A/N: Here's a special chapter dedicated to trench! Happy b-day trench!! (PS I KNOW THIS IS A DAY LATE I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED OT YESTERDAY IM SORRY)
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Tyler's POV:
I woke up on the damp, cold ground. I observe my surroundings to find that I am in a canyon of sorts. Eyes. I feel eyes on me. I walk across the small rivers and look above me. I see a few figures on the top of the canyon, dressed in yellow and green like me. More and more appear and I find myself surrounded. I begin to feel nervous and scared, so I turned to run away, but I tripped.
I keep having flashbacks of a...a flaming car? And all I can smell is gasoline.
Once I come back to consciousness and dust myself off. I look up, and the figures are still there. Suddenly, they all looked behind me, so I looked as well. It was a man in a red cloak...I could not see his face but he was somehow familiar. He rode a white horse, his pale skin blending in. The bottom part of his jaw and hands were black- I could sense there was danger, yet I didn't feel like moving. I felt weak. He stopped in front of me and got off his horse.
I was frozen. He slowly approached me, hands out. And painted black onto my neck. I felt dizzy, and this time I saw a vulture instead of a burning car. I could smell the rotting animal carcass that I knew wasn't real. But I was trapped. My whole neck had turned black, so did my hands and eyes. I started following the stranger, but not by choice. I was under his control. This was it. This was the end.
I looked up in one final prayer for a sign of hope. And then it came down in the form of yellow flower petals. The sky was raining gold. The figures up top were cheering and chanting while tossing these flower bits, and the red-cloaked stranger was not happy.
But something was happening-
I could feel the dark ink in my hands and neck fade as I slowly regained control of my own body.
I ran faster than I ever have before. I knew i was no match for the white horse behind me. I could feel the breathing on my neck as its hooves kicked my legs.
"TYLER!!"
I open my eyes to see Jenna above me, worried.
"W-what, uh, what's wrong Jenna?"
"You were moving and panting in your sleep, like you were running from something."
She gives me a sympathetic look.
"Was it the dream again?"
She asked, rubbing my shoulder. I sighed.
"Yeah...it just feels so real Jenna. Don't tell Mars about these dreams please."
She gives me a weird look but shrugs it off and snuggles with me. I stayed awake for the rest of the morning.
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