• Randon clung to the mantel piece in disorientation, his eyes burned and his dream stabbed it's way into his waking moments. He knocked over pictures and CD's while something stuck in his throat longed to be released but was kept, and held with a tight grip.
    He felt a sharp internal scream.
    "GOD DAMNIT!" He bellowed, with a bit of a cathartic reaction reaching his lips. The pain devoured him. All he could see, in the wake of his nightmare was shredded metal and his own bloody hands gripped around the carcass, pleading to a god that he didn't believe in.