Fury

The First Nightmare

   Jaxion woke up in his bed bolting upright and startling Shade, who was laying next to him and now quickly jumping off the bed. He stared ahead, trying to process that he was in his bed, with no blood on him and a worried Shade asking if he were alright. "I-it was just a n-nightmar-re." Shade jumped back up onto the bed and nuzzled him, telling him it was alright. He gave her a few pets before bringing his hands in front of his face, examining them in disbelief. There wasn't any bood, no burn marks or signs of any kind of anything that had transpired. It must have really been a nightmare...

   Jaxion sighed in relief before getting out of bed, getting himself ready for the day before heading down to the kitchen with Shade. He got out a pot, some broth along with other ingredients and tools to make a soup. He heated the stove, putting the broth and a few pre-cut veggies in and stirred before putting the lid on. He moved to the cutting board to cut up some of the deer meat he would add, staring at the knife for a few seconds.

   Suddenly, in a blink the scene changed. His hands and the knife were covered in blood, the 'deer meat' was charred to the point of almost being ashes and everything was tinted red. He could hear whimpering and with wide eyes faced the sound, seeing a terrified Shade hiding under the table, ears back and slightly growling at him.

   He backed up, hitting the blood slimed counter and rushed to open the pot, only to find the broth was boiling blood and the veggies had turned into eyes, fingers, chunks of raw, glistening meat that all moved around, forming a disfigured face, that screamed! He stumbled away, dropping the knife and falling on the suddenly slick floor, looking around only to find that Shade was gone, smoke was filling the air and all he could see, was coated in red, strings and chunks all over the place, some burning and some raw.

   The screaming continued, shrill, terrified and gurgling as it changed octaves, almost as if it were two different screams. He could smell a burning, wanting to puke at the raw and overcooked smells and sights that was his surroundings. Everything he touched was slimy, everything was slippery with blood and ashes as he scrambled up, rushing for the door. It opened, grating as if unoiled as he passed through, only to find himself in him room again.