Another dream I had in September of '08. There might be recurring theme among these dreams, if that hasn't started becoming obvious. Anyways, let me know what you think! Comments and friendly criticism welcome! Enjoy!
The Night
Heart on the edge of exploding, blood roaring in my eardrums, and ragged, labored breathing were the only things that seemed to echo in the nighttime air, except for the slapping of my shoes on the wet concrete. My throat was burning, all the way down to where it reached my lungs. Any minute I knew I was done for, they would get me, but still, every second longer I survived, a small gleam of hope seemed to shine, telling me that I was going to live.
But that spark was quickly shattered. Turning one of the corners, I realized I was trapped. About fifty yards ahead a large brick wall greeted me, its barbed wire shining in the moonlight, as if it were beckoning me to attempt to overcome it. Breathing as much as possible to let my heartbeat slow and my blood to receive more oxygen, the sudden bestial shrieks that reached my ears quickly annihilated reason to calm down. They were coming, and a lot faster than I had originally thought.
Turning in a full circle, I looked for any place to hide, or even escape through. But luck was not on my side. It hardly ever seemed to be for that matter. Of course, it was also mainly my fault I was stuck in this situation. I had been the one to come out at night, when the I.T.N.C had awakened, and our links of communication through the Internet were severed. This was a way of life for us in the city, and as far as we knew, in the world.
The Night was reserved for those who could not live in the realm of the World Wide Web. And they were dangerous indeed. These creatures seemed to come from the very depths of your worst nightmares. Their appearance causing the very blood in your veins to turn to ice. They were merciless, and there was no way to escape them, unless you had a special form of weapon. They had only one weakness, but no one knew what it was, since we werenât apart of their world. These monsters were rumored to be the only ones capable of creating such a thing. Why they would, I have no idea why, but I wasnât going to complain!
Their screams grew louder, as I made up my mind and turned to look over at an eight foot chain linked fence. There was barbed wired bordering its top as well, but I had a better chance of climbing over that than the brick wall.
I was about halfway up, in reach of the top, when a sharp pain seared up my leg, starting at my ankle. Terror flooding through me, I almost didnât look down to see what it was. I didnât really even need too. I knew what it was. Before I could even process what was going on, I felt my grip on the cold metal fence immediately seize, a dull pain spreading through my fingers as well.
I was just about ready to scream, when I greeted the ground beneath me suddenly. The sensation of paralysis washed over me, as I lay there on the damp concrete stunned, my eyes seeing blotches all around. As the numbness gradually faded away, an unbearable tingling of pain replaced it. The breath had been knocked out of my lungs at the harsh impact, so as the pain began overwhelming me, I tried my best to inhale, to get the oxygen back into my bloodstream, but it was taking its time doing so.
It must have only been minutes or possibly even seconds that this all occurred in, but in my strange state, I felt as if maybe a lifetime had gone by. But even in my semi-conscious condition I thought it was strange that the monsters were waiting so long to devour me, or shred meâwhatever it was that tickled their fancyâ and hear my screams of agony. Whatever they were going to do to me they werenât, in fact, I couldnât hear them at allâ¦at first. As my senses came back to me ever so slowly, I could feel that they were still around, but from what my weak eyesight was telling me, there was nothing surrounding me. Maybe I wasnât tasty looking enough, so they left me? I seriously doubted they were so picky, but I somehow still felt a gleam of hope that I might survive.
At least until I heard their terrible shrieks fill the air, shaking the gas to its very atoms. Tears filled my eyes, as I knew that I was going to die. Temporarily ignoring the pain, I curled into the fetal position and squeezed my eyelids closed as tight as I could; waiting for the horrendous demise that was to come of me.
I heard them circling around me, and knew that they were coming for me, when suddenly a series of earsplitting cracks broke into their terrifying screams. Another pained roar echoed in my head for a few seconds before dying away. Everything went deathly silent, and at first, I feared that I might have lost my hearing.
That thought was quickly erased, when a loud thud broke into the calm. It had been very close to me, and as I gathered my courage, I opened my eyes just enough to see what was going on. I was greeted by an atrocious sight, and before I could bottle back the rush of emotions, I screamed. As loud and long as I could. Scurrying away, I let the scene before me sink in. Just inches away from where my face had been lay one of the creatures. Its face completely mutilated, and from the looks of it, it had been blown away by something. I paused momentarily, morbidly entranced by the grisly display.
