The darkness that surrounded him gave way to an impossible dream. Light began to shine within the void of where he thought he was.
But he wasn't.
Where was he?
Like the ticking of a clock that pulled him forward... And yet it ticked backwards. Like days reversed; Sun to the night and Moon to the Day, and Shane had the oddest sense of deja-vu.
Ryan.
Ryan was dead.
But no. Nono that isn't right.
Ryan cannot be dead because...
Why?
The bunny-cat.. Kyubey.
His own voice like an echo, "I want to go back in time! Can you do that? Go back to before that demon killed Ryan. I want to have the strength to protect him from these things! I want to save him!"
Everything is going too fast. It's all too soon.
There was... Pain.
... And then.. a light.
My... wish?
But no, this can't be right. Ryan is...
...
Ryan.
Where?
Where am I?
The brilliance of the purple-blue glow within his unconscious mind began to dim. The ever-present ticking of time moving, pulling everything and everyone forward as time should.
And yet...
It ticked backwards. Shane was not sure how he knew this, but he did.
Then the blackness took him.
He woke up.
***
The sunlight streamed through the curtains of his window as the man rolled over lazily to gaze at the time.
6:14 am.
'What a weird dream. What day is it again?' He thought to himself idly. With a stretch, Shane reached over to grab his phone, typing in the passcode.
April 13th, 2018
That's right... He and Ryan were scheduled to investigate 'the murder-house' tomorrow.
Suddenly, a cold sense of deja-vu hit him. There was something there in the back of his mind, screaming in warning. Flashes of his dream returned to him.
***
Shane, rising off the couch to his feet, his eyes still casting about the room worriedly. He could feel eyes on him. Watching. Ryan stood up off his side of the couch as well. Shane could feel the room get a degree hotter. The walls appeared deep and crimson.
Another flash.
A staircase that seemed to go on forever. Ryan's voice, timid, "Why does it feel like we'll never reach the top?" A hissing laugh. "That laugh... It's... the same, Shane. You were right. It's like...The Q-Queen Mary."
Another flash.
A massively large serpentine creature the size of an eighteen-wheeler, complete with trailer. It had scales that were red and its eyes were pitch black. Twelve legs and three tails, and blood red slime pouring off the beast's back.
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Blackstar | Shyan
Fantasy'So....' Shane thinks to himself, 'is there something one could want so badly they would be willing to give up everything for it?' The answer is simple: Yes. You could say that he was only a few deja-vu's from reliving his whole life over again. Liv...
