DREAMS OR MEMORIES???..

***In Navi's subconsciousness..

'Did I.. No, did he do this?!.', Navi asks himself with the distraction of the mind-bulging question numbing his constant mental pain for a moment.

 The sword beside the boy.

 The blood stained Claymore sword by the young boy side tells a vivid story about the situation as soon as Navi's gaze lands on it.

 Flashes of scenes in the former cold darkness of the room replays in Navi's mind.

..

*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*..

 Gun shots rings out as feet scramble around in panic with dark figures of people looking left and right while trying to see.. anything.

 "WHO'S WITH THE TORCH?!!!!.", A gruff voice shouts out on anger and terror at no-one in particular.

 "TURN ON THE F*CKING TORCH MATE!!!.", An other voice says with pure panic in his tone as he breaths out heavily while gripping on the axe in his hand tighter.

 Panic rings out amongst the dozen or so men followed by scuffles of panic and tension and then finally, a beam of bright touch-light shoots out amidst the pale darkness.

 In an instant, a sense of relief spreads a bit but the tension is still high as ever as everyone present stops moving with only very deep and heavy breaths resounding in the room.

The person holding the touch seems frozen for a moment of silence and then he moves. Turning the torch around with the touch's beam of light passing across the room, the light reveals to him and the other few who are still alive mostly the dead bodies and blood of those who have already fallen to not who but rather what can only be described as a monster!.

 Breathing heavily, the touch-holder uses the light to scans the entire wide room even to the roof yet there is no signs of the monster they fear.

Tension rises with every moment but this does not bring them any relief but rather an extra dose of deep dread.

 Soon, the light beam stops moving while focusing only on a shadow.

The shadow is cast on the blood stained wall and it shows the standing posture of the monster they they are caged with but the problem now is that.. there's absolutely nothing in the line of the touch that can cast such a shadow!!!!!.

Dread seems to flow through the bloody room.

 From the shaking of the beam of light, one can feel the levels of fear coursing through the touch-holder's mind and body.

Darkness blinks then..

*SLASH*

The touch's light gets put out as a silent slash divides the touch in two.

Less than a second later,..

*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*..

 Gunshots rings out through the sudden darkness as wild sprays of bullets fly in the direction of the formerly turned-on torch while pouring into and killing its former holder.

 The one still alive in the room have their breaths heavier as they seem to try to look through the darkness with tension rising in the air.

They are not trained for this. Humans.. yes!. They are trained to be like machines to fight and kill humans but definitely not this!!!.

*LOUD AND CLEAR BONE SNAP!..

*SLASH!*..

Another slash tears through the air as the ones still alive hears another body drop to the ground.

†!¡**¡!†

*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*..

They immediately turn and spray shots but they already know its all for nothing.

He just cannot be killed.

He is a demon!. A demon raised by the devil herself!!.

*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*..

 "WHERE IS HE?!!. WHERE IS..

*SLASH!*..

 Another body drops dead in the darkness..

And then, the games are over. The 'demon' dives straight at the rest.

*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*..

 "Please, I'm..

*SLASH†*

*SLASH!*.

*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*.*PA!*..

(‡¡!!Gunshots!!¡‡)

 "Aaarggghh..

*SLASH†!*..*SLIDE THROUGH..*

"Run!!..

*SLASH†*..*TWIST..*$LASH†*..

And finally,.. *STAB*.

A choked groan comes out from a throut followed by the sound of a sword being ruthlessly pulled out of torn flesh and bones.

*SHUA†*..

..And then a final *SLASH!* that sends blood and a head flying through the chilling darkness.

..

 With this sound, Navi gives a big gasp as he rises off his bed with his eyes shooting open and his chest heaving up and down heavily.

 He wakes up!..

 Covered and wet with cold sweat, he finally wakes up!.

..

..

 It takes a while before Navi finally fully catches his breath from his nightmare though his mind is soon crashed down by a new magnitude of physical pain immediately afterwards.

 It's already morning, maybe even afternoon considering the intensity of the sunlight burning through the windows.

The late night rain has been chased off through the early morning and the former chill of the weather has been heated up to a more normal temperature.

 Navi's room-mates must have departed early for training so it's only Navi left in the quarters.

 Navi's fingers trembles as he brings them slowly in front of his face while gulping down hardly.

Those memories, those emotions, that wild intensity.. He is not him right?!.

 Why can't he convince himself that it isn't him?!..

 His hands stained by blood, the swiftness in every slash of his sword and the indifference to the splashes of blood that comes as a result of his actions!.

 Surprisingly, Navi is at most disturbed but not bothered by what seems to have been 'his' actions or the reasons behind them as instead the only thing on his mind is..

 "How?.".

Navi whispers softly with his eyes still on his trembling fingers.

 How does he feel those emotions?..

 How does he relate to that mysterious yet terrifying boy in his images?..

 How does these scenes get into his mind and how does he understand the language(Japanese) they speak?.

 ?..?..?..

 These things are obviously too realistic and too detailed to be mere dreams or hallucinations so are these memory-like scenes perhaps,.. his memories?!.

 Navi breaths in deeply as he immediately considers in this direction with his breathing rythm becomes stable while immediately puting a stop to his trembling body.

 Pushing himself up despite the protest of his strained muscles and crying bones, Navi sits up straight while using the wall by his side to support his back as he looks towards the opposite wall.

 The terrifying voice he's so used to expecting does not pop the question this time but that doesn't reduce his sufferings one bit.

The emotions, the sensory overload, the voices and the cold of that snowy grounds has done quite the number on Navi's body and mind.

 Apart from the slight increase in pain, the only thing that had changed this time is that Navi's curiosity is rising despite the torture.

 He wants to know the rest of the story!. He wants his questions answered but at the same time he's afraid his body and mind might completely break down from the strain of 'dreaming'.

 Atleast for now, Navi plans to put things one step at a time. First, he needs to find out the dangers and benefits that comes with this nightmare-memories and then he needs to put that on a scale.

 The rest would have to come later.

 For now, Navi is going on the road to recovery after well.. sleeping.

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