behind him, roaring and hissing like a thousand wild beasts waiting to overtake him. He could smell it - the earthy, rotting stench of water that’s been too long underground.
The dream was familiar, but familiar bred only terror here. The dream came night after night and Pit knew it by heart - every twist of those slime-slick tunnels, the sensation of the water wetting the backs of his legs whenever he slackened his pace. It was false, but he could not convince his sleeping mind that it wasn’t reality.
And then a sudden burst of blinding light and the ground and ceiling vanishing from the reach of his feet and fingertips. He screamed in pain as the light scorched his eyes and pressed his hands to them, aware that he was suddenly free and falling. He would wake before he hit the ground. He always did.
When he opened his eyes again, he was still falling. His back was to the ground so many miles below and his face was turned up, towards Heaven. Towards home. He was really falling.
How did this happen? Was the dream real? How had he gotten here? Pit’s mind was suddenly full of the clarity of the damned. Sleepwalking.
Falling was not a fear of Angels - after all, had they not wings? He willed his pinions to beat, to thrust him back up towards safety and haven, but they hung limp, as though dead.
It was then that Pit realized that his body was still trapped in the dream were his wings were useless. His body had made his nightmare a reality.
He could do nothing except claw the air as he fell down, down, down to earth.