Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191217183339/@comment-36159587-20200122151030

The Hunter froze for a moment, but continued swiftly.

It felt like a swimming dream to him, where he was drowning, somehow. But the water was not water—it was fire. It burned at him, trying to gnaw through him, it felt like—

Was his heart burning? He swore every beat had turned into the pulse of the flame consuming him.

This was a strange dream. He hadn’t dreamt in…how long was it…?

Was it…months? No, it had been longer than that. He hadn’t slept in months; he knew that, even here. Besides, for the past month, he spent his nights sitting outside of Helen’s door as she slept, flipping through pages of paper, trying to carve every word into his mind. He hadn’t dared to sleep, but now he seemed to be sleeping, and he couldn’t wake up…

It felt as if he could never wake up again.

It was familiar. This feeling was familiar to him.

He tried to recall the memory of drowning in a place this, or perhaps, just in any place. Not just the premonition that he was being suffocated, but the fact that his surroundings choked him, and tried to drag him under to their depths.

Or perhaps it was this place? It rang out to him familiarly. Though how, he could not say, except for the fact that he wanted out. He was not struggling outwardly, but he could feel that, somehow, as if he were using his own telekinesis to stop himself from sinking.

No, his dreams had not been this real before. They were surreal, of course, but not enough for him to be able to subconsciously use his Sixth Sense. Which meant…

There was someone carrying him?

His mind turned like a broken clock. Who was carrying him?

Were they the ones preventing him from drowning, or was he…

He remembered, suddenly, bullets that hit him all at once. Six years ago, that dream…as he lapsed into unconsciousness, a deep sleep he didn’t want to be in, even if it was a reprieve from the painful reality at the time.

The burning feeling had faded, but he couldn’t let it fade. He fought for it—for the painful reality he wanted to be a part of.

After all, he had said he would keep living, and he intended to keep his promises.

“Time.” Hitan’s voice sounded hoarse. “Put me down, please.”

Somehow he managed to continue sounding polite, even though he sounded like, if he were a complete mortal, he’d be dead already. He knew that, so why did he want to be put down?

The Hunter Echo was fighting spun and kicked her, while the other just decided to flip over some of the spikes, once again hacking some to get its way through.