Part 3: Dreams of the Damned

Prologue:

                Six souls doomed to travel the stars float in an artificial sleep. Behind them are their homes and everything they ever knew. Ahead of them is only black. All they have to accompany them on their journey are the dreams of the damned.


 

Chapter 12: Saul Sinclair

                Saul dreamed of Calypso music, red poinsettias, tender lips caressing his own, blue eyes, and blonde hair glowing like the sun.

                He dreamed that he was flying through the air. No, not flying. Falling; falling towards the sun.

                He dreamed that as he fell the sun seemed to change before him. The sun was no longer the sun.

                He dreamed that the sun became a woman; a luscious woman with golden blonde hair, smiling.

                He dreamed that she smiled for him; and she stretched her arms out to him to embrace him.

                He dreamed that her eyes and her mouth were sown shut, and he began to scream.

                But he didn’t wake.

                Saul dreamed that he fell into the woman’s embrace, and she pulled him tightly, crushing him and burning him as he struggled to free himself.

                He dreamed that as he screamed the woman whose eyes and mouth were sown shut raised a finger to her lips, as if to quiet him.

                He dreamed that she held in her hand a long silver needle and thread.

                He dreamed that when it touched his skin the thread became a snake and the needle strung the snake through his lips until his lips too were sown shut.

                He tried to scream

                But he couldn’t.

                He dreamed that the snake twisted to where it was looking at him, eye to eye.

                He dreamed that the snake had the most beautiful, brown eyes.

                He whispered her name

                He begged her to help him

                The snake nodded its head.

                He dreamed that the snake kissed him once on each eyelid, softly, tenderly, like a wife kisses her husband goodnight.

                He dreamed that the snake stabbed its fangs deep into his eyes

                He dreamed that its venom crawled deep into his head, traveling through his body to his heart

                He dreamed that a fire began to engulf him from the inside out

                He tried to get one last look at those beautiful, sad, brown eyes

                But he couldn’t.

                He tried to scream

                But he couldn’t.

                Everything faded to black.


 

Chapter 13: Johnson

                Johnson dream of crimson red sunsets, men in dark suits, and ticking clocks

                He dreamed of a thick black forest, with the scarlet rays of the evening sun filtering through the foliage.

                He dreamed he was running through the forest, stepping on dry twigs and dead leaves that crumbled away.

                He dreamed that somewhere behind him, a loud roar shattered the silence of the cold dusk air.

                He dreamed that something was chasing him.

                He dreamed that something was going to kill him.

                He did not know why.

                He dreamed that the red skies began to darken with an approaching storm.

                He dreamed that thunder hit him like a hammer and lightning struck a tree in front of him, setting it ablaze.

                He dreamed that the fire began to circle around him, trapping him.

                No, not just him.

                He turned around and stared into the eyes of the largest, black bear he had ever seen.

                He dreamed that the bear’s eyes were a startling bright blue, and as he stared at the eyes, the bear stood up on its hind legs and roared.

                It was the same roar he had heard behind him.

                He dreamed that he fell backwards, and as he fell, his hand fell upon something metallic.

                He dreamed that he fished around in the dead leaves and produced a rusted, but sharp, sickle.

                He dreamed that he picked up the sickle and stared into the bear’s eyes once more.

                He dreamed that the heat from the flames around them was oppressing, sucking the air out of his lungs.

                He dreamed that as he struggled to breathe through the smoke, the bear became a man.

                He dreamed that the man was dressed in a black, black suit.

                He dreamed that the man point to his watch and shook his head.

                Then the fire reached Johnson and began to consume him.

                He tried to scream

                But he couldn’t.

                There simply wasn’t any air in his lungs.

                He dreamed that as his body burned and he began to lose consciousness, the man simply stood there, tapping his watch, and shaking his head.

                Everything faded to black.


 

Chapter 14: Jaiden Long

                Jaiden Long dreamed of bright blue computer monitors, Chinese food, techno music, cheap drinks, and all-night dance clubs.

                He dreamed of multi-colored lights flitting across his face.

                He dreamed of music flowing through him, not simply audio, but a living shape.

                He dreamed that the music moved like a wave across the surface of the ocean.

                He dreamed that it grew taller and taller as it came closer to him.

                He dreamed that as the wave hit him, his body began to move with the music and the wave.

                He dreamed that he no longer had control of his body, instead his body became a part of the wave.

                He dreamed that as the lights hit where his body met the wave, it became harder and harder to tell where one ended and the other began.

                He dreamed that soon his entire body became on with the wave, all he had left was his eyes.

                He tried to scream

                But he couldn’t.

                He no longer had a mouth.

                He dreamed that the wave split into two separate parts.

                He dreamed that the other wave began to shift, and its surface rippled as a feminine form began to take shape out of the wave.

                He dreamed that as the lights danced upon the feminine form, he could gradually make out her features.

                He dreamed she had long, black hair

                He dreamed that she had a petite button nose

                He dreamed that her narrow eyes were empty black holes

                He dreamed that there was a small hole in her chest, about the size of a twenty two caliber bullet.

                He dreamed that she walked towards him, and he couldn’t move or run away.

                He dreamed that the wave that was his body began to involuntary move towards her, as if pulled by an unstoppable force.

                He dreamed that the wave that was him was being sucked through her cold dead eyes.

                They were like two black holes

                He tried to scream

                But he couldn’t.

