Chapter 13 - Violet Eyes

Violet Eyes

 “You have great power within you, violet eyes. I runs through your blood like the fire that you fear, itching at your fingertips, just waiting to be released. Do not be afraid for those that have passed. They beat the drum of your heart.”

He touched me where my heart should be, and I recoiled back from his cold touch. I managed to choke out the words, “My name is Eli.” My throat was dry and phlegm-y from crying.

“I know,” Nightmare began, pulling his hand back. He took hold of my right wrist and pushed back my sleeve to reveal a tiny dream catcher and two runes etched in black into my skin. I looked at them in shock. It was not there before.

“The sand has marked you, claimed you when you set eyes on the Other world. You were probably so upset, you didn’t feel it. The dream catcher means you are a Dreamer. You are one of us now.”

I just sat, my voice stuck in my throat. Nightmare used his other hand to point to the two runes below the dream catcher.

“The sand also named you. It does not name all of us. Like I said, it has chosen you. Violet Eyes. The feather falling between the two runes means you have a partner in the Dream World… linked usually through fate or prophecy…”

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Chapter 12 - Blood to Spill, Souls to Save

Blood to Spill, Souls to Save

"Look at what you've done! You're way too powerful for your own good. You're a freak of nature. You must be destroyed." Trevor's mother spoke monotonously.

The words resounded in my brain, they were familiar. She continued to walk towards us, one step at a time. Slow. I heard her shoes tap on the hardwood floor. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. And I remembered Nightmare in my dreams; his shoes clicking excruciatingly slowly on the whitewashed floor. Click. Click.

I shook my head trying to shake the image of Nightmare out of my mind. "Mrs. Kale, please stop and think about this. We can talk. Don't do this. Someone needs to call 911 before your husband dies of trauma. Please, Mrs. Kale, think!"

Trevor's mother just shook her head once sharply. "No, no Eli. I've done enough thinking on this. I've made my choice. What's one life, one body cleansing itself of its treachery so it can be eternal forever? The soul is a black thing, sin scrawled upon its walls. But none is as black as yours. Yours is as black as the night that knows all. I'm right, you know. They've told me, the ones who whisper in the darkness, the makers of dreams. They've told me what you are. They told me what you've done to my Trevor. You need to die."

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Chapter 11 - Painful Memory

Painful Memory

I pulled my covers up closer to my face and clutched the little purple dream catcher in my hand. Slowly I let my eyes flicker shut.

My vision was ridden with the sharp red lines, cutting and burning my heart into a million pieces, worse than any sunrise fire could do. I could see the blinding lights, my hands pulling up in front of my face, the mere seconds that had felt like an eternity, and those eyes… those eyes I will remember forever, though I only saw them for seconds before fate ripped them away.

I could feel the soft tears starting to flow again. My head ached, my heart burned, and the pain was too much. I couldn’t take it. I started to sob and I mentally wiped away the images on my vision, searching for the way back to the white world.

I wanted Nightmare to be waiting there on the other end for me.

I was ready.

I wanted to die.

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Chapter 10 - Dark Realities

Dark Realities

"I can't. She'd kill me if she found out." Trevor said, his voice breaking.

"She?" Skye asked. "Ok, that's a start. Can you tell me anything else about her?"

"Shit." Trevor swore.

"Do I know her, Trevor?"

There was deafening silence for a moment, Trevor thinking and Skye waiting eagerly. It was getting harder and harder to sit here, just waiting.

"How is Uncle Luke?" Trevor said.

Skye just rolled her eyes. "Come on, Trevor just tell me. Don't change the subject."

It was Trevor's turn to roll his eyes. Then he strained them in a way to suggest that the subject of Skye's dad wasn't off topic. He asked again, "How is Uncle Luke?" I figured it out. It was a clue. Trevor was trying to get her to guess.

It took Skye a moment, but I think she figured it out. "Uncle Luke is fine..." she said suspisiously. "How are Uncle Jake and Aunt Kit?"

Trevor never looked at Skye when he spoke, he looked down at the ground. "Dad is fine. He came home today. But not until... but not until a while after my Mum dragged me home from going to see Eli in the hospital."

Skye looked away and took her hands off Trevor's shoulder. She placed them on the wheel, but she seemed very uncomfortable. She traced the entire circumference of the wheel before she spoke.

"Did... did she do this to you?" Skye asked, her voice shaking.

Trevor said nothing. Skye was crying now, her silent tears glowing on her cheeks in the light from the street lamps.

"How?" she asked despretely. "How could your mother do something like that to you?"

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Chapter 9 - Would you want to know?

Would you want to know?

The truth was, I dreamed of angels. Well, actually, one angel. She told me things, horrible things, perhaps the kind one never wants to hear. But for some reason, I found them reassuring. She said she was a prophet of the lord, but I didn’t believe her. She told me anyways. She told me how I was going to die.

The first night she said the details were sketchy, perhaps it wouldn’t play out exactly as planned. It bothered me that my death would be planned, that life would be planned. She said it wasn’t something I could change. Then she left.

