Post by Fractured Princess on Jun 6, 2006 20:22:38 GMT 10
Just so you know... I wrote this 2-3 years ago and it is based on a dream I had just woken up from at the time. Due to it being written so long ago it is not edited, so please excuse.
~Fractured Princess.
Brandyn ran down the never-ending corridor, too afraid to turn and see if the beast was still following him. He had awoken in his bed to find his 5 friends slaughtered in their beds, blood pouring from their lifeless corpses. As he searched the room further, he noticed one of his friends had strange golden hair.
He approached the body and removed the sheets. What he had mistaken for one of his best friends, was actually a girl he had never met before. Her limp body still aglow with radiance he had never before encountered in a human. But where was his friend? And why had she been lying in his bed? Why were his friends murdered and how?
As if in reply to his thoughts, Brandyn heard a sort of snort from the corner of the room. He turned to face the noise, unaware of what it may be. Two bloodshot grey eyes met his gaze. The eyes belonged to a monster, the monster that was now following him. And at its feet lay his 5th friend, Cale.
He had turned and ran, the beast at his heels all the way. But when he turned into a short-cut, he managed to escape it, but he was still too scared to turn and look.
He continued to run, as fast as he could, down the corridor. He had heard the constant thudding of the monsters’ feet, but it wasn’t there anymore.
His nerves slowly calming, he finally built up the courage to turn and face the direction he had once been running from.
As he turned he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Looking down, he watched as the warmth ran from his body along with his blood.
Brandyn, still filled with shock, followed the direction of the golden blade to the wielders face. Smiling back at him was the face of the dead girl. Blood still covered it, smeared awkwardly across her lips and left cheek.
He felt his body go slack as he fell to the stone floor at his feet. Surrounded by a pool of his own blood, Brandyn slipped into an ominous sleep.
After what had seemed only seconds, Brandyn woke once more to the dark room. He sat upright with a jolt and stared around. No blood and no dead bodies; in fact, no bodies at all.
Confused and startled, he searched his stomach for blood. He found no blood, and he was grateful, or he would have been, had he not found a red and still fresh, scar, in the centre of his stomach.
Brandyn jumped back and pressed his spine as hard as he could against the bed head. As he pressed his hand hard on the bed, his hand did not connect with cloth, but rather, skin.
He looked down to find his hand pressed hard against the wrist of another.
Yelping due to fright, Brandyn pulled back before following the wrist to the persons’ face.
It was her again!
The girl that had died, but then come back to life only to stab him, was once again saturated in blood, naked and lifeless in his bed.
Come to think about it he was naked too.
With a startled gasp, he pulled back even more, only to find no footing, and fall, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
He rubbed his head where it had connected with the hard floor. Then he heard a voice.
“Brandyn? Are you okay?” The girl, who, yet again, he believed to be dead, poked her head over the edge of his bed, dripping blood on his stomach.
“What?! You were dead! Again!” Brandyn was starting to panic. What was happening to him?
“Brandyn, baby, are you okay?” The girl reached out and placed a supportive and rather blood covered hand on his shoulder as blood began to seep from the corners of her mouth.
Jumping to his feet, unable to take anymore, Brandyn ran from the room. Slamming the door wide open, he ran, once more, down the dark and eerily silent corridor.
He was no longer naked, but wearing the black skull pajamas he once owned as a child. As matter of fact, he was a child.
Scared and alone, he now ran down a long gravel lane. He could hear the crunch of footsteps and heavy thud of boots hitting against the ground behind him.
The footsteps were gaining on him, so he sped up. He was now running as fast as his feet would carry him; cut and bleeding like they were, it was utter agony. With every step he took, he could feel the bone in his foot grinding against the gravel below him.
They were still catching up and he could run no faster. His knees and ankles surrendering to the pain, he fell hard to the ground, feeling the mass of small stones tare and scrape at his body as they tore through his flesh and brought forth more blood.
Sprawled across the road, Brandyn felt himself lifted and thrown against a wire fence.
“I’ll go easy on you if you promise not to scream.” The voice echoed through his mind. Why was he reliving this night? Why?!
Disobeying the voice, he began screaming for help, for his dead mother, but neither came to his rescue.
“Mummy! Mummy please!” He continued as the gate was opened and he was pressed against the grass and held, so tightly that he felt fingerprints bruising onto his skin.
“Mummy!” He couldn’t understand why she didn’t answer, why she didn’t come. He continued to cry as a hand was clasped over his mouth and his clothes removed.
When he came to, Brandyn was lying in the grass, in the middle of a small alleyway, just off the edge of the lane with bright sunlight littering his surroundings. He could see the wire fence that had left thick, red welts imprinted on his back. Rubbing his arms gingerly he could feel the deep cuts from the gravel and the bruises left behind from the mans’ fingertips.
His clothes were beside him. He stood and winced. His feet were still torn and aching from running along the gravel road. He grabbed his pajamas and pulled them on, careful not to hurt his still healing wounds.
Brandyn made an attempt to walk, but fell to his knees in pain, which wasn’t much better because they too were cut pretty bad.
After making multiple attempts to even stand, he had decided to lie in the grass and wait until he felt better, or until someone found him.
Closing his eyes, Brandyn allowed the very daunting sleep that threatened to make him comatose, engulf him. The colours of the world swirled and faded like water emptying down a drain and Brandyn knew no more.
