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The figure of what looked like a small boy cloaked in the shadow of the night scrambled down a small dirt road, his breathing ragged and painful as his tired legs pumped to pull him away from the oncoming parade of men and women with guns and/or torches. The child pushed himself hard, fear shining in his eyes, lighting his way as his adrenalin gave him the fuel. A small explosion rung out in the air and the boy tripped over himself, tumbled over himself and slid to a halt, the rocks and sand of the road grating into his left shoulder before gravity reclaimed his suspended form crashed to the ground with a dull thud. The child let out a howl of pain that echoed in the minds of every member of the deathly parade, when the howling finally silenced, the child sat near the edge of the road, cradling his knee and whimpering.

"What should we do with it?" Was the most popular question among the procession as they looked over the boy. Their eyes glowing a hellish color in the torch light. The child shrunk back as if trying to escape within himself. "It's not of this realm, Kill it." As one voice spoke the ill gotten words, the rest of the procession joined in, turning the horrid phrase into a sickening chorus of malice. As the men reached for the boy, the boy sprouted black fur and unfurled himself to reveal a black furred wolf pup with crimson eyes, growling angrily at the surrounding group. One of the men held a pistol out and just as he pulled the trigger the boy lunged at him.

Deamithus opened his eyes and yelled as he sat up in his dorm room bed. "That dream again..." His left hand moved to his chest until his fingers hovered over a round scar near his stomach that seemed to threaten his rib cage. "Why do i still have it?"

Climbs out of his bed, not caring that he is only in his jeans and walks over to the door opening it. "yeah, sorry about the noise."

Stretches and opens the door enough so he doesn't have to hold it. "Recurring nightmare. But I can't figure out if it's about me, or someone I'm linked to. Or if it's all just a side effect of some kinda drug I didn't know I took."

Chuckles. "Not to be disrespectful, but hypnotism doesn't normally affect me." Smiles sleepily. "Besides, I don't want to chance something going wrong and having the weight of someone's injury on my shoulders."

Looks at the arm and sighs. "I guess I can give hypnotism a shot." shrugs and yawns. "So do you need to come in, or what?"

Hits the ground, sleeping heavily.

In Dream> He looks around a dark room, wondering what happened. "What the hell did that guy do to me?" As he looks around he hears a faint crying noise, something like the sound of a child in pain or lost. "Is anyone out there?" He walks in the direction of the sound, but even though he feels himself walking fast, the crying is approaching slowly.

Laying still, seeming to be sleeping peacefully.

In Dream> After a short trek, he notices a small child, almost identical to the one in his dreams. "Hey... are you ok?" Am I imagining this? The child turned to look at him, and Daemithus felt as if his breath was torn from his lungs. The kid was the kid from his dreams, but not only that, now that he got a better look at the kid, he realized that the child looked a lot like him. "Y-you're me... little me..."

His muscles begin to tense as the sound of his bones shifting, breaking and changing sounds in the still air.

In Dream> The kid looked at Daemithus and began crying before standing up and running to him, wrapping his arms around Daem's waist and hugging him close. "It's ok, Daemie... it's ok." Daemithus felt strange using his mother's nickname for him on his younger self, but was rewarded when the kid stopped crying, let go of him and backed up.