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"Run, run, my little black sheep. Run, run or you'll fall asleep. Run, run or you'll be in strife. Run, run or they'll have your life"
The darkness crept closer and closer, the menacing voice starting off as just a small niggling at the back of her consciousness, but gradually raising in speed and volume, the thundering sound of demon mounts hot on her heels adding to the fray of confusion and panic. They were waiting. Waiting for that one small slip up. That one trip that made her fall, the one time when her ankles clipped together to send her sprawling onto the unusual soft, luscious, springy grass that was underfoot. It was almost a mocking contrast to the bleak, encroaching black behind her.
However, as if in answer to her thoughts of disapproval to this one, odd phenomenon, the grass was quickly replaced with unforgiving rocks that dug deeply into the sensitive soles of her feet, piercing the skin with every step. She began to tread more carefully, the deep crimson of the blood slowly trickling out of the larger gashes on her feet serving to spur the horrendous death on, hungry for more than what these small morsels of salty blood were giving them.
"Abbey," a surprisingly soft, but recognizable voice called through the ear-splitting racket caused by the monstrous thing behind her. Despite the softness of the voice, she could easily pick it out for the calm tone. It called again, and once more after waiting. The last time the voice said her name, it came through with a sharp jolt and a "Wake up! It's another one of THOSE dreams!"
She sat bolt upright in bed, coughing and gasping for air as the remnants of her dream, and almost being in deaths grasp fled her mind, the tearing feeling still painfully clear on her feet. She gasped as she saw the bed clothes at the foot of her bed starting to stain a deep red from large cuts on her pale, dainty, yet toughened feet. She reached out frantically for her brother who had woken her, and wrapped her arms around her. The dream being almost too much for her to handle as she softly sobbed and tried to banish the fear from her mind. Her brother affectionately closed his arms around her and let her regain her composure in her own time.
There was not much that would frighten his sibling this much, so whatever it was, it was dangerous.

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"Run, run, my little black sheep. Run, run or you'll fall asleep. Run, run or you'll be in strife. Run, run or they'll have your life"
The darkness crept closer and closer, the menacing voice starting off as just a small niggling at the back of her consciousness, but gradually raising in speed and volume, the thundering sound of demon mounts hot on her heels adding to the fray of confusion and panic. They were waiting. Waiting for that one small slip up. That one trip that made her fall, the one time when her ankles clipped together to send her sprawling onto the unusual soft, luscious, springy grass that was underfoot. It was almost a mocking contrast to the bleak, encroaching black behind her.
However, as if in answer to her thoughts of disapproval to this one, odd phenomenon, the grass was quickly replaced with unforgiving rocks that dug deeply into the sensitive soles of her feet, piercing the skin with every step. She began to tread more carefully, the deep crimson of the blood slowly trickling out of the larger gashes on her feet serving to spur the horrendous death on, hungry for more than what these small morsels of salty blood were giving them.
"Abbey," a surprisingly soft, but recognizable voice called through the ear-splitting racket caused by the monstrous thing behind her. Despite the softness of the voice, she could easily pick it out for the calm tone. It called again, and once more after waiting. The last time the voice said her name, it came through with a sharp jolt and a "Wake up! It's another one of THOSE dreams!"
She sat bolt upright in bed, coughing and gasping for air as the remnants of her dream, and almost being in deaths grasp fled her mind, the tearing feeling still painfully clear on her feet. She gasped as she saw the bed clothes at the foot of her bed starting to stain a deep red from large cuts on her pale, dainty, yet toughened feet. She reached out frantically for her brother who had woken her, and wrapped her arms around her. The dream being almost too much for her to handle as she softly sobbed and tried to banish the fear from her mind. Her brother affectionately closed his arms around her and let her regain her composure in her own time.
There was not much that would frighten his sibling this much, so whatever it was, it was dangerous.