For the nth time, a dream.
Dream Entry.
I don't understand why the dreams I usually have that are memorable are the gruesome ones. That's already a clue to what is to be posted here.
The setting was atop a huge castle, over looking a large forest. The city lights were far from sight. And the early morning fog started to arise and drift upwards.
We were a group, huddled close together, uncertain of what was going on. But not once did we become confused about how we got there in the first place. Some of the others with me, I knew. And weirder yet, we were all in the same clothes, which looked a lot like our scrubs.
This guy came to us and lead us to a dark opening in the castle. He talked and moved like a host, and he spoke in a clear voice for all of us to hear. He poured out instructions on us, like what was going on was a game. The rules were simple: get to the bottom of the castle and the enemies were the ones not wearing the same uniform as our group did.
Enemies?
Yup, that's right. Okay, we said to ourselves, Let's get this over and done with. But as we inched toward the door, he stopped us. He might've said, You're forgetting something. Then he presented to us a tied up big blanket and opened it before us. There was a loud clatter. It sounded much like metal. And then I saw weapons, silver and shiny in the weak moonlight.
He told us to pick up whatever we fancy. Just not too much, he reminded us, or else it would slow us down. The rest of the group members, although in pure fright, took whatever was there and went inside the door. It was my turn. I slowly picked up two long, jagged knives. These will do, I thought.
As I entered the door, I saw a winding staircase leading below. The steps were not steep. In fact, they were almost molded together, that it looked almost flat; almost like a gigantic slide that lead to whatever was waiting down there. A single beam of light entered from the vertical tunnel we were in. That was the only way I could see anything around me. The walls and the floors were made with concrete, and absorbed the cold of the night. I felt almost dead as I walked forward.
And not far ahead, I saw a figure coming toward me and when it stepped into where the light shone, I saw that it was a person (not certain if it was a he/she, but for the purpose of this storytelling, let's make it a he) and he was wearing a different uniform than mine. I didn't think this game was for real. I didn't think that we were actually supposed to attack each other. So I just stood there, trying to work my way to smile at him, when all of a sudden he lunged at me with a weapon in hand. I don't know exactly what happened. Maybe I was able to dodge in time, but the next thing I knew, I was pinning him to the wall with my forearm across his neck. He smiled. Well, what are you waiting for? he asked me.
Indeed, what was I waiting for? If I didn't kill him, he would end up killing me. There wasn't much of a choice, so I took out one knife from my pocket with a free hand and placed the blade on his shoulder. And with all the effort that I could muster, I pulled the blade backward and forward against his skin until it ripped through his flesh, through his muscle, through his bone.
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