The Sandman's Dream (Sandman Fanfic)

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~~CAUTION: This story contains violence, mature content, language, and sexual content. If any of these upsets you please avoid but for the rest enjoy. A new part will be posted every Saturday unless I feel the need to change it.~~

"In a place so dark that demons fear, I'm rotting away, year after year, you're on the outside, you're laughing at me. One day, you'll pay, you will see." ~Archenemy

DREAM

Where there are dreams, there are nightmares, and where there are nightmares, there is me, Morpheus the King of Dreams. One of the seven Endless created by two cosmic entities to serve humanity. Each one of my siblings managed a different realm that served humanity as mine was known as The Dreaming. I create the beautiful dreams and terrible nightmares humans need when it comes time to learn something they need to understand. I protect the unconscious of all life, and without me, the universe could collapse onto itself. Without me, no one would sleep, and humanity would perish just as quickly as they were born.

But there are some dreams...nightmares that don't like to stay within the walls of The Dreaming. There is a Rogue nightmare...The Corinthian has caused some chaos within the mundane realm, and it was my job to bring him back. As I stand in my throne room, I begin to gather my tools that are laid out before me. First was my satchel of sand, an unlimited portion of sand that provides endless dreams to whoever was braced with its power. The second was my Helm, a mask crafted from a spine and skull of a God who passed eons ago. It was also my sigil. Finally was my Ruby, a dream stone and a symbol of my power that can grant its user the ability to have all of their dreams come true.

"My lord, you are coming back, aren't you?" my faithful librarian and confidant asked behind me; there was the sound of worry in her tone.

"Why would I not return, Lucienne?" I asked her with my back still to her as I holster my satchel of sand to my waist.

"I don't know, a presentiment." she began as I laced my sand into my palms and sprinkled it on the ground, letting it engulf me in its small tornado. "As powerful as you are here in your realm, dreams rarely survive in the waking world. Nightmares, on the other hand, seem to thrive there."

With those final words, I disappeared from my realm only to appear in a darkened alleyway with the sound of pain bouncing from the walls. Turning, I saw the nightmare in a yellow suit bending down over a now dead human.

"Corinthian..." I spoke, watching the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise as he flexed his shoulders. Rising from the floor, he slowly turned to look at me, pushing his glasses back over his nonexistent eyes. "My creations stay in The Dreaming. They do not walk amongst the living, killing mortals for pleasure."

"Isn't this why you created me? Why should we confine ourselves to their sleeping minds? Here, in the waking world, we're unstoppable. Nothing is preventing us from taking whoever, whatever we want." The Corinthian exclaimed; he was trying to beg for his life so I would leave, but I wouldn't be perturbed.

"There is, though," I answered coldly, pulling my ruby from my neck and watching the stone glow a bright red. The Corinthian dropped to his knees in fear while the stone began to consume him.

"My Lord...please no...no...I beg you." The Corinthian begged while he began to chip away from the world until a sharp pain hit me. Something was wrong as I clutched my chest feeling the world around me slip away, and the Corinthian disappeared from my line of sight. My body felt like it was being ripped apart, torn from limb to limb, while my mind felt like it was being sliced into ribbons. My body collapsed onto a cold floor as I felt paralyzed, unable to move. Chanting echoed in my ears as I could see I was surrounded by figures in black cloaks, a faint yellow marking was drawn under me, and weight was pushed down onto my weakened body. The chanting stopped as I could see a young boy approaching me; he snatched something from my waist, my sand. My vision was blurry, but I could still make out what was around me.

"Take the jewel..." an older man ordered the young one as I knew I couldn't let him steal the source of my power. With one last ounce of my strength, my one last push of power I felt it expelled from me, and soon I was consumed within darkness.

UNKNOWN

Whispers in my ears, a heavy pounding in my head, and a burning sensation that filled my flesh. Pins and needles soon replaced the burning as I saw a faint image of a man in black whisk passed my eyelids until they snapped open. I found myself on the cold hard ground; lifting my aching form, I saw I was in darkness.

Where was I? I had a big question as I rose to my wobbly feet. Who was I? It felt like everything inside of my mind had disappeared when I opened my eyes. My hands burned and tingled as I glanced down to see a faint red aura across my skin. In fear,, I shook both hands, hoping to remove the strange aura but it wouldn't leave me. It only grew and began to glow even brighter than it was earlier. It lit the dark room that I was in, it was unfamiliar to me as I couldn't place where I was before looking back at the aura in my hands.

"What is this?" I asked with a slight whisper watching the aura dance around me again until it slowly faded and disappeared, darkening the room once more around me. I then felt an ache in my chest, a painful sensation that brought me back to my knees as I clutched it with my hand. What was this pain? What was anything? Then the biggest question I had came rushing front and center of my thoughts, and that was why can't I remember anything?  

~~After binge watching this series in two days I ended up writing this story in a week, a first for me but I was inspired. Dream/Morpheus/Tom have caught my heart and now I hope he catches yours ;).~~