All Nightmare Long…
People always told me that Nightmares weren’t real, that they can’t hurt you, they are just your mind playing tricks on you…They were wrong…So very wrong…My name is Weiss Deckart and I’ve been trapped in a nightmare for 12 years….12 long wretched, haunting years…This is a tale my survival in that harsh, unforgiving world
It all started I guess when I was born, no Father, no mother. I grew up in a foster care for a bit, till the age of 4 when a couple called Mr. and Mrs. Adelbert and Wilhelm Friedrick. Nice people, loving, carefree…they were a bit daft at times, odd in other words. The Friedrick’s always tried to get me to talk to others, thought I was shy. I wasn’t shy just a little anti-social, that and I had an odd ability to sense the personalities in people or rather their mental state. I wasn’t psychic or anything just a weird sense. Some of the kids I sensed were abused by either physical injuries by their parents, raped, parents paid someone to rape their child, or the child had seen some really horrible stuff. But either way I never made a lot of friends growing up, to be more exact none.
At the age of six I started getting Nightmares Not your normal nightmares not even night terrors, these nightmares were worse than those. Nightmares of horrible, slimy, mutated things, skinning humans alive, chomping on flesh, meat, and bone. The world looked as though the world we live in now was destroyed covered in red living organisms moving, breathing almost…symbiotic…when I dreamt of this world I felt like I was a part of it, felt so real. Shivers went down my spine when I was there. I told my foster parents this, but they sent me to a shrink…great deal that did. The nightmares only got worse at eight I ran in to a creature, this emotionless creature was large peach coloured. It walked on all fours, but it felt human even though it had a lack of any human details. This creature had no face just a large mouth full of razor sharp teeth, no eyes, nose or ears. The creature also was slimy and had spines protruding fron it’s head to it’s mid back. It just looked at me lifted up it’s massive arm and slice at me it grazed me as I jumped back I then grabbed the nearest heavy object and bashed the thing’s head in, or what looked like a head anyway. I then woke up and tried to sit up, but a sharp pain ran across my chest, I took off my shirt and saw the cut that vile creature gave me in my dream, I then started to realize this was no ordinary dream. I showed my foster parents, but they just thought I did it for attention. They then did the most unthinkable thing…the sent me to a mental institute, I was outraged. In the mental institute, they gave me a pill every night before I went to sleep so I “wouldn’t” dream, the pills did nothing. I slowly started to loose it in there, go figure…
Then at 12 was when I went into a coma. I was pacing back and fourth in my room when I started to get really tired, mind you it was about 2 in the afternoon, then out of no where I collapsed and hit my head on the corner of my dresser drawer, I was knocked unconscious, this is where I lost my sanity, or rather all aspect of reality. This is where my nightmare truly begins…When I then awoke I took a look around and my heart sank, I was in the nightmare world. I slowly got to my feet and noticed I seemed to be in some sort of church, I could tell it was a church from the altar and the broken cross on the ground. I creeped around the busted up church for any signs of life, but there was none.
“This place feels so more…more than when I just fall asleep, what is going on here…?” I asked myself. I treaded carefully so if there was one of those things near by it wouldn’t get alerted to my presence. I kept moving in search of any safe place to be instead of being out in the open. The strange thing was the more I walked, the less I felt tired almost as if this place ignored all physical ailments, I also realized I didn’t have the need to eat or drink I never felt hungry or thirsty. It felt like days since I’ve arrived in this god forsaken place. I stopped to just take a break even though I didn’t need to, I ran my hand throught my long blonde hair Then I heard a scream off in the distance it sounded like a woman, I ran as fast as I can to see if I could get to her in time before those gross bastards got to her. When I finally arrived I saw the girl on the ground with that thing leaning in on her with it’s slimy tounge moving across her face I thought she was already dead, but I didn’t care I picked up what seemed like a rebar pole and ran at the thing. The creature in all of it’s slimy, fleshy, vomit inducing glory turned toward me as soon as I cracked it over the head with the bar, it stumbled back a few steps and lunged at me, subconsciously I moved to the side as if by some force moved me, I hit it’s slimy head once more, it wailed in pain and slashed at me, it clawed me down the face, it left three scars two cuts across my eyes and on across my nose in a diagonal from right to left. I didn’t realize it but that attack should of blinded me. I went on a frenzy and kept bashing the thing all over, then I aimed for it’s knee and swung as hard as I could and smash off it’s leg, it wailed again in a great cry, I then jammed the rebar in it’s eye and just twisted till it stopped moving. Covered in tar coloured blood I staggered to the girl to see if I was too late, she was breathing, but barely. The young girl opened her eyes slowly and looked up at me and smiled a soft and beautiful smile. I carried her to an abandoned building and did everything I could do to help her which wasn’t much. I then watched her for five days, the girl finally awoke lazily looked at me with my back towards her, she got up and creeped over to me and shyly hugged my body.
