Vacation ( Open )

Hero sped along the dark, dimly lit corridor, his heart racing, beads of cold sweat running down his pale cheek. He gulped, and steadied his shaking grip on his crowbar as he advanced forward. It seemed as if anything were about to jump out and attack him at any moment.. Hero had to stay strong. Simon said he was just up ahead.. There was no reason to die now. Hero took a right turn and headed through a door. It was pitch black - not a thing was in sight. Hero could only distinguish a small outline of everything in the room. He decided that this was not the path, and turned to leave when suddenly, a half growling and groaning noise reached his ears. Hero's body stiffened. As he slowly turned his head, a great, beaming pair of deep eyes stared back at him in the darkness. Suddenly, it came at him. At a great speed, one of the monsters leapt on to Hero. Grunting with effort, Hero whacked it's face with his crowbar and kicked it off. It's body flew a few feet before landing in a disgruntled heap in an island of wooden crates. Snarling, it stood up, baring it's sharp teeth at him. This was no time for fighting.. Hero could hear other's emerging from corners of the hallway and other empty rooms. With no other choice, Hero turned and decided to run as fast as he could. The footsteps echoed in the hallway, Hero's heart was beating like a drum, going wild and fast as he lifted himself over a wheelbarrow of bricks. He quickly kicked the rear of it, sending the bricks tumbling down on whatever amount of monsters where chasing him now. Hero finally came to what seemed like the exit, a large, bolted, steel trapdoor. Hero pulled on it's handle, but it was no use � it was stuck. Hero frantically pulled at it, but it didn't give away. He could hear them catching up.. Then, on the door he had locked, bulging marks started to appear as loud clanging sounds rang throughout the room. Hero breathed heavily, as if wheezing, unable to get enough air. The door burst open, and they emerged..

“NOOOOOO!

He woke with a start, upsetting his leftover teacup beside his bed. Hero tried to regulate his breathing, but it was as if he were in the dream itself.. like he was that person.. Whoever he was. He was swimming in sweat, but it didn't matter to him. The room was dimly lit by the emerging sun. The clock on the table beside hid bed began to alarm softly. Hero shut it off with his free hand, while wiping sweat off his forehead with the other.

”Feeling down, pretty boy??

Again, that voice greeted him almost every other day of the week. Hero shook his head and stared at his legs, hidden under the bedsheet, letting his lazy blue hair be pulled by gravity. Sweat eventually dripped off the sides of his hair. What was that dream? The boy sat there for a minute and thought. It felt familiar.. too familiar. Hero kicked his bed-sheet's aside and stripped his pajamas off. All that remained after that was a large grouping of white bandages, all tightly wrapped around his legs, torso, and arm, only barely reaching up to his neck. Still in deep thought, the sharp, violet eyes went into trance. It seemed his mind and body were two completely different things now. He covered the majority of his chest with a small, blue jacket, and a pair of swimming pants that met the description. As he closed up his closet, he noticed his headphones hanging on a nearby jacket rack, and slipped those comfortably on his head. Not really in the mood for breakfast, Hero skipped stopping at the stove to make something and opened the door outside. There it was, Destiny Islands. It was a beautiful place � it was always nice to come here for vacation. Work in both Traverse and Twilight Town took heavy tolls on him, so a break was always nice. Even in the morning, here, the air was always warm. Hero's small, 1 story cottage was only a little away from the main residence of Destiny Islands, on a small island that was connected by a bridge. Many kind people lived here, and presumably, this world was the most comfortably rid of darkness, which Hero didn't particularly bode well with. In the back of the cottage lay his old Gummi ship, looking slightly battered and old, but was in a probable working condition. The sun was now beginning to edge it's way into the sky, above the border of the horizon. Hero stuck the mp3 cord to his headphones in his breast pocket and continued forward, on to the bride to Destiny Islands. If it was not that he was used to it, Hero would have been very self conscious of the fact that besides his thighs, knees, torso, and elbows, every inch of appearance that showed on Hero was bound together by white bandaging. Except for his face.

The headphones did not play any music, but he was just fine with that.

The warm air was a symphony by itself.

Traverse Town, Twilight Town, and Radiant Garden were all the worlds Hero had - and presumably, they were all he needed. He was kind of an errand boy, working a multitude of jobs and wandering around constantly. It seemed Hero's curiosity had no boundary but the thin lining of his skull. As Hero reached the islands, Hero remembered to do something very special. Upon putting foot into the sand, Hero took a flight of stairs up to a circular area where the famed "Papou Fruit" Tree stood, bending in an awkward way, but was elegantly smoothed. Heros eyes scanned over the sand - it must have been somewhere. Then, the very edges of his mouth curved into a grin as he found the spot. Shoveling out a few mounds of sand, he found an odd, oval-shaped rock with many tallies on it. Hero looked around for an open spot, and carved another line into the rock. This was, apparently, his 47nth visit to Destiny Islands, and yet, the same scenery, people, and just apparent mood removed him of breath. Hero reburied the rock and sat, watching the sun rise higher into a center-point in the sky. Hugging his knees, he frowned.

He thought about the dream.
He thought about his memories.
The ones that were crudely flattened, rolled up, and tossed aside, as if they were never meant to be recovered again.