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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As predicted.

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Sweet Dreams!

May Nightmare spare you!

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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Trevor's point of view

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Sweet Dreams!

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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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Let us begin.

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Sweet Dreams.

May Nightmare spare you.