Hate this … hate this. The words rolled repeatedly through Lexx’s mind as he endured numberless horrors in quick successions. Fears. Fighting. The past. All rolled into a frantic jumble that made his heart race and chest feel tight. Crimson slashes parted the darkness and rippled in violent waves, broken only by specters with glowing eyes and gnashing teeth. Every one of them was looking at him. Coming for him.
Lexx gripped himself tightly in his dreams, wishing he could hide as the darkness enveloped him and threatened to reach him. Then, a sudden clarity darkened his dream even further. I don’t want to fight anymore.