Dream or reality?



Hi ^^!

So now I'm wasting the time with my gibberish ... and ran into the fic:





* ~ ° ~ ^ dreams ^ ~ ° ~ *



He was standing in a room. Everything around him was white, the walls, the ceiling and also the floor, which consisted of an indefinable liquid. Amazed, Ray looked down at his feet, he was standing on this liquid. Was it water? He wanted to bend straight down and touch the surface that radiated such fascination for him. The water (?) Began to shake gently and small circles ran through the surface. The Chinese looked up to find Drigger standing in front of him. "Drigger? What, how did you get that here?" his voice echoed softly in this infinitely large room. The Bitbeast looked at him with its unfathomable eyes as if trying to tell Ray something. The magnificent tiger turned, just turned his back on him. “Drigger! Where are you going?” The Bitbeast didn't respond. "Drigger !?do not leave me alone! Wait for me! "Ray carefully felt his way forward with his foot, he was afraid that this liquid would give way and he fell in. When he was relieved to find that he could walk normally without drowning, he took a quick step towards his Bitbeast. He started to run it had come this far. He could barely recognize Drigger. The room that had seemed interesting to him a minute ago now scared him. "He was running now, he could hear his steps being accompanied by a soft splash. “Drigger!” There it stood motionless, he was only a few meters away. But Drigger wasn't alone, a being stood (?) Next to his Bitbeast. It seemed to shine from within, his hair shone in indefinable colors. Colors that Ray had never seen, colors that could not and should not exist. The narrow, light face looked small and fragile, but the creature's eyes radiated an old, whiteness and purity.They were black. Fascinated, the teenager gazed at the creature's deep black pupils. Although the eyes had been fixed on him seriously, they seemed to be smiling at him, crying, comforting him, all in the same instant. He only held the gaze of the creature for a few seconds, he continued to examine it, his gaze followed the gentle waves of her (?) Dress. It sparkled, glittered, looked like a mixture of light and shadow and still looked indescribably friendly. The being was slim, almost fragile, but nevertheless it radiated strength and power. His gaze slid up again, he paused. He didn't believe what he saw. A huge pair of wings protruded from the shoulders of this pure being. The feathers shimmered in different color facets. Ray gasped "Are you a ... angel ?!"

The being looked at him. Her eyes looked sad, she looked at him and opened her small, delicate mouth. She spoke to him. Or not? The Chinese didn't understand them.Her voice was melodious and bright, almost as if it was singing. It spoke words, words that Ray didn't know, had never heard, but they sounded familiar. He looked enchanted at the beautiful creature. A faint sound at the angel's feet. Drigger gave a kind of whimper. Concerned, Ray turns to his Bitbeast. It stood and trembled, didn't look at him, it looked at the angel. The angel nodded her head gently. The Bitbeast disappeared as if it had never existed. Horrified, Ray looked at the place where Drigger was sitting. Those melodic words again. He looks again into the angel's unfathomable eyes. He saw pain, grief and ... compassion. Ray didn't understand, the words were too strange for him. Her eyes started to fill with tears. A single tear ran down her tender cheeks. Ray froze. There were no tears, there are no bright red tears, it was blood. He watched with horror as this tear of bright red blood dripped from her cheek as if in slow motion and approached the surface of the water.As the blood wetted the surface, something changed, as if everything were shifting, time stood still. It was getting dark. Ray looked at the ceiling. It was no longer white, it was gray-black. The water at his feet also began to shake, it turned red, blood red. He stared at the angel. “What is that ...?” The creature lowered its gaze, with more and more bloody tears leaving its eyes. Then it folded its wings. Horror, bottomless horror that was the only thing he could still feel. Because where the emptiness should normally be behind the angel, YOU were.

Kai was sprawled on the floor, his face averted from him. He didn't move, didn't breathe. He felt nothing more than emptiness. He looked at his team boss, only now did he see the dagger stuck in his back.

"No ..." these words left his lips tonelessly. Then he saw Kenny. He, too, was lying on the floor, his arms and legs were bent unnaturally, in angles that couldn't exist, the multiple broken fingers were helplessly stretched out towards him.Even without Ray having to look him in the eye, he knew Kenny wasn't breathing anymore, his heart had stopped beating. But the sight of Max and Tyson made his blood run cold. They were clung to each other on the floor. Her broken dead eyes were still wide open in horror. Their throats were cut and the many scratches and gashes were evidence of a slow agonizing death.

"No." his voice was cracked and rough. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo well ..." The salty liquid made its way faster and faster over his cheeks. "Nooooo!" It sounded choked. Ray closed his eyes. He didn't want to believe it, he didn't want to see it, he didn't want to. He felt the angel gently put his arms around him. He gratefully sought consolation, a simple - it's not true -. "Hey, come on, it's just a dream." He opened his eyes, sought the angel's gaze.No angel. It wasn't an angel. It was Max. He wasn't in this creepy room, he was in his bed. In their hotel. He wasn't alone, Max was there and the others. Ray welled up in tears. “Max!” He started to sob and buried his face in his friend's shoulder. "It was a dream just a dream." Max calmly stroked the Chinese on the back. Ray sniffed, "Thanks Max, I-" He froze, looking at the floor. He didn't want to believe what he saw, he couldn't, it isn't real, it shouldn't be there. But it was there, in the middle of the floor. A feather. It was tall and sparkled in many facets and unfathomable colors. ~ It was a dream, just a dream ~ Max's words echoed scornfully in his head.





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Yeah, I know, shit ends .. I like it but when the end is open ...

So I would be very happy about clerks.

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