From my position a few feet away, I looked over its body on my hands and knees, perplexed at how in the world this monster had died, or rather, upon closer inspection, who had shot it. I noticed that its deformed grey skin was littered with bullet holes, which was also what hadâ¦exploded its head. My fear had gone down some, possibly making me a little too courageous, because I started approaching it, for some strange reason. Iâd never been so close to one before, their grotesque build was some how mesmerizing.
I was only about half a foot away from it, when its arm suddenly lurched out at an odd angle right for my throat. Shrieking, I pulled back just in time, and began scooting back once more. Just as I knocked into something solid, I heard a couple more loud cracks, which I now knew to be gunshots. As I felt around at the wall behind me, I quickly realized that it in fact wasnât a wall, but a person.
Terror gripped my heart as I thought that maybe it was another one of the monsters. Swallowing, I forced myself to look up, and was greeted, by something very human. The figure was actually a young man, and not surprisingly, he was holding a handgun, its barrel shining in the moonlight. I would have hugged him, and thanked him with every fiber of my being if it hadnât been for the look in his eyes.
His dark eyes were full of hatred, and for a split second, possibly even evil. But as soon as I saw itâits presence freezing me to my very coreâ, it was gone. Blinking, he looked away from the pile of body parts and down to me, his face shadowed by his light brown hair. I was suddenly feeling incredibly self conscious, not coming up with anything to say. It was as if my vocal cords had frozen too, and hadnât quite defrosted yet.
Suddenly, he held out a hand to me, his facial features still hidden by his long bangs âAre you okay?â The fact that heâd spoken didnât sink in for a few more seconds. When it finally did, all I could do was nod my head dumbly, still wary of the disturbing look Iâd seen in his eyes. But from his body language at the present, I didnât sense anything menacing about him, so I grabbed his hand and struggled to my feet.
We stood there, looking at each other for a minute or two, Iâm sure he was waiting for some kind of response from me. As the seconds passed by, I was finally able to force my voice to work. Opening my mouth, and letting my eyes fall to the ground, âT-thanks for saving meâ¦I really appââ
âCan you fire a gun?â I was startled that heâd cut me off, my eyes quickly darting up to his face, my eyebrows furrowed. Thinking over his question, I slowly nodded my head once again. He nodded his head in turn, and grabbing my arm a little tighter than he needed too began walking off, âYou can come with me thenâ¦â It was the last thing he said to me. I would have tried to get away, but I knew there wasnât a chance for me to escape him. He could kill me faster than I could run by a long shot, so I let him lead me, tears streaming down my face.
The Night
Heart on the edge of exploding, blood roaring in my eardrums, and ragged, labored breathing were the only things that seemed to echo in the nighttime air, except for the slapping of my shoes on the wet concrete. My throat was burning, all the way down to where it reached my lungs. Any minute I knew I was done for, they would get me, but still, every second longer I survived, a small gleam of hope seemed to shine, telling me that I was going to live.
But that spark was quickly shattered. Turning one of the corners, I realized I was trapped. About fifty yards ahead a large brick wall greeted me, its barbed wire shining in the moonlight, as if it were beckoning me to attempt to overcome it. Breathing as much as possible to let my heartbeat slow and my blood to receive more oxygen, the sudden bestial shrieks that reached my ears quickly annihilated reason to calm down. They were coming, and a lot faster than I had originally thought.
Turning in a full circle, I looked for any place to hide, or even escape through. But luck was not on my side. It hardly ever seemed to be for that matter. Of course, it was also mainly my fault I was stuck in this situation. I had been the one to come out at night, when the I.T.N.C had awakened, and our links of communication through the Internet were severed. This was a way of life for us in the city, and as far as we knew, in the world.
The Night was reserved for those who could not live in the realm of the World Wide Web. And they were dangerous indeed. These creatures seemed to come from the very depths of your worst nightmares. Their appearance causing the very blood in your veins to turn to ice. They were merciless, and there was no way to escape them, unless you had a special form of weapon. They had only one weakness, but no one knew what it was, since we werenât apart of their world. These monsters were rumored to be the only ones capable of creating such a thing. Why they would, I have no idea why, but I wasnât going to complain!
Their screams grew louder, as I made up my mind and turned to look over at an eight foot chain linked fence. There was barbed wired bordering its top as well, but I had a better chance of climbing over that than the brick wall.
I was about halfway up, in reach of the top, when a sharp pain seared up my leg, starting at my ankle. Terror flooding through me, I almost didnât look down to see what it was. I didnât really even need too. I knew what it was. Before I could even process what was going on, I felt my grip on the cold metal fence immediately seize, a dull pain spreading through my fingers as well.
