The Crimson Wood (AlastorXAngel)

The Man in the Woods

   Angel sat at the hotel bar playing with his untouched drink. His mind raced as horrific images crossed through it. He glanced up from his glass to look at Husk who was busy polishing the cups. For once he didn't have the energy to tease the man. It would usually make him feel better but something stopped him. Husk caught Angel watching over him quietly. He paused, placed the glass on the table and moved to the bar resting on the counter. Angel looked up putting on a smile.

"Whats up handsome." He asked.

"Hmph." Husk grumbled looking down at Angel's drink. "You gonna finish that?"

   Angel let a toothy grin cross his lips. "Why, did you want to share?"

"Angel, I'm not your fucking father but.... I think you should go get some rest." The man became serious.

   Angel looked away in frustration, he agreed with Husk but he didn't want to sleep alone. His smile faded as he looked up to shadowy man.

"Come with me?" He asked.

   Husk rolled his eyes standing up again to go back to work. He turned his head to glance at Angel momentarily.

"When my shift is over." He gave in.

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   Angel laid curled up in Husk's thick arms. His face twinged and stressed as his nightmares returned. In his dreams the boy was in the forest again. He could hear movement and could feel Dean's presence. He ran through the woods but it seemed wherever he went the noise got louder. Tears raced down his face as he desperately ran through the wooded area. The sound became so loud he felt as if someone was right beside him. He closed his eyes tightly but when he did he fell over onto something hot. He opened his eyes to see the bodies from the bonfire. He tried to call out but his voice was held back. As he began to move his hand fell through the corpses into their bodies as he crawled over them. Blood stained his arms, pieces of unknown body parts clung to him, dragging him down like ropes. He called out again but no sound. Suddenly a framiliar red glow covered the woods. The blood that covered his frail body seemed to blend in with everything else. He looked past the heap of bodies to see the crimson deer. His pink eyes widened as he outstretched his hand towards the deer. He felt hopeless as the deer became further and further away.

"Please!" He begged and then he awoke, his hand still stretched.

"Angel?" Husks gruff voice startled him. "You okay?" He worried.

   Angel realized his body was covered in sweat, his eyes burning from the tears that had come through his dreams.

"Angel." Husk held him closer.

"I.... I." The small blond stuttered. "I gotta get outta here!" He said leaping out of bed.

   Husk sat up chasing after him but he was already gone. Angel flew down the stairs holding onto a set of keys he had taken from Husk's trousers. He got outside pressing the lock button to see a small black rust bucket pontiac. He unlocked the doors, got in, and began driving. He didn't know where he was going but he knew he had to go. His mind went blank as his vision became clouded. He drove for hours listening to the whispering sound of the radio as uncontrollable tears ran down his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" He yelled at himself as he drove aimlessly.

   Angel could barely breath as his crying became stonger. He slammed onnthe breaks and pulled over throwing himself onto the steering wheel as he let his emotions flow.

"Why am I having a mental break down." He muttered staring at the dashboard.

   Suddenly a cool chill ran over his spine. He sat up to see a faint glowing red emanating from the trees  he then realized where he was. He stepped out of the car onto the highway and began to walk. He wandered blindly towards the red light but paused when the light faded. He felt a strict pain of panic wash over him. He then began to run desperately into the woods searching for the red light. His hear pounded as he became desperate checking behind every tree losing himself in the dark woods. He stumbled over roots, had his arms clawed by trees, but did not stop. He turned around in search for a sign his heart pounded then suddenly he found a man. He stood dressed in a red tail coat, his hair matched his clothes as antlers protruded from his head. A wide sharp toothed grin did not leave his mouth. He slowly opened his eyes as the world shifted like static.

"Hello." A tube radio voice echoed from the man.

"Hi." The boy stuttered.

"Looking for me?" The man chimed.

"Are you the deer?" Angel stared in disbelief.

"Hmm maybe." He stepped through the brush quietly. "What did you need from this deer?"

   Angel looked down at his hands in shock. He had no idea what he wanted, he just knew everything was pulling him to this creature. His eyes shook as tears began to flow again. A long slender hand touched his cheak pulling up his face to look into the enormous eyes of the crimson man.

"Smile my dear." He said. "Smile and relaaaax." His voice echoed and faded.

   Angel felt his body become limp as his mind blanked, his eyes closed and he fell to the earth. In his head dreams flowed swiftly. Some sweet, filled with calm meadows, animals crowding him making him feel comfortable. But then the hills filled with blood once again as corpses lay spread upon them. Most were unrecognizable as they were completely torn apart. He tried to call out but a hand was held over his mouth as someone shushed into his ear. The blood faded, the bodies lifted, and silence overwhelmed him.

"Now breath." The voice said quietly.

   Angel took a deep breath in then let it out and as he did he awoke to find himself in a dark room curled up in bed. He rolled over to see that he was alone, he could hear people talking in the halls. He got out of the bed to realize he was back in the hotel.