The woods

Prologue

You don't know life until it flashes before your eyes. You don't know how precious everyone is until you almost loose them. No one could understand that there was no fear in the heart of mine. I don't crave death or wish this fate upon myself. So why do I only grieve and not fear. I look to the left where I see the brown eyes of my younger brother figure. He is visibly in fear and grief. Tommy stands in a glass barrier feet away from me. He is a tall boy with a white shirt and red sleeves, denim pants and quite dirty and bloodied. His blond hair falling and sticking out messily, the poor boy could never get his hair to sit right could he? I am going to miss him dearly... I hear the dark snarl of the voice my life is in the hands of. He laughs and appears from the shadows.
"Hello dear Wilbur. How did you enjoy my woods?" The malicious, green smile asks me. I smile at him.
"What is the point old friend? My life ends here doesn't it?" With that I hear banging on glass and screams of Tommy not to far away. The smiling mask chuckles and takes his axe out from his back sheath. He points it toward me.
"Do you want me to spare him?" The smiling mask ask Tommy. I look toward my "younger brother" and shake my head violently. Dream will only spare in turn for another life, if Tommy where to die I could not live with myself.
"Let him go!" Was Tommy's muffled reply through the glass. Dream shook his head.
"It is not that easy young one. You see if I where to let this one go" Dream says while jerking his axe toward me, nearly scraping my neck. In turned earned a string of curses from Tommy. "Then you must die at the hands of me." Dream finishes.
"No!" I answer for Tommy desperately. Tommy simply shakes his head.
"I will take his fate!" He says boldly.
"No, Tommy!" I yell at him shaking my head. Dream chuckles at us.
"Well if you two can't decide then I might as well kill both of you." Dream says in pure delight.
"Kill me!" Tommy yells at Dream, banging on the glass.
"NO!" I command, rising to my feet. Dream laughs lightly again, swinging his axe over his shoulder.
"Well... I guess both of you." Dream states calmly. I glare at him and his ever smiling mask looks back at me.
"No! Just me." I declare looking at him. Tommy screams in defiance in the background but Dream laughs.
"Fine then. Just you, Wilbur." Dream declared and with that he flings his axe toward my chest.