Dreams (499 hits)
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Submitted by Hirilnara (View user info) at 2006-04-28 06:14:51 EDT
She's terrified; eyes wide, knuckles white. Her breathing - short, sharp gasps - is music to my ears. I step over the corpse of the Irritation, kick the Leech out of the way, making her blood smear over the floor, and head straight towards the Boyfriend Stealer. I can hear her heartbeat, loud enough to echo in my ears, mingle with my own; dudududDUDdudududDUD. It's a battle drum, urging me onwards.
She seems unable to run; she cries, falls to her knees, begs. Taking hold of her hair, I wrench her head back, expose her neck. She doesn't fight back, just looks at me in horror and desperation; doe eyed as she stares at her hunter.
Her breath catches, a hiss that mimics the knife cutting through the air as I bring it up. The steel, silver gilded red, is harsh against the cream of her skin.
"Why?" Suddenly her eyes are human again, and incredibly sad. She's not just my prey... she's the friend I've known since Primary school.
The knowledge makes me move the knife; deliberate and fat, true in its path. As her blood sprays over me, I lick my lips clean - it's metallic, dark; the sweetest thing I've ever tasted.
"Because."
I wake up gasping. My hands feel clammy, and for a second I'm scared to look at them, scare they'll be red. But they're clean. It was just a dream - a nightmare...
I shudder, trying to chase away the shivers in my spine. It was horrible, and yet...
No. Whatever sick, depraved corner of my mind created those terrible images is responsible for making me think there was some satisfaction, some sort of enjoyment...
I couldn't like that; I'm NOT like that.
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The beginning, the trigger that started me thinking. Perhaps the dream itself wasn't the beginning - I'd had similar dreams before then, but never with my friends as the victims. I suppose it was more of a sign, the first clue that I'd already started changing.
I've always had a problem with my temper; something snaps, and I feel control slipping away. It used to scare me, the destructive potential... I was scared of losing control.
I never actually realised till afterwards that because I felt that fear, I was in control; I still had the safety firmly on my emotions.
I should have been more scared of the numbness...
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Submitted by BrownEyedGirrl (user info) at 2006-04-28 17:08:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
more more MORE!!
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-04-28 15:56:40 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by MonkeyingAround (user info) at 2006-04-28 11:05:59 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
make it longer, and continue the story.
Submitted by MANICMOTHER (user info) at 2006-04-28 09:35:46 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by TigerLilly (user info) at 2006-04-28 09:19:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Not crap.
Submitted by ubetidid (user info) at 2006-04-28 08:45:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by hour_man (user info) at 2006-04-28 08:28:11 EDT (#)
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Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-28 06:54:09 (#)
Ranking: 0
I can't in all honesty give this a +2. It's ok.
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same
Submitted by redskieslookfake (user info) at 2006-04-28 06:54:09 EDT (#)
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I can't in all honesty give this a +2. It's ok.
Submitted by Leonfc (user info) at 2006-04-28 06:47:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
intense
*sips coffee*
Submitted by Merlina (user info) at 2006-04-28 06:35:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
ooh I liked this..
Submitted by matnotharry (user info) at 2006-04-28 06:32:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Chilling