Hunter By The Dozen

Chapter 2

"Home sweet home."

His voice dripping with sarcasm, Dream threw himself on his hard, cold bed, the bed's uncomfortable-like design, he says, keeping him always alert. Next to him, on his nightstand, sat a flower in a teapot the enterprises gave to him as a crummy promotional reward. It contained two flowers, one a nice, green hellebore and the other a blue cornflower. Distracted by his work, he forgot to water the cornflower and it died a few weeks later, the hellebore standing alone.

He got up and went to his kitchen, accidentally bumping into the table with one lone chair at its end. Dream dared not wincing at the pain, knowing very well this isn't even close to be the most pain he felt. He dung through the cabinets and pulled out a cereal box and milk, eating it quickly afterwards and heading to his room.

As he walked down the short, compressed hallway, he glanced at the walls that were a dark red, almost out of a horror movie. His socks splashed in the water that came from a leaky pipe, Dream barely noticing or caring about it. He hopped on his bed again, this time pulling out a picture from the desk drawer from the nightstand.

The picture was of a young Dream, full of innocence, not having a single man on his kill list. He was smiling stupidly into the camera, his mom smiling into the camera as well, with his sister on a tricycle to the side. It was the birthday he had when he was 6, going to a zoo, and the picture being of them at the park where the party took place, his father holding the camera.

Clay's eyes began to sting, and his throat tightened, which led him to shoving the photo back in the drawer, and got up. As he was about to go out to his small porch to read through his favorite book, the ring of his telephone filled the air. He ran towards the phone, knowing all too well who was on the other end.
As he picked up, a voice pierced the line, "Dream, we need you in the building this instance, this is an emergency."
Dream's spine shook after the call, never getting this type of urgency in all of his calls.

"We need to talk Dream."