Who: Kinomoto Sakura, Ichijouji Ken, and Monou Fuuma (I think? ^^;)
What: Sakura's having nightmares and accidentally wakes her potential as a yumemi. Unknowingly walking into someone's dreams, she finds something very interesting...
Where: Dream world, though physically, Sakura's still in the room Ken not-so-nicely pushed her in.
When: Coincides with War putting up the post with the recording of Sakura having nightmares.
Rating: PG for Sakura's nightmare. >_>;
Open: Not at all! XP
Sakura felt as if her heart kept breaking. She wanted to tear her eyes away from the scene but couldn't, her vision filled with scenes of her friends and her precious brother being tortured and killed.
Dimly, she recognized it to be a dream, like the one she had had about her brother's body lying lifeless with that strange man looming over this. But this... this was a thousand times worse. Her friends weren't already dead -- they were dying, and begging her to help them. But she couldn't move, couldn't do anything but cry and pound helplessly against the invicible barrier that kept her from rushing to their aid.
"Please stop it..." she sobbed. "I -- no more! Just stop! Please! Stop it! I can't -- "
She was unable to continue as her small form was wracked with sobs. "Just stop it..." she begged, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt so weak, so insignificant...
She couldn't take anymore... she thought, closing her eyes, though she couldn't block out the screaming. She would do anything... anything to put a stop to it...
Somewhere, a globe of light sparked into being. It was a small thing, but it continued to pulse softly with power, growing with each second, until --
Her eyes snapped open, overly bright and filled with desperation. "STOP IT!" she screamed.
-- light spilled forth, filling every dark corner and crevice, leaving nothing untouched by its blinding glow.
Sakura fell to her knees, barely able to catch herself in time before collapsed completely. She lifted her head, looking around silently. The screaming had stopped. No more images plagued her. She stood in an empty hall lined with an endless amount of doors, not unlike the room she'd been locked in, all dark and silent and filled with a cold that seeped into her very being.
Shakily, she stood, her knees buckling. She forced herself to her feet though, and managed to stumble down the hall. Mutely, she walked down the seemingly endless corridor. Anything was better than staying where she was and remembering those horrible dreams.