Bad Dreams | Newt x Reader (Being Edited)

Chapter 70-Splinters of the Past

Warnings: nightmares, grief, descriptions of blood and pain.

Y/n POV
15 days after his death

Red stained the dreamscape. From the sky and clouds to the strange fog creeping towards me. Puddles of blood were scattered on the cracked floor. The back of my neck prickled, alerting me to her presence even before I turned.

It was almost Greek in appearance. Columns of dark broken stone lined every side of the courtyard. Elevated on a platform, the Wraith lounged on a throne of gleaming white bones stained red in the dull light.

I moved to stand at the foot of the stairs leading to her. "A bit dramatic, no?"

"Maybe." A smirk spread across the Wraith's face. "You're lucky, you know? You've been out for two days and I haven't given you nightmares."

I spread my hands, gesturing around me. "What would you call this?"

She was planning to take over soon. She wanted control over a body that wasn't about to fall over dead from exhaustion.

Something hot seeped into my shoes.

I looked down as blood began to bubble up through the cracks in the stone floor. By the time I looked up, the Wraith had vanished.

The blood rose higher until I couldn't touch the ground anymore. Panic took over as I struggled to stay above it. Something startlingly cold and sharp wrapped around my ankle and pulled me under. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the blood didn't scald them. My eyes opened, seeing clearly through the red.

Lillian floated before me, missing flesh in places everywhere but her face, which was blotted red, like someone had smeared paint across it. Bone peeked through her ragged skin as black blood stained the red around her.

Her face changed horrifyingly, turning monstrous and unrecognisable, moulding from the red splotch. Bony hands clamped around my throat and I screamed, bubbles rising as my lungs emptied of air. Blood poured down my throat as everything flooded black.

I woke up with a bit-back scream, my hands going to my throat. The skin was smooth, no trace of damage from her ruined hands. My fingers traced over my neck.

"Just a nightmare," I whispered to myself.

I looked around me, trying to place where I was.

The Right Arm went about their daily business, checking over weapons and chatting idly between jobs.

The sun peered through the cracked windows of the building and I could tell we were quite high up as the ruins of some civilisation stretched out below.

I stood up, ignoring the wave of dizziness that washed over me. My mouth was painfully dry and I took a moment to gulp down several mouthfuls of water from one of the bottles I had stored away.

The metal band on my wrist gleamed in the light, unsettlingly like bone. My fingers tugged at it, trying to break it off but it didn't budge.

"Hey, Y/n," Fry said, coming over to me with a bowl of steaming stew. "Are you hungry?"

"A bit," I lied, taking it from his hands and spooning a bit into my mouth. "Where are we?"

"Further north," he answered. "How are you feeling?"

I shrugged. "I'll live."

Even if I didn't want anything less than life.

Fry left me alone while I ate as much as I could stomach before leaving it to be devoured by one of the Right Arm boys who was more than happy to take it off my hands.