Raging

One

They say stories never end, even though there is a end of a book. 

The burning branches... The animals bolting... Ed and I running... the falling tree...

"AAAAAAAAA," a scream erupts from my mouth and I jolt up from my bed, or rather, a mat. My body shook with sweat. A estranged figure looked turned around and looked at me.

"What's up boy, bad dream?" It askes. It comes closer to where i used to sleep so that I can see It better. It's a him, and he had broad shoulders with eigengrau eyes. His hair was a sleeping black bear with tints of grey. He wears a plaid red and white shirt with mummy brown shorts.  His face wore a soft smile and in his eyes worry.

"I-I'm alright, I-it's fine"  I try to reassure him though I'm  still shaking like a leaf, "I had a nightmare."

"You forget nightmares are also dreams, boy." He chuckles. How is that possible? Nightmare literally scares you!

"You might be wondering where you are," He says, turning his back on me to continue whatever he was doing. It didn't really matter to me. Why should it?

"Hello, you still in your head?" he had turned round again to look at me.

" A-ah, yes I am," I answer then ask " Do you know Ed?"

Then the man abruptly straightens up and looks away from me to what he was doing. 

"Are you hungry child?" He chokes up. He's crying. Somethings wrong with Ed. I know it. They say you will know if a person you loved died. I felt it everywhere.

"Stop avoiding my question, where is Ed?"

He turns around once more and his eyes meet mine.

"He... he touched the face of God, son, He is gone,"

I knew it. I knew it.

"Don't take it too hard, we still have a long journey, what we have lost ... we have lost," He tries to smile, but I can see right through it. He suffers as much as I do.

" I hardly know you... how am I supposed to work with you?"  I whisper.

"When Ed found you in that burning shack, did you trust him immed-"

Howling of the wind is nearby. Crackling of branches.

We heard it before we saw it. The great flames licking up the leaves and wood. He hauls me up. Then we bolt.  Roots and undergrowth keep barring my way. Foliage and tree branches whip my face. The man is ahead, and I can see him avoiding  those I failed to see coming.  I look back to see Fire going at the speed of a greyhound. That was my mistake. I trip and  feel rough earth and tree branches hit me, and I feel breathless. I curl up into a ball. This is how I end, I guess. The smoke is intoxicating. It stings my eyes and I cough. I shut my eyes and prepare for the worse. 

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Rough hands dig into my chest and raise me. I still squeeze my eyes shut. Then i feel myself going up and down, repeatedly.  Then cold engulfs me.