InsaneJournal

Characters: Hannah Abbott and Ernie Macmillan
Setting: Hannah's place; October 31, 01:20
Content: Worksafe. Just a bit violent though.
Summary: Another bad night.

It hadn't taken long for Ernie to drift off to sleep once he put his head down onto his pillow. It wasn't long after he'd come upstairs to Hann's place, which wasn't too long after he had left work. He was a bit worried about the festivities tomorrow, but it was in his nature to worry--that was what made him good at what he did.

At one point though, the usual non-sensical, non-memorable dreams formed into something more real. He had no idea of how he had gotten there, but he was on the ground, his breathing was rapid and hoarse, and as he struggled to get onto his feet, he noticed a spray of blood on the ground. And then it hit him, a curse from a figure in shadow in the corner of the room that had deeply gouged his flesh of his chest. "What are you--?" It became apparent then, he saw a mean-hearted smile from the corner where the witch was. He moved quickly to draw his wand with his right hand, when a curse had hit that too, and his skin was slowly flayed from this arm. His wand made a clear clatter on the cold floor. "Merlin," he gasped in a terror that wasn't usual for Ern. He had never lacked control as he had here. He saw the witch raise her wand again. He turned and tried to run in the other direction but something bit his heel so that he fell into a heap forward.

He wondered whether anyone knew where he was right now, and wondered how he had gotten here. It must've been a mission gone wrong. Maybe his squad had gone to get help--or maybe they had suffered a similar fate. For a brief moment he wondered whether Hann knew where he was, he probably wouldn't have alerted her of his fieldwork, so she wouldn't.

He looked up to see a shaded figure, a menacing grin, a raised wand. "No, no, no," he pleaded with himself, with the witch, trying to raise himself up--but dropping when another curse hit him, tearing flesh from his bones.