I was just about ready to scream, when I greeted the ground beneath me suddenly. The sensation of paralysis washed over me, as I lay there on the damp concrete stunned, my eyes seeing blotches all around. As the numbness gradually faded away, an unbearable tingling of pain replaced it. The breath had been knocked out of my lungs at the harsh impact, so as the pain began overwhelming me, I tried my best to inhale, to get the oxygen back into my bloodstream, but it was taking its time doing so.
It must have only been minutes or possibly even seconds that this all occurred in, but in my strange state, I felt as if maybe a lifetime had gone by. But even in my semi-conscious condition I thought it was strange that the monsters were waiting so long to devour me, or shred meâwhatever it was that tickled their fancyâ and hear my screams of agony. Whatever they were going to do to me they werenât, in fact, I couldnât hear them at allâ¦at first. As my senses came back to me ever so slowly, I could feel that they were still around, but from what my weak eyesight was telling me, there was nothing surrounding me. Maybe I wasnât tasty looking enough, so they left me? I seriously doubted they were so picky, but I somehow still felt a gleam of hope that I might survive.
At least until I heard their terrible shrieks fill the air, shaking the gas to its very atoms. Tears filled my eyes, as I knew that I was going to die. Temporarily ignoring the pain, I curled into the fetal position and squeezed my eyelids closed as tight as I could; waiting for the horrendous demise that was to come of me.
I heard them circling around me, and knew that they were coming for me, when suddenly a series of earsplitting cracks broke into their terrifying screams. Another pained roar echoed in my head for a few seconds before dying away. Everything went deathly silent, and at first, I feared that I might have lost my hearing.
That thought was quickly erased, when a loud thud broke into the calm. It had been very close to me, and as I gathered my courage, I opened my eyes just enough to see what was going on. I was greeted by an atrocious sight, and before I could bottle back the rush of emotions, I screamed. As loud and long as I could. Scurrying away, I let the scene before me sink in. Just inches away from where my face had been lay one of the creatures. Its face completely mutilated, and from the looks of it, it had been blown away by something. I paused momentarily, morbidly entranced by the grisly display.
From my position a few feet away, I looked over its body on my hands and knees, perplexed at how in the world this monster had died, or rather, upon closer inspection, who had shot it. I noticed that its deformed grey skin was littered with bullet holes, which was also what hadâ¦exploded its head. My fear had gone down some, possibly making me a little too courageous, because I started approaching it, for some strange reason. Iâd never been so close to one before, their grotesque build was some how mesmerizing.
I was only about half a foot away from it, when its arm suddenly lurched out at an odd angle right for my throat. Shrieking, I pulled back just in time, and began scooting back once more. Just as I knocked into something solid, I heard a couple more loud cracks, which I now knew to be gunshots. As I felt around at the wall behind me, I quickly realized that it in fact wasnât a wall, but a person.
Terror gripped my heart as I thought that maybe it was another one of the monsters. Swallowing, I forced myself to look up, and was greeted, by something very human. The figure was actually a young man, and not surprisingly, he was holding a handgun, its barrel shining in the moonlight. I would have hugged him, and thanked him with every fiber of my being if it hadnât been for the look in his eyes.
His dark eyes were full of hatred, and for a split second, possibly even evil. But as soon as I saw itâits presence freezing me to my very coreâ, it was gone. Blinking, he looked away from the pile of body parts and down to me, his face shadowed by his light brown hair. I was suddenly feeling incredibly self conscious, not coming up with anything to say. It was as if my vocal cords had frozen too, and hadnât quite defrosted yet.
Suddenly, he held out a hand to me, his facial features still hidden by his long bangs âAre you okay?â The fact that heâd spoken didnât sink in for a few more seconds. When it finally did, all I could do was nod my head dumbly, still wary of the disturbing look Iâd seen in his eyes. But from his body language at the present, I didnât sense anything menacing about him, so I grabbed his hand and struggled to my feet.
We stood there, looking at each other for a minute or two, Iâm sure he was waiting for some kind of response from me. As the seconds passed by, I was finally able to force my voice to work. Opening my mouth, and letting my eyes fall to the ground, âT-thanks for saving meâ¦I really appââ
âCan you fire a gun?â I was startled that heâd cut me off, my eyes quickly darting up to his face, my eyebrows furrowed. Thinking over his question, I slowly nodded my head once again. He nodded his head in turn, and grabbing my arm a little tighter than he needed too began walking off, âYou can come with me thenâ¦â It was the last thing he said to me. I would have tried to get away, but I knew there wasnât a chance for me to escape him. He could kill me faster than I could run by a long shot, so I let him lead me, tears streaming down my face.
