Chapter 3

Just Another Nightmare

625 slept peacefully. He was curled up into a small ball under his sheets, and his head dug into the pillow. A small breeze from an open window outside sent a chill of cold air down his spine, but shifting around underneath his covers made him warm again, as he went into a deep sleep. He snored softly.

This time he hoped that he'd have a dream that he could enjoy, something relaxing and calming. Not unlike the recent dreams that he's been having, darkness, loneliness, pain. Those dreams have become nightmares to him. He could not dare tell Moody since the dreams were rather personal.

Those nightmares may come true as he thought if he told her, those nightmares were revealing too much of his personal emotions, that a fear of rejection came to his mind, every time he thought about telling her. But what were his dreams trying to tell him?

That was difficult for him to know about.

New dreams came and everyone of them had different beginnings and endings, but out of all of the dreams, they all had a few things on common. Moody was in those dreams, he himself was also in them, but also all of those dreams were nightmares. Every single one were nightmares.

This dream was no different.

It was dark, and a grayish fog lingered throughout the land. Looking down to the ground, he could see the grass, but it wasn't healthy; it was a dark grey color, resembling soot that you get from cleaning out the fireplace.

He looked towards the sky, as dead grey leaves fell from the sky as if was raining foliage. No sunlight; no clouds; just a barren wasteland that looked like it has been brushed out like a wildfire.

Something held out a paw in front of him. He blinked. A tannish colored arm rested against his side; then he could see himself, but appearing very slowly; from the thick fog. 625 was in his own dream again, and his whole body appeared from nowhere.

He wandered into the dead grass, and hopes of finding any signs of life. There was nothing, but he began to notice that the fog began to thin out, and letting him have a better view of everything.

He could see now that he was standing on a huge field, but there was nothing in it. Everything in the land was dead, and he was the only living thing that stood.

'' What happened?'', 625 asked himself, then his voice echoed.

He let his shoulders slump to his side and he sighed. He began to hear sniffling from a distance, but that wasn't him crying? Or was it?

He put his hand towards his face and felt no tears, then the sniffling became louder. He looked behind him; nobody was there, but he could still hear the sniffling.

He followed the noise, as it lead him to the far ends of the field. He passed by the remains of dead trees. He rested his hand against one, and the bark fell off easily, leaving his hands dark. He blew the dark colored dust away and continued to follow the noise.

That noise may be his key on wondering what has happened to the field. The fog had lifted away now and 625 could see a lot more clearly. He could see something in front of him.

She looked familiar, but something seemed wrong. She was resting on top of a grey cloud that hovered in mid-air. That familiar female experiment barely had any color on her, her soft white fur, has become a light grey, but not from signs of age. Her body was curled up, and 625 could not see her belly, to know how he or anybody else was feeling, as if there was anybody else.

He approached her, and looked at her. Why was she is this depressive slump that she was in?

She was so motionless, and then only noise that could be heard was her sniffling, but there were no tears. Could this have been an act? Or were the tears invisible? Was she grieving from the inside, but to afraid to cry in front of anyone, even though there wasn't anybody around?

So many questions whirled through 625's mind, and he wanted to get an answer.

"Moody? Are you okay?'', he asked, as his voice echoed.

The only response he got from her was a small squeak.

'' What's wrong? Why is everything so... dead?''

'' It happened while you were asleep...'', Moody replied, her voice cracked and broke.

'' What happened?''

'' A strange fire...''

'' Fire?''

Moody's replies were giving him more questions rather then answers.

'' Yes...'', she answered.

She hopped off of the cloud that she was laying on and stood in front of him. Her ears, antennae, arms, and tail were all drooped down.

" Why are you so depressed?'', 625 asked.

'' I don't know, I'm the only one left alive.''

'' That's not true! ... I'm here too...''

'' ... You?''

'' Yeah I'm still here aren't I?''

Moody replied with a sigh, and she twirled the dirt around with her toe,'' I thought you...''

She was interrupted by a loud noise, and fire began to appear out of nowhere. The wind began to blow harshly, and knocking down the remains of the dead brittle trees. Moody shrieked.

625 grabbed her shoulders and they ducked to the ground, both taking cover to protect themselves from any unpredictable disaster. He hugged her tightly from fright and comfort, but also he wanted to protect her from the disasters that were happening in front of him. He saw a volcano dig itself up from the ground then it began to expel melted rock.

625 found himself surrounded my molten lava, and sill holding Moody tightly in his arms. He knew that there was nothing that he could do...

Meanwhile outside of the dream 625 tossed and turned in his sleep. Whimpering and crying for the dreams to end. He couldn't wake himself up. Hopefully there would be somebody out there to wake him, but there was nobody.

He was all alone; having a nightmare with nobody to wake up nor comfort him.

To Be Continued...