The second night, I asked her what she knew. She told me. She said it would not be painless, peaceful, or merciful. She said I would not die in my sleep, but murdered by accident. Quick, but excruciatingly painful. I would die in the arms of someone I loved. She left me to my thoughts.

The third night, I asked how I would be murdered. She said it involved knives and could tell me no more. She didn’t stay long that night. I battled with nightmares.

The fourth night, I asked why I died. She said it was complicated. But she told me anyways. She said I would die for someone I loved, but it would not be I who saved her. It was not my time. But she said my turn would come soon enough, when only I had the power to save her from the darkness. When I asked her how I could save her when I was dead, she said certain gifts are only bestowed in the afterlife. Until then, I could only soar high and watch from the stars. She left me puzzling.

She didn’t return again.

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Chapter 8 - Fearless

Fearless

Then suddenly, something locked. I could feel it too, like the electricity in the air had gone static, setting every nerve on end.

Trevor tipped me back, his hand behind my head, leaning on his elbow for support as he leaned closer to my face. My eyes were locked on his, I didn’t know what he was doing, I couldn’t think and I didn’t care.

I didn’t close my eyes until he did, and soon his lips brushed mine, carefully, like a taste.

I could feel the emotion in the air change; he was hesitating, thinking now. He had gotten this far, and I wasn’t about to let him turn back. I reached my hand up and gently stroked the back of his neck, resting my hand at the base. I gently gave him a little shove towards me and he gave in, kissing me full tilt. I kissed him back, there was no way I was turning back now either.

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Chapter 7 - Ink & Napkins

Ink & Napkins

...Don’t worry. I won’t let him attack you again.

By now we needed a new napkin to write on. Tracy brought me another.

Oh really?

I felt touched and almost utterly safe now that I knew this strange angel was watching out for me. I had never felt such safety before. I looked up at him as Tracy skated over to pass him the new napkin. He was smiling playfully at me, looking me straight in the eyes passionately from under the brim of his fedora, and just then fear struck through me. The expression plastered on the angel’s face as he twirled the pen like a baton through his fingers brought me straight back to the nightmare. It was the look plastered on Nightmare’s face as he inched closer to me that first time. And now it was on my angel’s.

But the expression broke as Tracy stopped at his table, and he smiled up at her and mumbled a thanks sweetly to her, making her swoon.

He read the message I wrote and rolled his eyes. I finished off what was left of my milkshake as I watched him. Seconds later, Tracy was bringing the napkin back.

Yes really. In fact, you have the whole Gathering looking out for you now after the incident this morning. It’s going to be ok. He’s not going to lay a finger on you again while we can help it.

Oh, but you said he will attack other people too, not just me. Why aren’t you protecting them?

Listen Eli, there is something you have to understand. Nightmare isn’t just some rebel causing havoc. Eli, this is a war. And in war you can’t save everybody.

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Chapter 6 - Table Talk

Table Talk

Who is he? What does he want with me? What’s wrong with me? How am I having nightmares in the middle of the day? Am I not getting enough sleep? Why did I pass out in the middle of class? Those eyes...endless blue eyes...

I shook my head and threw up mental walls to my thoughts, frantically searching for something to concentrate on and divert my thoughts to. My eyes landed on the luke warm mug of coffee in front of me. I stared into the disgusting brown liquid. I don’t know why I ordered coffee. I hate it. As I started to daydream, seeing patterns and shapes in the liquid, I wrapped my hands around the cold mug and forced myself to take a sip. I scrunched my eyes closed and forced myself to swallow the horrid, bitter taste. It felt like I was swallowing something worse than cough medicine. I’d compare it more to drain cleaner. How can people drink this stuff?

I shuddered as I managed to keep down the revolting liquid. I opened my eyes to see a rather bulky man sitting across from me, stubble on his double chin and a baseball cap backwards on his bald head. He wore shabby clothing, and looked like he probably hadn’t taken a shower in a couple days. He smiled brilliantly at me, a full set of white teeth. At least he brushes his teeth, I thought.

His frame shook with hearty laughter as he saw my appalled expression. I forced myself to smirk, and I leaned away from the table.

“Don’t like coffee?”
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Chapter 5 - I Love Him. Right?

I Love Him. Right?

While I waited for Trevor, my gaze returned to the bed next to me. But when I looked, I had to look twice. The boy was gone. Vanished.

“Lucky,” I muttered under my breath. “Managed to sneak out with out getting caught.”

But then I noticed something. I had gazed at his perfect form long enough before to remember the way the blankets had been lying across his body. The blankets now lied not in casual disarray, as though someone may have gotten out of the bed, but exactly the way they had lied on his slender body before, as though someone had pulled him out from under them quickly and they had fallen to the mattress without being moved.

But it wasn’t just the blanket that tipped me off as on the strange side. Where the boy had once lied, now showed a thin scattering of a tiny gold coloured dust, matching his form. I quickly identified the substance as sand.

