Snippet #1826486

Abram sighed as the guard walked him to his room,"You know. I can walk to my cell on my own you know, I am not a child." The guard ignored is complaint and kept on walking behind him. Abram rolled his eyes as the guard unlocked his cell and he walked inside. His back was turned as the guard locked the cell door, and continued to walk inside the cell towards the bed. Laying down in it, he looked up at the ceiling for a while his vision being taken away from him by sleep.

He looked around and realized he was in dream mode and started walking into a burning house. His feet being heated by the kitchen stove heated house, but not really effecting him with pain, but with a tickling pleasure. He continued to walk towards the fire and stopped inches away from it. Crackling and crashing sounds, could be heard from inside the overly large house. From a far distance he could see a boy running towards him, crying covered in blood. He couldn't move or anything, all he could do was sit there. As the boy came closer he was suddenly snatched up by a shadowy figure. A couple minutes later he heard a scream from inside the burning house.

Abram nearly jumped out of his skin from his dream and looked around, he wasn't in dream mode anymore. Sighing in relief, he sat up in bed and put his cloak's hood over his blood red hair. The only think that showed was his light green eyes, sparkling. in the darkness of the cell.