The Condemned: Rewritten

Chapter 4 : The Nightmare that never leaves

Dreams . . .

The very personification of one's hopes and aspirations. Taking a limitless form within the mind of the beholder, it brings forth what many truly desire. Be it to glide against an endless sea or to soar in the highest of clouds, to be absolutely free. Many possess the very ability to manipulate the very concept, truly morphing it into what they see fit. Becoming the 𝐆𝐎𝐃 of their own reality, however . . .

Not all will go as one would like to believe. For one's mind is a mysterious unpredictable source. holding endless amounts of secrets that the brightest among the human race could not understand. With it, comes some dark. Malovent abominations gripped onto the psyche of many, choking the very sanity from them as their plagued with their worst fears. 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒, the opposite of dreams. Taking the form of beings that bring terror on the hardest of men. Manipulating the very demons they hold within their soul. Be it a traumatic memory or a monster that lives within the abyss. Scarring their victims without end, without 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐘. So what if such nightmares already became reality. Escaping the very confines of one's mind and taking forth a 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 manifestation. Well, one would need not look far, for a simple boy was living through it all.

Tossing and turning, sweat dripping down his temple as shiver breath escaped his quivering lips. Silent whimpers filled the room as he held close the only sort of comfort. Endlessly was he bombarded with the events of his untimely demise. Vividly replaying before his very eyes as their voices taunted him. Berating him, condemning him for his crimes against many while praising the acts of the ones who mercilessly ended him. He felt as if someone viciously held him by the sides of his cheeks and forced him to watch such a daunting show.

" P-please ... Enough of this ... " He softly begged as tears softly dripped at the sides of his gripped sides. His pleads were met with nothing more than wicked roaring laughter. Endlessly echoing through the darkness as amalgamation between his classmates and eldritch monstrosities surrounded him. Looming over him as their vile grins greeted him with their voice distorted in all sorts of manners.

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓 !!!

They shouted with glee as they contiuened closer. All the little boy was make himself smaller and smaller until thei finally consumed him. He jolted awake , frantaclly wave about as the blanket encased him. Landing upon the hard floor with a bellowing thud. He did not move, merely looking upon the dark ceiling above him as the moon light pierced through his blinds. His breath stiffled as he felt the sweat covered shirt stick against her skin. Slowly he composed himself, kicking away the frabric afore standing up on her feet. He silently looked around , awaiting for the shadows to leace from their dens to surround him like a pack of starving wolves but they never came. He picked up his phone, wincing at the sight of flashing light that nearly blinded him. Squinting , he saw the time.

" 8:30 huh...fuck "

He shut his phone down before narrowing his sights towards his pc. A gift giving to him by his mother, something he rarely had gotten from. He walked over and took a seat, booting it up and resting upon the search engine. For what felt like hours, he stared at the rainbow letters and the search bar as he pondered what to do. What could he do? the most he would find would be religous and cult like teachings about reincranation. Manily the ones where a soul would pass on to the next life, not forever repeating the cycle of hell over and over and...over. Such thought reminded him of an manga series he had read. Where a soliders killed an alien life form and was drenched in their blood, causing them to repeat the day over and over again. Endlessly repeating until he had reached his goal. Luckily for him, he had help from someone who underwent the same experience and was guided through it.

Throughout , The solider began to go through a change. Becaming colder , inhuman. To the point they were accomplish super human feats thanks to the training they would recieve from their earlier attempts. It became to the point where they could not remember the amounts of deaths they underwent, due to the very desire to save the one he had grown to love. Endlessly watching her die had changed him...

Mineta, however, was no solider. He was no hero with companions that he could rely on the time of need. He was but a mere boy who was dealt the wrong hand. He sighed in defeat as he rested his head into his palms.

" I need a drink ... "