The Quarry

[Rage Menelas]

[font=Lucida Sans Unicode]She came to him again in his dreams. This time, she was even more aggressive than normal, hungrily engaging him in the act with a deep yearning desire. He felt her on a different level tonight, the anesthetic of the dream-state considerably dulled; it was much more akin to reality, more visceral, more tangible. All of his senses were incredibly heightened.

In punctuation, some type of electrical storm was occurring outside the building. He could hear the lightning crack, feel the flashes of light on his face. Their union soon fell into sync with it, ebbing and flowing to the strokes of thunder. She sought a position above him, began moving rhythmically. Soon he rose to crest, crying out with wild abandon! It was absolutely the most incredible feeling! Wait! This was no dream! It was too damn real! He smiled warmly with the thought and as he continued to flood into her, she continued to straddle him, move with him. This was real! (He liked that idea!)

Now that he knew it was no dream, he wanted to see her, to pull her down to him, caress her beautiful face, her silky hair, to hold her close. But he was only half awake, caught somewhere between the antithetical worlds of sleep and consciousness. Yet he wanted it so badly, needed it! It was the first time in so long he had allowed himself to feel like this, since his wife had died. He willed his eyes to open with a great force of effort. And they did. It coincided with the exact moment in time that a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the room.

He shrank back in sheer horror!!! It was atop him! Its bulbous bald head and saucer eyes glaring down at him; its sickly, pallid skin a dead gray; its body a bony mass of deformity! With a scream of disgust, he threw it violently off him. It landed against the far wall, crumpled into a heap and lie still.

Ryan stumbled drunkenly to his feet, head swimming. Where was the fricking door?! He had to get out of there...