Before my mind could ponder the peculiar situation any further, I could hear Trevor calling my name outside the room.

“Eli?” he called softly, tentatively.

“In here Trev!” I called.

Trevor poked his shaggy, blond haired head through the doorway. “How’d you know it was me?”

“You know I’d know your voice anywhere.”

“Even in your dreams?” he asked, trying to fight smiling shyly.

“Even in my dreams.” I smiled slightly internally chuckling. Then I frowned, being reminded as to why I was here.
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Chapter 4 - Your Worst Nightmare

Your Worst Nightmare

“Tell me,” the man said in a deep husky voice. “What do you fear most?”

The man touched my throat where my collarbones met, and I screamed and convulsed to his burning touch. It was like ice fire, slicing down my throat and into my lungs causing my screaming to stutter. As it spread, a cold hand wrapped around my heart, squeezing it in painful jolts.

“What is it, hmmm?” the man persuaded gently, closer to my face than ever. “Is it the fire? Is that it?” His bloody right arm shot out and through the searing pain at my throat, I turned to see tongues of brilliant orange fire shoot out of his palm and race around the room. They engulfed it, towering high to the endless ceiling, and leaning in closer to me as the man beckoned them onward with the twists of his scarlet fingers. I could feel their heat radiating onto my body, my sweat dripping down my face faster then before. I whimpered pathetically. “The sweet, powerful flames of glory? No. It’s not that.” the man thought pensively. “It’s not that kind of flame. It’s the burning light of daybreak, the singeing arms of mother sun as she stretches out into the morning and takes the velvet cloak of night from under our very unconscious noses, teasing us Dreamers with her taunts of simplicity. She calls us into the day, out of the slumber for which we long for and cherish. It’s sunrise that you fear, my darling. The glorious early morning symphony of reds and purples. And the fire.”
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Chapter 3 - Darkness. Fire. Him.

Darkness. Fire. Him.

Suddenly with a splat, I hit hard ground. But it wasn’t burning hot. It was cold. Ice cold. It stung as I stood up, my muscles spazzing from the impact they took and the rapid change from hot to cold. I could feel the tears still in my eyes freeze over and I quickly opened them to stop them from freezing shut. I watched as the crystalline ice droplets that had flown from my thick eyelashes tumbled through the air. They soared and gleamed like diamond, though I could not see how, there was as much light as the nothing had provided before. As they fell to the ground just below me and shattered into hundreds of beautiful fragments, I could feel warmth. Warmth that grabbed my shoulders and soon engulfed me in a warm embrace. I feared the fire once more, and looked down at my body in alarm to make sure I was not alight. But there was nothing. Just the warm feeling. But it was still cold, my legs could feel that, but in an almost hug like way, everything else felt warm.

Slowly I felt warmth edge closer to the side of my face, soon not inches away from my ear. Then I felt the soft warm touch on my ear that I could not mistake for gentle lips. There was a person beside me. I stretched out my arms in frenzy, but there was nothing there. I froze, and the lips I could still feel, so gentle and soft, spoke.

“Shhh... Shhh. Relax, it’s going to be ok.”

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Chapter 2 - The Darkness is Coming

The Darkness is Coming

I was back on the hill again, though the soft comfort of the night was gone and the flaming tongues of daybreak were singeing the grass on the horizon. I reached up my hand to the pale orange sky and imagined I was grabbing a piece of the wall. It gathered in my hand like cloth. Carefully, I peeled back my canvas like a sticker to reveal a desert world with deep purple skies and bright colourful auroras waving and flowing above millions of floating white orbs suspended over the dry, brittle ground. Another world... That was when I saw one of the orbs spew a thick black liquid like a fountain, only to be engulfed with it and burned until it was no more than an oily puddle. It was him, I thought almost instantly. I quickly pulled the cloth-like piece of wall back into place. For good measure, I thought of duct tape and duct taped the patch I had pulled on, just in case. I sat down then and started breathing quickly. Panic was taking me over. My place, this endless white canvas, my refuge from all the problems life threw at me, wasn’t safe any more. I could never come back. I could feel the tears on my cheeks, and I tried to fight them back but to no avail. I finally broke down and let the tears take my pain away.

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Chapter 1 - Prediction

Prediction

“There will come a day, a day of light, the day the saviour will be found that can win the fight. The battle will be long, and many shall die, but the world will be saved by this fearless ally. Her powers are strong, but something is wrong, she isn’t aware of the strength that she holds. But things will change, as fate takes its course, and with men by her side, she will be a powerful force. Star-crossed it seems, by a man in her dreams, who takes her heart by day and by night. He shares this love, it flows through his veins, with blood from the monster that still here remains. He found the saviour and taught her to fight, and with her he’ll help to do what is right. The son of the monster will vanquish its rule, with his love at his side, they will end what was cruel. Soon the man who will haunt our dreams, the air filling with blood chilling screams, will turn from his lighthearted ways. The man of the future will not save us all, in truth, he will be our downfall.

“So, my brothers, now you have heard. And I advise you to live by my word.”

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