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aisuyoukaiTitle: For Tonight
Fandom: Persona 3
Challenge Prompt: Nightmare
Summary: Junpei dreams about the night Akihiko found him in the Dark Hour and the first Full Moon when the SEES fought their first tough-as-nails Shadow on the monorail.
Disclaimer: I don't own; not making money; don't sue.
Rating: PG-13
Junpei ran through the city streets as fast as his legs would allow him. They were beginning to burn. Like tiny little flames all over his muscles as he continued to strain them.
He kept glancing over his shoulder as he ran. His face was screwed in a perpetual expression of fear. He thought he'd never escape, never out-run, never get away from what was chasing him. It kept coming. And coming. There was no escape.
What was chasing him? Oh, that's right. The Shadow.
It kept coming. It would never stop. It would devour him whole.
Junpei still kept running. He was running past coffins now, still on the city streets. No, they were people. Hell, they were people in coffins. That's right, that's what happens to normal people in the Dark Hour.
He was running past coffins, Transmogafied people in their coffins, down the city streets, running away, running for his life, trying to escape the big bad Shadow. The lights were out. There was no electricity during the Dark Hour. Electronic devices just didn't work. Period.
But he could hear odd music in the background. Maybe soft rock. No, something from a horror flick. Yeah, eerie instrumental music. Wait, not music at all. It was a voice. A deep voice. Something scary. It was calling to him. Calling his name. Beckoning him. Beckoning him to his doom. To his death.
He kept running. His expression wouldn't change away from that of fear.
Suddenly he wasn't in the city anymore--he was running through a tunnel. A dark tunnel and--no--it was the monorail car. Yeah, it wasn't a tunnel; it was the monorail car. But the Shadow was still behind him. Chasing him, ready to devour him. Maybe his soul, too.
A flash--he was huddled in a corner in the pharmaceutical store, crying as he wound tighter and tighter into a tiny little ball on the floor.
Another flash--he was lying in a pool of blood, not his own though, he knew that somehow, and staring up at the full moon that was a sickly yellow-green in the way of the Dark Hour, and surrounding him, closing in on him, were hundreds, thousands of standing coffins lined up in rows like floating tombstones.
Another flash--he was back to running in the tunnel, no the monorail car, so dark and eerie and racing past the city with such speed.
He kept running. The train-car kept speeding up, faster and faster. He knew it'd reach the end of the line before he reached the front car where the brake was. It would ram into the next car before he could stop it. But he couldn't stop it. He was huddled on the ground in fear, not even one car away from the operation room, from the brake switch. It would ram into the next car and he would die. Only the Shadow would get him first. It was still after him. He was helpless. He huddled in his corner. He cried.
Finally, he screamed.
"STOP IT!" Junpei Iori sat up in a rush. He was breathing hard and covered in sweat as if he had just run a hundred mile marathon. He blinked and looked around at his surroundings. His eyes were wide open and he could barely see it was so dark but--but he was in his room, lying on his bed. He'd had another nightmare. Damn.
He rubbed his face heavily with his hands. Then he looked back at his room one more time. Everything was just fine. He sighed and lay back down on his pillow. As he stared up at the ceiling Junpei wondered why in his dreams he could never summon his Persona. That would put a stop to those Shadows!
"But I guess that's why it's a nightmare," he said aloud to himself, just to hear the sound of his own voice. It was rough with sleep, but familiar all the same. It was comforting. He closed his eyes and eventually fell back to sleep without hindrance. And there were no more dreams, or nightmares.
For tonight.
Fandom: Persona 3
Challenge Prompt: Nightmare
Summary: Junpei dreams about the night Akihiko found him in the Dark Hour and the first Full Moon when the SEES fought their first tough-as-nails Shadow on the monorail.
Disclaimer: I don't own; not making money; don't sue.
Rating: PG-13
Junpei ran through the city streets as fast as his legs would allow him. They were beginning to burn. Like tiny little flames all over his muscles as he continued to strain them.
He kept glancing over his shoulder as he ran. His face was screwed in a perpetual expression of fear. He thought he'd never escape, never out-run, never get away from what was chasing him. It kept coming. And coming. There was no escape.
What was chasing him? Oh, that's right. The Shadow.
It kept coming. It would never stop. It would devour him whole.
Junpei still kept running. He was running past coffins now, still on the city streets. No, they were people. Hell, they were people in coffins. That's right, that's what happens to normal people in the Dark Hour.
He was running past coffins, Transmogafied people in their coffins, down the city streets, running away, running for his life, trying to escape the big bad Shadow. The lights were out. There was no electricity during the Dark Hour. Electronic devices just didn't work. Period.
But he could hear odd music in the background. Maybe soft rock. No, something from a horror flick. Yeah, eerie instrumental music. Wait, not music at all. It was a voice. A deep voice. Something scary. It was calling to him. Calling his name. Beckoning him. Beckoning him to his doom. To his death.
He kept running. His expression wouldn't change away from that of fear.
Suddenly he wasn't in the city anymore--he was running through a tunnel. A dark tunnel and--no--it was the monorail car. Yeah, it wasn't a tunnel; it was the monorail car. But the Shadow was still behind him. Chasing him, ready to devour him. Maybe his soul, too.
A flash--he was huddled in a corner in the pharmaceutical store, crying as he wound tighter and tighter into a tiny little ball on the floor.
Another flash--he was lying in a pool of blood, not his own though, he knew that somehow, and staring up at the full moon that was a sickly yellow-green in the way of the Dark Hour, and surrounding him, closing in on him, were hundreds, thousands of standing coffins lined up in rows like floating tombstones.
Another flash--he was back to running in the tunnel, no the monorail car, so dark and eerie and racing past the city with such speed.
He kept running. The train-car kept speeding up, faster and faster. He knew it'd reach the end of the line before he reached the front car where the brake was. It would ram into the next car before he could stop it. But he couldn't stop it. He was huddled on the ground in fear, not even one car away from the operation room, from the brake switch. It would ram into the next car and he would die. Only the Shadow would get him first. It was still after him. He was helpless. He huddled in his corner. He cried.
Finally, he screamed.
"STOP IT!" Junpei Iori sat up in a rush. He was breathing hard and covered in sweat as if he had just run a hundred mile marathon. He blinked and looked around at his surroundings. His eyes were wide open and he could barely see it was so dark but--but he was in his room, lying on his bed. He'd had another nightmare. Damn.
He rubbed his face heavily with his hands. Then he looked back at his room one more time. Everything was just fine. He sighed and lay back down on his pillow. As he stared up at the ceiling Junpei wondered why in his dreams he could never summon his Persona. That would put a stop to those Shadows!
"But I guess that's why it's a nightmare," he said aloud to himself, just to hear the sound of his own voice. It was rough with sleep, but familiar all the same. It was comforting. He closed his eyes and eventually fell back to sleep without hindrance. And there were no more dreams, or nightmares.
For tonight.
