fallen dreams { a series of deaths }

Andy wasn't expecting this. The sudden shot of pain that hit him through his veins and coursed through his brain. It made him scream. Cry. It was everything that Andy hadn't felt before. It was like ice on a sunburn or stepping on hot coals - they made him scream in his head. It was a horrible feeling that nobody should ever experience. He felt like he was being torn apart piece by piece, being brought down step by step until his reign will end. Until it'll fall ; into the dark hole of empty bodies and escaped dreams.

Into the depths of where my old emotions lay.

Where the dreams that my parents told me were too high to catch had fallen into. Gravity had been to great on their forces and made it impossible for them to be pulled back up. I never learned that they were actually impossible. I always got told they were impossible - but it was one of those things where they told you something to get your mind off of it. I once dreamed of happiness, you know? That's when I realized that dreams never come true.

Only nightmares do.

He thought about his family for a moment. No, not the mother and father that birthed him - he could probably care a bit less about them. He cared about the people who made him happy. That made him smile, look up at the sky and recognize that the blue in it told him it would be a great day. The ones that told him to conquer every sliver of darkness that he saw and make it fill with color and brightness. Let his aura of dreams and happiness come through ; make a story from it. Paint, even. Create his own world and escape the darkness that surrounded that area. Maybe it'd make him happy too.

He wondered what the druggie would do. Would they shrug it off - take another drag of the cigarette they held onto and blow out another air in memory of him? They could be filled up with their high, on cloud nine and see the screen and imagine that it was just the drugs talking. There was no way he could have died this fast so easily, right? There was nothing in the world that could take the Dreamer, the Artist himself off of his podium of happiness. There was no way that in only weeks that their nights will be filled with one less friend in their hands.

What would the crazy do? That answer was obvious; she was the closest connection to him of their group because they were the real oddballs of the group. Always off in their own world, trying to find innocence and happiness in everything they could. The crazy is the child of the group ; so friendly and naive towards the world and not expecting that anyone would ever act in harsh ways to get what they want. She would probably face the world as her friend. When she would see his death, she would not realize it. When they were little and they found a dead cat on a side of the road as they were walking to their normal circle out in the fields - she thought it was sleeping.

She approached it with a bright smile and awe in her eyes, like there was nothing better in this world.

She called to it -
"Kitty," there was a pause before she called to it again, "Come on kitty, wake up!" A look of questioning and concern was imprinted on her face as she approached closer to it. "Kitty?" You could hear the anguish that was in her small voice as she came to a small realization. "Andy, she's not moving." It started as a warning. A caution to whoever was around as if he hadn't known it already, despite their young ages and innocent minds.

It dawned as her, and Andy has yet to hear to this day a scream louder than hers. She sobbed, crumbling to the ground with her head in her hands and attempting to cradle the inanimate corpse. It kept falling, and she kept trying to hold it up in her small arms. Astrid never cared if it was healthy or unhealthy to touch the cat as much as she did, but it was rather hard to believe she would care.

She took the cat with them to the site they normally gathered in, a small circle of dirt surrounded by grass and flowers, and buried the cat there. Astrid named it Blue-Eyed, because she found the color of the sky to resemble the loss of the kitten. Blue grooves, blue moods. They gathered a bouquet of flowers for the kitten, placing it at the gravesite and then Astrid gave a small speech in honor of the kitten mainly involving babbles and sniffles. Astrid never forgot that day, and neither did he. It was a connecting time between the two and she would, without a doubt, know that he was dead. He prayed to god that she only stayed as sane as she was right now.

The quiet, he didn't know much about. He'd bite his lip, close his eyes and clench his fist in the sight of the loss of Andy - but he would not speak. Mumble under his breath a "god damn it.." or a ".....fuck" in shock of how quick the event happened. But, Atticus would never speak. It was a rather hard thing to believe he would and the male from nine expected that they would keep their prayers and their hopes inside their head. Stored away to whatever demons wanted to take them from him.

The knight would stand up and fight - protest the idea of Andromeda being gone like he could do something about it. Mention how it should have been him and that they pulled out the wrong person of the bowl. But how does that exactly happen? Whoever gets pulled is pulled; the only way it isn't them is that if they volunteered for it. Unfortunate for Andy, Rift never took the chance and volunteered for him. So now they would stand there in the square. Watching Andy die, possibly cursing at him for having no will to fight back that well, and blame himself for it.

Rift would look at the life that once was a part of his, and feel like shit for not defending it well.

The mother owl would likely be very sad. She was a mother to all of us - held us together and made us be unified in our decisions and often could come with a final deal for all sides of the argument to be settled. She made the rational decisions, the good decisions. Maya made sure that they would all stay safe and made sure that they felt safe. Checked in on them and brought their feelings up when they were at the lowest of lows, making sure that every single one of them was important to the regular circulation of life. Maya would feel like she had lost a child of hers, and she has.

But she left him happy for his life, so what should he ask from her?

The peace would be disgusted. Horrified at the idea of fighting and almost even petrified that it was Andromeda being the one that was getting close to dying. Like someone figuring out that one thing happened when everything seemed to be going the other. There was no telling what the peace felt, because Daniel was a rather peaceful person. He found himself in harmony and in complete refusal of any kind of violence and hostile environments. He liked safety.

It let him know that people would keep breathing. Kept him on his feet, stepping and leaning from side to side as if in some robotic rhythm. Peace meant harmony. And he liked it when there was nothing to ruin his mood. Peace was the best way to soothe the soul, and Daniel was the most soul filled person he's ever met.

He wondered what Andy would do. His corpse - his afterlife. What was to come? Andromeda was anxious of that moment. Transitioning from black and white emotions to something of gold. Happiness and peace (god, Daniel would love it). He was excited to finish the case, move onto the relax period. Andy was prepared, in the peaceful heart of his mind and the roaring passion of his heart to keep moving.

Just shut it down already, he commanded to himself. Andy wanted this pain to end.

"Glad to meet your appeal." Andromeda said, with one last scream, heart and all.

It was time.