Who: Regulus and Remus Where: Bungalow #1 When: Sunday night What: Regulus has a nightmare Status/Rating: Incomplete, low
Regulus had had the same dream since he'd come here. He was certain that it was the worse dream that he'd ever had in all of his life, because it was so terribly vivid. He could feel everything all over again; clammy fingers claiming his wrists, encircling his neck, and coming far too close to his eyes. His body was still strung apart, reeling with pain from the potion and the water - the water was so cold. It soaked into his skin and surrounded him on all sides so that he was effectively cut off from all light and air.
There were usually slight differences in his dreams compared to what had actually happened. Tonight, he fought. He didn't let them drag him down to the bottom. He pushed and strained. He lashed out at them with his arms and his legs, trying to untangle himself, trying to get back to the surface. This wasn't the last thing that he wanted to see. This wasn't the last place he wanted to be. There were so many things he had yet to do yet - there were people that he had to talk to, amends that had to be made.
He wasn't winning though. He was choking on water, his vision starting to fade. He made some high pitched desperate sound that was instantly swallowed by the water. One of their hands caught the back of his hair, straining his head so far back that he was certain that his neck was going to snap. His mind started to panic, to race - he was going to die here - he was going to die again -