A Dream

There's nothing more to this story than I'm telling, but I block from entering the past too much, some thoughts I wish to keep hidden.

They need not know the whole truth, even if I might not make it with them. I can't speak from the past as much as they freely can, "I see… Axe, here and I… was in a team before this crazy stuff,"

I don't bother looking at them or giving them any interest, he's a dumb ass, and will always be, as, for Lixa, his stupidity blinds her.

Sweat drops prickle on my forehead as soon as my eyelids flutters, she's gone… no, where could she have gone? Probably with that moron.

I lift toward an open ladder. Why would they leave without telling? I climb downstairs and search the house. Where could she be?

I peer at the front door open, no noises, nothing alerts me, too strange, where could she be? Why would she leave me in such danger?

What if this all was a dream? What if I was facing this alone? What if my hallucinations consumed me once again?

I hide around the corner, a soft voice cursing underneath her breath… I know that voice, I peer at the figure, shifting her crossbow toward her chin and stretching toward the icy metal…

"Don't open that door,"