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We Despise The Wretched
11-11-10, 03:16 AM
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He watched himself stand idle and statuesque from the other end of the hall, as if from another person's eyes. Trevor stood alone in the middle of a burning hallway. Lucid flames screamed as they tore at the surrounding woodwork. Somehow they avoided him completely, but the heat was unbearable. He was unable to move, something gripped his feet; unable to speak or breathe, smoke filled his lungs; barely able to see, ash invaded teary eyes. Looking around, there was nothing but surreal blackness beyond the one hallway. It couldn't be real. Yet the screams, they were bone-chillingly piercing. People were dying, somewhere, but there was no way to see.

Footsteps... Hastening quickly. Trevor's gaze snapped down the hall and past himself to witness another quickly approaching with his arms risen. The man was an ambiguous shadow from so far away, it was hard to discern just who it was. Was it anyone? It all seemed too distant to comprehend. The man came quickly, with harmful intent. Trevor felt his own heart beat quicker as the shadow of a man came closer, but he couldn't move, couldn't defend himself. Time seemed sluggish until the moment the shadow swung down at Trevor's head, and all went dark...