Sweet as Blood
A boy lay on a hospital bed. Blonde hair, and eyes closed in a sleep he might never wake from.
The machines around him had long since settled into an uneasy rhythm. He was still alive. Barely, but still clinging to life. He was currently in the world of dreams, a place he had been for quite some time. His sleeping mind was consumed only with revenge. Sweet revenge, sweet as blood. Revenge against those who had attacked him. Brutally, senselessly, violently attacked. He would not submit to Death until he had his revenge. He could not submit until he had his revenge. Death was his ally now. Death would soon come to his enemies. Death would be slow and painful; Judgement would be quick and painful. The boy planned his revenge against the group who had attacked him. He had slept long enough to plan the whole thing out. All that was left was to wait, wait for the day his plan would be put in action. Waiting, a torture in itself. Inside his mind dreamt, outside his body tried to heal.
Blonde hair and eyes closed in a sleep he might never wake from, a boy lay on a hospital bed.