SleepWalker

Chapter 11

Remember when I apologised for that cliffhanger? Yeah I lied.

"Meisie?" The voice awakened Darcy from her sleep. Am I in heaven? She wondered.
She opened her eyes to see a pair of green lamp-like ones staring down at her. She shot out of bed screaming.
"në rregull ayn ki," the Inkblood said jumping frantically in an attempt to calm her down.
Darcy took a deep breath and steadied herself. This was obviously NOT heaven, yet she felt strangely safe. She was in a tastefully decorated room. Nothing too fancy, just a bed and dresser, but they had a touch of old elegance.
"I see you're finally awake," Darcy whipped around to see a lightly built young man leaning against the open door.
"Michael?" She asked. "Where am I?"
"In my house," he said. "Come down, breakfast's ready."
A memory of shadows and a set of long claws shifted through her mind. Morpheus.
"You saved me?" She asked. "What happened to Morpheus? How did I get here?"
"Easy," he said raising his palms in a calming gesture. "We'll talk over breakfast. Get dressed."

Despite their diminutive size, the Inkbloods were excellent cooks. Darcy quickly wolfed down bacon and eggs and a dozen other items. When she was done, she felt much better, fully rested and ready for some answers. Michael was silent through out the meal. Darcy had looked for Ruth but she didn't seem to be around. This worried her a little. The older woman seemed to have a tempering effect on her son.
"So," she said trying to strike up a conversation. "How did I get here ?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Michael said. "I had you brought here."
"What about Morph?"
"You really want answers huh?" he asked. Darcy simply shrugged.
"Alright," he sighed. "Morpheus is still a servant of Mortmalus. His power is steadily increasing. Now that the Harvest is complete, he simply needs to stick around long enough to create some more fear and he'll be strong enough to conquer the other infernal realms."
"That sucks," she said. "So you saved me huh?"
"Yes," he replied with a shrug. "Well,most of you."
"What do you mean most of me?"
Michael didn't answer. Darcy looked all over herself to make sure she still had all her limbs.
"Why did you say that?" She repeated.
"Darcy," Michael said, his tone for the first time gentle. "This might be a shock for you. Scratch that this is most certainly going to be a shock for you."
"What?"
"I didn't save you."
"Don't be ridiculous!" She said. "I'm right here!"
Michael had a painful look in his eyes.
"I sent the Inkies to get you out of there," he said. "But they were too late. I'm sorry, Darcy."
"What are you talking about?" She asked, rising to her feet. "What do you mean?"
"You're dead, Darcy." Michael said, his brilliant green eyes fixed on hers with an expression like shattered glass.
"I couldn't save you. You're dead."

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I told you it wouldn't be what you expected 😉. Now the story gets really interesting.