Dream - [008]
Warnings: Spoilers for Pandora Hearts
Dream Effects: Fear and Sword injuries
He must have passed out at some point. It was totally dark. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear a soft hitching sound, which he quickly recognized as tiny sobs. It didn’t take him long to realize who it was. Leo… It disgusted him that he knew what his friend sounded like when he cried even without seeing him now.
“Sorry… I’m so sorry, Elliot!”
It was like someone flipped a light switch. Finally, his vision returned, perfectly in focus. Leo was sitting before him, his hands buried in his hair as he sobbed. Elliot stared for a moment… But he knew that he was kneeling over something. He stopped breathing, because he knew exactly what was going.
Every part of him told him not to look down. He knew what he would see already. He’d been haunted by these same images almost every day in his head for months. Reluctantly, his horrified gaze slowly tracked down to his shaking hands, which were clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword… That was pointed straight down to plunge into the bloody body beneath him… He knew who it was, without even looking.
“M-Mother…?”
He was frozen on the spot over her still form. He couldn’t move away, but he also didn’t dare try to remove the sword from her. In his mind he was repeating over and over again that this wasn’t really happening. This was a dream, and he knew it. Every part of his being was cursing his mind for forcing him to have to see what he had done all over again.
It was a few seconds too late that he realized that Leo had just let out a shriek. The Nightray family’s heirloom sword was snatched from his grasp, grotesquely squelching out of his mother’s back. Elliot’s head snapped up in shock, but before he could even understand what was happening, an immense pain exploded straight through his chest.
Towering above him, glaring coldly and emotionlessly, was his father who had just thrust the sword that he had entrusted to Elliot into the heart of his own son.
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[Elliot let out a sharp gasp as he awoke, feeling like the air had been shoved out of him. A hand automatically went up to his chest, feeling for the apparent sword wound, but he didn’t find one. He stared up at the ceiling, panting to get his breath back as he ran the image of his father’s face through his mind. His family was everything, and even though he had hardly seen him, his father was still always on his mind. The look on his face… It was like murdering his own son meant nothing. Even if this was all just some fabrication of his own mind, to think of his father in that way was sickening.
… In fact almost too much so. The pain from the sword wound wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t in his chest anymore. Elliot groaned, rolling onto his side and bringing his palms to his eyes as he felt his head pounding. ]
Dream Effects: Fear and Sword injuries
He must have passed out at some point. It was totally dark. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear a soft hitching sound, which he quickly recognized as tiny sobs. It didn’t take him long to realize who it was. Leo… It disgusted him that he knew what his friend sounded like when he cried even without seeing him now.
“Sorry… I’m so sorry, Elliot!”
It was like someone flipped a light switch. Finally, his vision returned, perfectly in focus. Leo was sitting before him, his hands buried in his hair as he sobbed. Elliot stared for a moment… But he knew that he was kneeling over something. He stopped breathing, because he knew exactly what was going.
Every part of him told him not to look down. He knew what he would see already. He’d been haunted by these same images almost every day in his head for months. Reluctantly, his horrified gaze slowly tracked down to his shaking hands, which were clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword… That was pointed straight down to plunge into the bloody body beneath him… He knew who it was, without even looking.
“M-Mother…?”
He was frozen on the spot over her still form. He couldn’t move away, but he also didn’t dare try to remove the sword from her. In his mind he was repeating over and over again that this wasn’t really happening. This was a dream, and he knew it. Every part of his being was cursing his mind for forcing him to have to see what he had done all over again.
It was a few seconds too late that he realized that Leo had just let out a shriek. The Nightray family’s heirloom sword was snatched from his grasp, grotesquely squelching out of his mother’s back. Elliot’s head snapped up in shock, but before he could even understand what was happening, an immense pain exploded straight through his chest.
Towering above him, glaring coldly and emotionlessly, was his father who had just thrust the sword that he had entrusted to Elliot into the heart of his own son.
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[Elliot let out a sharp gasp as he awoke, feeling like the air had been shoved out of him. A hand automatically went up to his chest, feeling for the apparent sword wound, but he didn’t find one. He stared up at the ceiling, panting to get his breath back as he ran the image of his father’s face through his mind. His family was everything, and even though he had hardly seen him, his father was still always on his mind. The look on his face… It was like murdering his own son meant nothing. Even if this was all just some fabrication of his own mind, to think of his father in that way was sickening.
… In fact almost too much so. The pain from the sword wound wasn’t gone, but it wasn’t in his chest anymore. Elliot groaned, rolling onto his side and bringing his palms to his eyes as he felt his head pounding. ]