The Dreamers

The Woods

now that the idiotic staff had rejected us we decided to head into the woods as a last resort due to the rumors of murder's in here. As Thomas and I walked in the nearest woods we were looking for logs and sticks to set up camp for the night. After a while I came across a pretty clean looking lake and splashed some of the nice and warm water on my burnt arm to try and clean it up. The burn looked like a third degree burn so I guess it's going to give me a permanent grotesque mark so I guess I will just have to deal with the damn piece of burned shit. 

 Thank god and all the angels that it wasn't my left arm because if it was I wouldn't be able to do anything like write this down for you, my child. I am going to name you peculiar.  After we set up our camp we settled down and tried to figure out what the hell is going on. I really felt like something really strange was going to happen. I whispered to Thomas my thoughts on what was going to happen in the near future. 

Most were dark and involved death and pain and suffering. I heard a voice calling our code names which was already strange enough and they were telling us to head on over to them. This voice was familiar, almost too familiar. I was thinking of all the people it could be it. it was manly which meant it wasn't a girl or kid. I was tuning my hearing and then it came to me. I realized that is was the bartender. 

He was calling for us to take us back to the MAWB. I was in doubt at the beginning Because the place was just burnt down and they basically told us to take a hike and fuck ourselves, but Thomas ended up getting me to go there and we paid the bloody price that comes with blind guessing. The barkeeper ended up grabbing us, beating us and putting us in one big suitcase. 

He brought us on to this very tight boat and we waited for what felt like a day. The suitcase started moving which meant that The barkeeper was moving. He dropped us on this new big boat anywhere from 500 to 1000 metres into the depths of the new ship which told us this ship was huge. We could just barely get out of the suitcase.

 I ended up saying something along the lines of us being dead and that we need to prove our worthiness. We opened the suitcase and slept in there. We both dreamed of the Orphan keeper. In this dream she was brutally killing a familiar child. Once she had killed the child she turned her head like she was an owl,  staring into what felt like our souls. We then woke up immediately, scared to what felt like the death of a dead person's soul.