Chapter 1987

"Shut your mouth!" Seamus was hysterical, his eyes bloodshot. He aimed the gun first at Persephone, but the next second, it was directed at Morpheus. "Since you love meddling so much, go do it in hell!" Seamus pulled the trigger. Persephone screamed, recklessly lunging toward Morpheus. As the gun went off, Morpheus shielded her with his body. .- Persephone opened her eyes, surrounded by soft cream-colored walls, the air carrying her favorite grapefruit scent. She blinked and took a deep breath, her heartbeat calming a bit. A familiar voice sounded beside her. "Sis, had another nightmare?" Persephone came to her senses. Right, it was just a nightmare. In her dream, she was back in the desolate, bloody Flinge. Everything was stained red with blood. The chaotic scenes in her dream were filled with gunfire, sirens, and Morpheus shielding her tightly... Rubbing her temples, she felt a headache and a pinch in her nose. Theodore brought a cup of warm water, gently helping her sit