[ Sometimes it seems like things hurt him in the dream. Hits land. Other times, the man seems completely immune to any effort he puts in. This seems like one of those times. Quentin managed to get to his feet, glaring at him with disgust and hate while in return he receives this mocking laughter. This almost intimate laughter that doesn’t make it into a trial. It’s just for him. It sounds like knives on a chalkboard the way it makes him tense.
He looks behind him, briefly, be hesitant to allow Krueger a second where he’s not in view so he can change something. Exit. Where’s the exit? Waking up on his own is almost impossible but he has to try. The area around almost invisible with the snowy wall blocking the view of any escape. The sharpness of the wind carrying that icy chill feeling like pins and needles against his skin. He can run. But which way would Quentin go? He picks one, randomly, and starts hastily backing towards it to put some distance between them.
He looks back at him when he speaks again, looking like he wants to gag. Quentin’s shoe did come off during all that and he throws it at his pursuer, aiming to knock his stupid musty hat off. It’s an invitation he never accepts. ]
Fuck off! [ Back up more, his back hits one of the large rocks and he moves around it, trailing a hand along like a kid keeping hold in a hedge maze. The way Krueger is talking is so pleased with himself. ]
You can’t tell him shit! You’re trapped here with me. [ He says it back in a loud angry mock of his sing-song tone. ]
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He looks behind him, briefly, be hesitant to allow Krueger a second where he’s not in view so he can change something. Exit. Where’s the exit? Waking up on his own is almost impossible but he has to try. The area around almost invisible with the snowy wall blocking the view of any escape. The sharpness of the wind carrying that icy chill feeling like pins and needles against his skin. He can run. But which way would Quentin go? He picks one, randomly, and starts hastily backing towards it to put some distance between them.
He looks back at him when he speaks again, looking like he wants to gag. Quentin’s shoe did come off during all that and he throws it at his pursuer, aiming to knock his stupid musty hat off. It’s an invitation he never accepts. ]
Fuck off! [ Back up more, his back hits one of the large rocks and he moves around it, trailing a hand along like a kid keeping hold in a hedge maze. The way Krueger is talking is so pleased with himself. ]
You can’t tell him shit! You’re trapped here with me. [ He says it back in a loud angry mock of his sing-song tone. ]