“THANK YOU! I was trying to get back to the shelter after I got separated from everyone…They must all be worried by now…” The young girl spoke softly.
I just looked at the girl and for the first time couldn’t sense anything from her. I just shrugged it off, and gave a weak smile and just looked at her. A few minutes went by in silence till she broke the silence by introducing herself.
“My name is Katrina Lengends. Who are you?” Katrina asked as she reached out her small gentle hand. I was taken back from her sheer friendliness, since when ever I met people they all didn’t want anything to do with me.
“Weiss, Weiss Deckart.” I spoke cautiously. Katrina looked ecstatic to hear me speak that she was practically exploding.
“Come, come, let’s go find the shelter!” Katrina spoke as she practically dragged me down. “But be quiet we don’t want muties to find us…” I felt a weird feeling when she said the word muties. We walked fo days untill we happened on this little shit hole in the ground, but as soon as I walked in all I felt was suffereing death and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. Katrina dragged me all over the place showing me various and inconsequential things. Katrina finally took me to see this guy who was apparently the head honcho I guess, She told him that I saved her from the creature, when she was finished speaking the old man turned to me and grasped my shoulder and spoke.
“Young man did you really…kill one of those bastards?” The man spoke, with a look of hope in his eyes, all I did was nod my head. The man smiled and looked up as if there was something there, maybe he was praying to god…but here in this goodless land I doubt he’d step foot in here. the man hurried away gathering everyone, but before he disapeared I heard him say rebe l, Ithought that on man had gone stir crazy from being here. I decided to go around the place and ask if anyone knows where and why they are here, but when I finished no one knew anything about this place, or even how we got here.
Months went by and there wasn’t anything about a war with these so called Muties, then finally the leader called a meeting with the entire colony. When everyone gather in the main hall the leader spoke.
“Everyone listen hear, I have gathered you all here to discuss an urgent matter at hand. We all know the Creatures that roam this world, these things can be killed one of us has killed one, so it’s entirely possible to kill them we just need the tools. And by next week we will have the tools a lot of us are working on it as of now, and when they are finished we will attack the known hives where these things live. I have already made a team to neutralize the threat. The leader of this team is Weiss since he’s the only one who was able to kill one. Now dismissed!” The leader bellowed.
I stood there glareing at the leader as he returned the glare with a wry smirk. This staring contest went on for a few minutes till I felt arms curl around my left armand at this point I noticed a loveing embrace as I turned to see the one glued to my arm I thought to myself, “you won this round old man…” When I gazed upon the one that clung to me so tightly and realized it was that girl I saved, at this time is when I fully took her appearance in. This girl was about my age, she had long red hair with a bit of a curl to it it was in a pony tail with parts of her bangs covering her left eye which was down to her chin. Her eyes were a beautiful shade of bright green with a happy and loving look in them. Her smile felt as if looking upon it it would kill you and bring you back just to knock you out with a kiss, they were a luscious shade of pink. If you looked at her body you would say she was in her twenties since it was already filled out, her chest was bigger than most girls her age. I couldn’t stop staring at her I had never felt like this before I just didn’t know what to do. I then realized her chest was pressed against my arm and I started to turn bright red and I finally looked away.
“Weiss…your eyes are two different colours they weren’t either of those colours when you saved me…do you have any idea?” Kat asked in a concerned tone. But something was up for when I first woke up in the church I have felt weird I just couldn’t figure it out. I was shocked that both my eyes were not my original eye colour and that they were two different colours all together. I turned to her and just shrugged she gave a smile that would brighten the darkest of nights. She pulled my arm that she was attached to and took me to the roof of this rundown place and she climbed up on a small wall and urged me to come sit with her. I just jumped and pulled up and landed on the wall rather quickly and with ease. “Where were you when you before falling in this nightmare coma?” Kat whispered.
I looked uneasily at her but some reason I told her the truth instead of lieing. “…Well…I was in a mental institute somewhere in Boston…I was there because my foster parents thought I was nuts telling them that the nightmares were real. When I was eight I came across one of those dog things in this place when I was sleeping, and I cracked it over the head with something. The creature cut my stomache right after, it left scars on my Stomach.” I said as I lifted up my shirt to show her the claw marks. I saw the worried look in her eyes.
