Nightmares

He did not know where he was.

It was black everywhere. It was almost as if he had his eyes closed, as though he were asleep or unconscious. But he did not; when he gazed upon his body, he could see the red of his gloves and his cape, both almost blinding compared to the darkness. They were just as bright as they had always been, so his body was not transparent like that of a ghost. When he brushed his hands against himself, he could feel his soft, glossy fur that was camouflaged with his surroundings. If there was any uncertainty left behind after these observations, it dissipated when he unsheathed his claws and dragged it across his torso. A thin trail of blood was left in its wake, slowly oozing from the newly made cut.

If this were an ordinary situation, he might have left this spot already to look for a sign of where he could be. But he had not moved a muscle since he found himself here, because this was not an ordinary situation. There was nothing here, nothing he could see for miles. It may have been pitch black all around, but that was all. There were no buildings, no people; there were no galaxies or celestial bodies in the far distance. There was no plant life or animals, nor any kind of terrain. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, nor sounds to give him a clue. No scents or smells to be found, nor warmth or cold or anything. For all he knew, he could be standing on a pillar, and if he moved he'll fall off into the abyss.

What was worse about this situation was that he could not remember how he arrived here. He could not remember being kidnapped or falling unconscious. He could not remember anything prior to this moment.

What was he supposed to do . . .

He only blinked once on this thought when he was blinded by white light. He tried to protect his eyes from the painful glare when he realized something had appeared before him. The choice between keeping his vision and discovering what was in front of him was a battle of temptation, but in the end curiosity got the better of him. Slowly but surely he raised his arms above his eyes to see what had materialized on the ground. But when he did, his arms dropped to his sides in shock.

A small, blue bat was lying on the ground near a large white and brown badger. Their bodies were ripped to shreds, bleeding with bones poking out of their skin and body parts dismembered. The bat, her entire right leg was separated with a trail of blood leading it back to her pelvis. Her wings were tattered to the point that she would never be able to fly again. The once bright yellow heart on her chest was dull and stained, and her closed eyes were stained with tears. The badger, his flesh arm was missing and his bionic arm was tied around his torso like a rope, squeezing the life-giving breath out of his lungs. His once large but charming build was now paper thin with his spine and ribs escaping their meat prison.

They were not moving.

There was no room for idleness. Any thoughts of hesitation were gone as he ran towards the two bodies, seemingly lifeless. In seconds he was on his knees and shaking both figures violently.

Adorabat! He tried to scream her name, but no sound was produced.

Badgerclops!

He could not say a thing. His throat had become dry and thick with his cries, but mute. But he kept crying and screaming, looking for anything, any sign that they were okay. The more he shook them, the more it seemed it was not going to work. Soon his own body was shaking as tears spilled over the rims of his eyes. Why was this happening . . . ? Why . . . ?

In a second of frustration and violence, he grabbed fistfuls of their fur, but when he tried he fell through. Their bodies had not moved and inch, but his hands when through them as though they were not there.