Dream bolted upright in his bed, sweat plastered his clothes to his body, he looked at the small digital clock on his bedside table, the time showing 3:47 am. He raked a hand through his hair. Swinging his legs over the side of the rickety cot, he held his head in his hands.
"Not again" he thought, knowing he couldn't sleep he rubbed his eyes, and stood up. He grabbed a glass of water off of the bedside table and gulped it down, the cold water helping him calm down a little. Deciding on going on a patrol of the city he replaced the glass on the table.
He walked to a closet in the small bedroom he had. Opening the sliding door, he uncovered a suit, black with emerald green highlights and glowing strips. Next to the high-tech suit, was a case with two guns, knives, two expandable electric batons, and throwing stars, colours matching his suit.
On the rightmost side of the closet were two axes. Decently long and magnetic strips to attach to the back of his suit. He slipped the suit on and sheathed the guns and knives. The batons on the bottom of his arm, and fatal axes on his back. He pulled on the black mask, the high-tech fabric covering the bottom of his face.
He walked to a door that led out onto a platform on the roof. The night sky twinkled in all of its glory. He was envious of the sky, able to be free, unbound, and not afraid of judgement, able to show all of itself. Stilling, he listened.
His trained ears were waiting for a sound, the one that would spur him into action. He didn't have to wait long. A clang, and a scream echoed up from an alley, about 4 blocks away. He dashed silently over the flat roof tops.
He reached a big gap, easily three metres and jumped it, easily clearing the jump. He grabbed a pipe and slid down silently. Creeping into an alleyway, Dream heard a scuffle of clothes.
TW: IMPLIED ABUSE, ALCOHOL, RAPING ATTEMPT, BLOOD, GUNS, KNIVES
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A man was cornering a woman, from this distance Dream could smell the alcohol radiating off of him. The drunk grabbed the woman's arm and slammed her against the brick building, grabbing at her shirt. Grabbing a knife Dream flicked his wrist, the blade hit its mark.
The man let go of the woman, clutching his neck where the blade had hit his jugular. Dream stalked forward and flipped the man onto his back. Without even a second glance Dream swiftly pulled out a gun and shot the man, once in the chest and twice in the head.
The man slumped onto the ground. With ease, Dream had unceremoniously dumped him into a nearby dump. Then while taking his knife back, he put the gun back into its place on his thigh. He approached the woman, hands out to show that he had no weapon in his hands.
"I'm not here to hurt you" He said in a Scottish accent
The woman looked at him suspiciously, and took one of his outstretched hands,
"Thank you so much" She said, emotion covering her words "I don't know what that drunk man would have done, you saved me, how can I ever repay you?" She said, the tone of her voice asking him his name.
"Nightmare, just call me Nightmare, and you can repay me by staying safe" He said
The woman nodded and took off to the well lit street road.
A huge wave of fear engulfed him. Nightmare froze, the fear spreading through his body like a toxin, it felt artificial, and fake, Wolves don't feel, it's a weakness. Breathing deeply he shook off the weird sensation and soon he found out why it felt artificial.
"You handled that drunky quite well" A low gravelly voice said
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RandomTHIS IS AN INSPIRED FIC, I have used inspiration from There's Blood In You're Web Theseus, (Wipe It Out) and Lovin' You is my Achilles Heel , if the writers of these docs have a problem I will promptly edit and/or remove, Thanks ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
