The Prince, The Gangster, The Teacher, And The Poet (Sander Sides Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty Six-The Dream

TW: Bad nightmares, fire, having a dream about killing someone, Esseray's back peeps, accidental misgendering with the information you have at your fingertips, I'm really self projecting a lot onto Logan, aren't I? XD Evil people being evil in the end.

Virgil was dreaming. He was in his old house which he could still remember clearly, though he was a child at the time. He was in the living room, playing with his toys, and his mom looked at him and smiled before saying something about a surprise and going upstairs. He couldn't recall if this had actually happened or not, most of what had happened that day was a blur. 

As he was waiting for his mom to come back, he looked around, glancing up to see the picture that had always hung above the fireplace. It was one of him and his mother, her holding him in an unknown place, and him holding up a small fist. He allowed himself to bask in the memory before he heard a whisper from a corner of the living room. He crawled towards it quickly, giggling the whole time. 

"Hello, sweetling." It was a calm and gentle, yet far too familiar voice. Virgil couldn't place where he had heard it before, but something was unnerving about the whole thing. "Why don't you show me what you can do?" And Virgil wanted to, badly. He held out a hand to show her the lightning before he heard a voice behind him.

"Virgil?" Darius. He turned quickly and was no longer in his living room. Instead, he was outside the house, and it was in flames. Darius was beside him but looked just as confused.

"What... what's happening? What's going on?" Virgil suddenly had a voice, though it was weak, and reached over, hoping for some contact, some comfort, something.

"You're dreaming, I can tell you that." Darius seemed worried about something as well. "But it isn't a normal dream. Something..." He paused. "Someone is interfering." Virgil closed his eyes, suddenly woozy. When he opened his eyes again, he wasn't in front of the house anymore, he was in front of something else. Somewhere else. There was screaming from three figures in front of him, all on fire.

Logan was the first and Virgil's heart nearly stopped as he watched the smartest person he knew be engulfed in flames, screaming. He was nearly too scared to look to the other figures, but something forced him to.

The next person was Patton, struggling against something, looking to Virgil with tears in his eyes. Smoke sizzled as the fire covered his face, and died out quickly, leaving nothing left. Virgil let out a sob.

Roman was last, his fire burning the brightest as if making it worse by doing absolutely nothing. He looked at Virgil with pain and anger and worst of all hatred. Virgil stepped back, guilt and something else curling in his gut. 

"You did this. You killed them" It was a whispering voice, the same familiarity that he knew from before. 

He did it. He had killed them. He was a threat. He shouldn't even be traveling with them, he just destroyed everything. Panic and guilt and horror built up in his throat. He felt like throwing up. He felt like running or leaving or crying. He should have known better. It would always end like this. With a fire. 

"Virgil, listen to me, this is a bad dream." Darius's voice rang out through the area Virgil stood in.

"What?" He said through tears. He hadn't realized he was crying. 

"None of this is real. This is a bad dream, and you need to wake up." Virgil closed his eyes tightly.

"How do I do that?" He whimpered.

"Wake up, Virgil. Please." And with that, Virgil sat up in bed, panting and crying. He looked over to where Patton was laying, and he stirred.

"Virgil? Is everything alright?" Virgil could only shake his head. "Hang on, hang on, let me get my glasses..." Patton turned to look at Virgil, now with his glasses on. "Oh, Virgil!" He said softly, and Virgil whimpered. "I'm going to get the other two, is that alright?" Virgil paused before nodding. "Okay, okay. Stay right here, okay?" Virgil managed another nod, and Patton got up, quickly moving to the other door.