|I awoke, drenched in sweat, after that same dream. The same one I have
been having for the last 4 years. It is always the same, those same eyes,
that same laugh, the same feeling of power. I don't know what it all means,
and I want help, but I can't seem to find it. I tried going to a shrink
once, but she couldn't help. I have tried alternate healing methods, like
witch doctors, that didn't work, herbal healing did not help at all. I
even tried hypnosis, but as soon as the hypnotist entered my mind, he
was killed. I was told that it was a freak accident, some sort of medical
problem the hypnotist was having, but I know that is not true.
Deep down inside me I didn't want anybody to look into my mind. After all it is my mind, and it holds many secrets that I don't want to reveal. So I somehow managed to kill him, and that scares me, a lot. So that brings me back to the aftermath of my dream. It seems so real, yet surreal, for the things I see cannot be from this day and age. They are too horrible to even mention to another human being. I think I am seeing hell.
Every night when I wake up, scared shitless from the things I have seen, I think these things, these same thoughts, and all I can do is tell myself that it was just a dream, that I am normal. But it is a lie, and deep down I know it. So I unwillingly get up, too scared to go back to sleep, but not ready for the day. I take a shower, to cleanse myself of the terrible things that I have seen myself doing. I shave, brush my teeth, and look at my pitiful body in the mirror. It is not something to be proud of, sure at least it is not fat, but there is no muscle. Then I get dressed for work. That is all that I can do.
Work is the same old drudgery that I am used to. I sit there, at my computer, dreaming about going out that night. That is all I have, with out it, I would go insane. Nightlife is my only hope, it is where I get away from my self-pity. And tonight is going to be no exception, it will be a party of note, I will go and make it one to remember...
I went straight out side and started looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. Then I heard a scream, it sounded like Alison, and it was coming from a near by alley. I dropped my beer and sprinted there as fast as my legs would carry me. As soon as I ran into the alley I knew something was wrong. It was very dark but I sensed something bad about to happen. I didn't care for my safety, I just needed to find Alison. Then I saw her, in the middle of the alley, with two men holding her. She was struggling to get away but they where too strong. I didn't want the men to know that I was there, so I ran next to the wall, under the shadows. I knew that they would hear me, but I just needed to get closer. I was starting to near them, and they still hadn't heard me, but one of them would any second now. Luckily it was Alison who heard me first. She bit the one man's hand and screamed. They panicked, and gave me the chance I needed.
While I was still running I picked up a trash can lid, I knew that
they would be armed, so I should be to. The first man turned around
just in time to see me, but it was to late, I bore down on him. I lifted
up the lid and hid him square in the face with all my strength. It was
enough to knock him to the ground. But I didn't know for how long. I
had to work quickly. I had lost the advantage of surprise. The second
man threw Alison to the ground, her legs where tied, so she couldn't
move. The attacker took out a knife and readied himself for my attack.
I was still running when I reached him, I used to lid as a shield from
his knife. I blocked his jab and punched him in the face. He was knocked
backwards, he dropped the knife and fell to the ground, but he wasn't
down for long, my shot wasn't hard enough, I would have to do better
next time. It was time for round two, I launched a huge punch at his
face, he ducked down to the left just in time, but the lid still hit
him on the shoulder. It hit him hard and must have hurt. I knew it was
a good shot because I couldn't keep a grip on the lid, it slipped out
of hand and 'clanged' on the ground.
When I reached him, I put his arms behind his head, and held them there
by kneeling on them. I knew he was going to struggle, but I would make
sure he did not get up.
The easiest way to suffocate him would be to hold his mouth and nose shut. So I held his nose closed, and shut his mouth for him. The look in his eyes was comical, he was begging for life, he just didn't realize that he was going to die, he still had hope, but for him, there is no hope. He was starting to struggle, but I kept him down firmly. His kicks couldn't react me, his arms were held in place, so I was safe. I could feel him getting weaker, I could feel his strength leaving him, and I didn't care, in fact I was pleased by the fact that he was going to die soon.
Alison was just sitting there, watching the whole thing. But she didn't look shocked, she was surprisingly calm, and didn't seem bothered by what she was witnessing. I looked into her eyes, and felt that same inner strength, but this time I sensed a calm sense of being as well. She was some one with great potential. Then her eyes looked away from mine, to behind me, and I knew what she was seeing. The first man was behind me, he was no longer on the ground, and I had to put him back there. If I let go of the second man and let him breath, I would be over powered and out numbered. I had to keep my hold and fight the first man. So I held number two's nose with in between my thumb and index finger. I clamped his mouth shut with the palm of the same hand. I now had one hand free. Then I put both his legs under one knee. I now had one hand and one leg free. That was enough.
I knew the first guy was getting close, but I could not turn around to look, or trust Alison's judgment of how far he was. I would have to do it myself. I had to trust my instincts, which I had always been good at. I could feel him getting close, but I needed to wait, I only had one chance at this. If I failed, I was dead. I waited a bit longer, until I could almost feel him breathing, which is some thing that the second man had stopped doing. When I was sure he was close enough, I lashed out with my right foot, hoping to connect with his lower leg. It was as if my kick was in slow motion, I could feel it moving, but time had slowed down. I was looking forward, but I knew what was happening behind me. My foot finally hit him at the top of his foot, at the very bottom of his leg. It was a hard kick that he was not expecting, so he lost his balance. He started to fall forward, towards me. I knew what I had to do. The second man was nearly dead, and this guy was a witness. I had to dispose of him.
I could sense his body falling towards me, his face was just behind my right shoulder. Luckily it was my right hand that was free. So I made my hand into a fist, tensed up my arm and let a punch fly. It was aimed for his nose, but it is hard to aim without looking. But I had my senses to rely on. My fist hit him on the bottom of his nose, his nose broke, and was forced upwards by my knuckle. It pierced through his skin at the top of his nose, and then went straight through his skull and into his brain, instantly killing him. His limp body fell in me, his bleeding face was resting on my shoulder, but I had to wait. To make sure that the second man was dead.
When I was sure he was dead, I let go of him, and shrugged the first
guy off. I had killed them both, but what is done is done, so I forgot
about them and moved over to Alison. She didn't look frightened, which
I thought was weird, I mean normal people would be scared. But as I
said she was different, she was special, and I would protect her, as
I have just done. I just hope that she is okay with what I have done.