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Entry tags:	luca, pic fic

Episode Twenty Eight: In Dreams ...
Previously: When the gang decides to hang out on an impromptu indoor picnic, Joon gets the bright idea to sneak off with Katie Rose. They're both tired of seeing Luca so darn emo, and decide it's time to do something about it. Joon has a hunch Jake is somehow involved, and as if she knew Jake was going to show up, seems excited, though unsurprised to see him. Katie Rose confronted him angrily, and Jake shrugged it off with a warning to stay away. Since when does Katie Rose listen, anyway?




Every time I close my eyes, though I know it's coming, it does not cease to horrify me when I open my dreaming eyes ....


... and find myself in a winter shrouded forest.


Night after night it is much the same, and I'm an actor in this play, but nobody has told me the lines.


It's cold. It always is. The wind chills me to the bone with each howling gust.


I never know exactly where I am. I'm disoriented. Nothing but endless trees, endless white ...


My head is fogged, and I feel like I should be looking for something.


For what, I know naught.


A tugging on my memory urges me to enter further into the wood.


As if someone ... or some thing ... were calling out to me.


And then it happens.


Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse ...


His eyes lock onto mine ...


... and I call out to him futilely. I don't think he can hear me.


I race, as I do every night, to the tree he is standing by, yet when I get there ...


... he is gone.


The storm thickens, and an insistent sense of urgency clenches my stomach in anxious knots.


Behind me, I hear a soft voice murmur my name. I turn.


And there he is ...


He beckons for me to run, his features haunted ...


... but I can't move. Instead, I reach out to him, as if to close the distance.


I am relieved to see him, yet scared at the same time. Something bad is going to happen. Something very, very, bad.


The mourning howl of a wolf catches me off guard, and sells chills down my spine.


As if he knows ... I tear my eyes away from him long enough to stare questioningly at the creature ...


... and when I look back ...


... I see red ...


My vision clouds, I run to him, but it's as if I'm running through thick sludge. I can't get my legs to move fast enough!


There is blood everywhere ...


I fall beside him, and stare into his eyes, searching ...


... and I see nothing but death ...


The next thing I know he is gone, and once again I'm in the wintry woods alone.


Alone.


Every time I close my eyes, though I know it's coming, it does not cease to horrify me when I open my dreaming eyes ....


... and find myself in a winter shrouded forest.


Every night in my dreams ...



A.N: So last episode was pure fluffiness with a hint of plot, but now I've pressed the angst-odometer and we're kicking it into high gear! Poor Luca. I'll be posting another entry soon though with more pictures for the eye candy. As well as complaining about the blizzard conditions out there. Because I'm stupid adventurous enough to decide snow storm=photo op at the park FTW!