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Lucid

I watched in helpless fear as I tried to escape the binds that held me tight.
BANG! Another corpse fell over, as the executioner moved up the line.
“LET ME GO!” I yelled.
The executioner ignored me. BANG! Another of my comrades fell to the ground, his brains blending with his helmet and gritty sand.
“Let. Me. GO!” I ordered, my teeth gritted. Suddenly, my restraints dissolved into nothing and I raised my hand, blasting my squad’s captors against the rocky walls, smashing brittle bones.

I stood their breathing heavily, adrenaline coursing through my body as my squad mates stood up, staring at me in awe.

“Y…yo..you’re lucid!” one of the breathed in disbelief.

And the room exploded in a massive fireball that engulfed my team, the searing heat tearing at my skin, melting the muscle and scorching the bone below…

Then I woke up, drenched in a cold sweat. I heard the all-too familiar sound of the heart rate monitor and saw the fresh bandages covering my body.
There are some nightmares you never wake up from.

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