                He dreamed that the last thing his eyes saw before they too were lost in the black was her pale, fixed smile.

                Everything faded to black.


 

Chapter 15: D’Artagnan White

                D’Artagnan White dreamed of thick green jungles, jazz music, strong drinks, and explosions.

                He dreamed that he was alone in a clearing.

                He dreamed that all around him lay the bodies of fallen comrades.

                He couldn’t remember what happened to them.

                He couldn’t remember how they died.

                All he knew was that they would be avenged.

                He dreamed that from out of the edges of the clearing, soldiers approached.

                Enemy soldiers

                He dreamed that in his hand he held a machine gun.

                He dreamed that he began to scream.

                He dreamed that from his gun flew death, and death took the enemy soldiers as they fell one by one, joining the dead on the field.

                He dreamed that the gun became too hot for him to hold any longer, and he dropped it next to a man who used to be a soldier.

                He dreamed that he walked towards the fresh bodies of his slain enemies.

                He dreamed that as he approached, the bodies of his comrades began to stand up.

                He dreamed that his dead friends came up to him, spoke to him through lips caked in blood and dirt, and thanked him for saving them.

                He dreamed that he walked up to the first enemy he had killed.

                He dreamed that he took off the helmet, and underneath was a little porcelain doll.

                Like a little girl’s toy.

                He dreamed that there was a large bloody bullet hole between the two brown glass eyes.

                He dreamed that he went to the next body and took off the helmet, and underneath was a teddy bear.

                Like a little boy’s toy.

                He dreamed that one black button eye stared blankly back at him, the other replaced by a bloody hole.

                He dreamed that the next body was another teddy bear, and the next another doll.

                He dreamed that as his dead comrades clapped him on the back, he counted a total of ten children’s toys.

                Ten children’s toys he had shot.

                Ten children he had murdered.

                He tried to scream

                But he couldn’t.

                The cheers of his fallen comrades were too loud.

                Everything faded to black.


 

Chapter 16: KC Monroe

                KC Monroe dreamed of marble countertops, of large expressos, of lace garments, and broken bottles.

                She dreamed she was in her kitchen, her old kitchen.

                She dreamed that turkey was in the oven and vegetables were in the pot boiling.

                She dreamed that an old-fashioned clock in the shape of a cat stared at her from the wall.

                The cat’s eyes were missing, but she didn’t notice.

                She dreamed that there was a table with two place settings and a candle.

                She dreamed that something was wrong.

                She had forgotten something

                She dreamed that out of nowhere the table leapt up to hit her and knocked her to the floor.

                She had done something wrong

                She dreamed that a table leg slapped her across her face so hard that she felt a tooth break

                What had she done?

                She dreamed that another table leg held a broken beer bottle.

                She began to beg

                She dreamed that the table pressed the bottle against her stomach.

                She began to plead for her life

                She dreamed that the bottle cut through her blouse and drew blood.

                She tried to scream

                But she couldn’t.

                A table leg was gripping her by the throat and cutting off oxygen.

                She dreamed that the bottle slowly sliced into her bare flesh until it struck a bone.

                She dreamed that someone began to laugh.

                She tried to scream

                But she couldn’t.

                She dreamed that the table became a man.

                She dreamed that the man had bright red eyes that burned into her soul.

                She dreamed that the man continued to laugh as he cut her open.

                Suddenly, the lights went out, and all she could see was his cruel white smile and burning red eyes.

                All she could hear was his laughter as he continued to slash the bottle across her body.

                She tried to scream

                Everything faded to black.


 

Chapter 17: Emmy La’Beau

                Emmy La’Beau dreamed of the backseat of a nineteen seventy five Corvette Stingray, empty packs of cigarettes, cheap red lipstick, and an old leather jacket.

                She dreamed she was in the car with him again.

                She dreamed that they were in the back seat, and he smelled like guys should smell.

                He smelled good

                She dreamed that he took off his old leather jacket and tossed it in the front.

                She dreamed that his body was perfect, muscular and toned.

                She dreamed that he kissed her, and the kiss was perfect.

                Their lips met and she knew in her heart that he was the one.

                She dreamed that it began to change.

                She dreamed that her tongue began to burn, and she pulled away from him.

                There was a cigarette in his mouth.

                She dreamed that he got angry at her for pulling away.

                She dreamed that he yelled at her, but she couldn’t understand what he said.

                This only made him angrier.

                She dreamed that he grabbed her arm and began to squeeze.

                It hurt.

                She began to cry.

                This only made him angrier.

                She dreamed that he took the cigarette out of his mouth and pressed it into her exposed flesh.

                She began to scream.

                That definitely made him mad.

                She dreamed that he took his belt off and pulled her to him.

                She dreamed that he wrapped the belt around her neck and began to pull it tight.

                She dreamed that he began to laugh as she struggled against him.

                She couldn’t scream

                She couldn’t breathe.

                She dreamed that the car began to heat up, and as she looked out the window, she saw that they were no longer on the side of the road.

                They were surrounded by flames, bright yellow and red flames that licked against the car.

                She wanted to warn him about the fire, but she couldn’t breathe.

                She dreamed that his bright green eyes stared deep into her soul, making her feel every pain, loss, and hidden insecurity she had ever had.

                She dreamed that he laughed as she began to lose consciousness.

                She tried to scream

                Everything faded to black.


 

The End

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