David lay in bed. His apartment on the Citadel was small but cosy, he closed his eyes and dozed off into the swirly memories of his dreams...
David kicked the football to Michael, he caught it like always. He had been better then David at this game, much better. Michael ran with the ball, he sprinted towards his goals and kicked it right in. A perfect score. David was starting to get annoyed, the score was ten to two. David abvously having two points. They had been playing football for hours now, leaving their parents back at their house, they had walked over to the park on their own, it had been the first time in years their parens had trusted them since the incident with the burning tree.. David tried not to think about that incident, it was a rather scary experience for him. Michael kicked the football into his goals again, David had been distracted thinking about his past.
"Michael.. how about waiting until im ready next time?"
David laughed at his comment. David always made himself laugh.
"Shutup David and focus on the game. Thats all you have to do."
Michael kicked the ball to David, he caught it and started running towards Michael's goal. This would be hard, Michael was good at every aspect exept handballing at this game. You don't handball much in a two player foorball match. David kicked the ball and it soared towards Michael's goal's, it flew past him like a missle, speeding towards its doomed target. There were two load sounds and David and Michael jumped onto the floor, gunfire. Michael ran over to David and grabbed him, pulling him up hard and almost dragging him towards their home down the street. Michael ran as fast as he could, they had both immediatly known what teh sound was, they didn't know were it had come from or who had shot it. All they knew was that they had to get home.
They ran up into their front yard and found the door wide open, they rushed inside. They both slammed the door shut and stood either side of it, waiting. Nothing happend.
They both walked away from the door and up the stairs. Music from David's room was still playing.
They walked into their parents bedroom and found their father lying on the floor with bright red blood pouring out of his chest.
"Dad!" David screamed as he ran over to him, looking at his wounds.
"Dad! Dad, wake up! Please wake up!" David started sobbing, lying on his fathers body. He couldn't be dead. David refused to believe it and kept trying to wake the motionless body up.
Michael ran to the living room, he looked at the body on the floor, blood all over the carpet, he walked over and found it was his mother. He dropped to his knees, sobbing. The carpet under him was bloody, it was like walking into a nightmare. He layed on his mother chest and cried. He couldn't belive it. They we're both dead. His parents we're dead.
David rose his head, his sadnes had been replaced by anger. He stood up. He heard a noise in the closet. He felt like he was going to explode, he noticed a pistol on the floor next to his dad, he picked it up. He had never used a weapon before, it was heavy and powerfull. He pointed it at the closet and fired three times, hearing a loud yelling noise coming out of the closet, the door swung open and a man fell out, blood all over the door and his chest. The body landed right ontop of David, causing him to fall under the man and drop the pistol, it spun off under the bed. The man raised his fist and punched the boy in the face, it was painfull. David struggled to get the man off, blood still spiling all over his shirt. Michael came running up the stairs, pushing the man off his brother. He jumped on the body and started laying into the dying man, punching him until his face was puring out blood and his fist was drenched in his own-
David awoke, he was panting. He had had that dream over and over for the last ten years. He got up out of bed, it was the middle of the night. He stood up and got some water, he drained it down and put some clothes on. He walked down to Chora's Den, he wouldn't be able to sleep now. He never could after that dream.