© Copyright 2005 Fractured Princess. All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Fractured Princess.
~Fractured Princess.
Brandyn Chasez
Dream Sequence #1
Dream Sequence #1
Brandyn ran down the never-ending corridor, too afraid to turn and see if the beast was still following him. He had awoken in his bed to find his 5 friends slaughtered in their beds, blood pouring from their lifeless corpses. As he searched the room further, he noticed one of his friends had strange golden hair.
He approached the body and removed the sheets. What he had mistaken for one of his best friends, was actually a girl he had never met before. Her limp body still aglow with radiance he had never before encountered in a human. But where was his friend? And why had she been lying in his bed? Why were his friends murdered and how?
As if in reply to his thoughts, Brandyn heard a sort of snort from the corner of the room. He turned to face the noise, unaware of what it may be. Two bloodshot grey eyes met his gaze. The eyes belonged to a monster, the monster that was now following him. And at its feet lay his 5th friend, Cale.
He had turned and ran, the beast at his heels all the way. But when he turned into a short-cut, he managed to escape it, but he was still too scared to turn and look.
He continued to run, as fast as he could, down the corridor. He had heard the constant thudding of the monsters’ feet, but it wasn’t there anymore.
His nerves slowly calming, he finally built up the courage to turn and face the direction he had once been running from.
As he turned he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Looking down, he watched as the warmth ran from his body along with his blood.
Brandyn, still filled with shock, followed the direction of the golden blade to the wielders face. Smiling back at him was the face of the dead girl. Blood still covered it, smeared awkwardly across her lips and left cheek.
He felt his body go slack as he fell to the stone floor at his feet. Surrounded by a pool of his own blood, Brandyn slipped into an ominous sleep.
After what had seemed only seconds, Brandyn woke once more to the dark room. He sat upright with a jolt and stared around. No blood and no dead bodies; in fact, no bodies at all.
Confused and startled, he searched his stomach for blood. He found no blood, and he was grateful, or he would have been, had he not found a red and still fresh, scar, in the centre of his stomach.
Brandyn jumped back and pressed his spine as hard as he could against the bed head. As he pressed his hand hard on the bed, his hand did not connect with cloth, but rather, skin.
He looked down to find his hand pressed hard against the wrist of another.
Yelping due to fright, Brandyn pulled back before following the wrist to the persons’ face.
It was her again!
The girl that had died, but then come back to life only to stab him, was once again saturated in blood, naked and lifeless in his bed.
Come to think about it he was naked too.
With a startled gasp, he pulled back even more, only to find no footing, and fall, crashing to the ground with a loud thud.
He rubbed his head where it had connected with the hard floor. Then he heard a voice.
“Brandyn? Are you okay?” The girl, who, yet again, he believed to be dead, poked her head over the edge of his bed, dripping blood on his stomach.
“What?! You were dead! Again!” Brandyn was starting to panic. What was happening to him?
“Brandyn, baby, are you okay?” The girl reached out and placed a supportive and rather blood covered hand on his shoulder as blood began to seep from the corners of her mouth.
Jumping to his feet, unable to take anymore, Brandyn ran from the room. Slamming the door wide open, he ran, once more, down the dark and eerily silent corridor.
He was no longer naked, but wearing the black skull pajamas he once owned as a child. As matter of fact, he was a child.
Scared and alone, he now ran down a long gravel lane. He could hear the crunch of footsteps and heavy thud of boots hitting against the ground behind him.
The footsteps were gaining on him, so he sped up. He was now running as fast as his feet would carry him; cut and bleeding like they were, it was utter agony. With every step he took, he could feel the bone in his foot grinding against the gravel below him.
They were still catching up and he could run no faster. His knees and ankles surrendering to the pain, he fell hard to the ground, feeling the mass of small stones tare and scrape at his body as they tore through his flesh and brought forth more blood.
Sprawled across the road, Brandyn felt himself lifted and thrown against a wire fence.
“I’ll go easy on you if you promise not to scream.” The voice echoed through his mind. Why was he reliving this night? Why?!
Disobeying the voice, he began screaming for help, for his dead mother, but neither came to his rescue.
“Mummy! Mummy please!” He continued as the gate was opened and he was pressed against the grass and held, so tightly that he felt fingerprints bruising onto his skin.
“Mummy!” He couldn’t understand why she didn’t answer, why she didn’t come. He continued to cry as a hand was clasped over his mouth and his clothes removed.
When he came to, Brandyn was lying in the grass, in the middle of a small alleyway, just off the edge of the lane with bright sunlight littering his surroundings. He could see the wire fence that had left thick, red welts imprinted on his back. Rubbing his arms gingerly he could feel the deep cuts from the gravel and the bruises left behind from the mans’ fingertips.
His clothes were beside him. He stood and winced. His feet were still torn and aching from running along the gravel road. He grabbed his pajamas and pulled them on, careful not to hurt his still healing wounds.
Brandyn made an attempt to walk, but fell to his knees in pain, which wasn’t much better because they too were cut pretty bad.
After making multiple attempts to even stand, he had decided to lie in the grass and wait until he felt better, or until someone found him.
Closing his eyes, Brandyn allowed the very daunting sleep that threatened to make him comatose, engulf him. The colours of the world swirled and faded like water emptying down a drain and Brandyn knew no more.
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