Lucid Nightmares Reboot

Chapter 1

A startling blackness filled Christian Henderson's eyes as his world was ripped away from him. He was unable to move. He was unable to speak. For a brief moment, he was unable to even breathe. Nothing surrounded him except the heavy weight of complete absence.

Of complete silence.

Memories flooded though his mind, overwhelming it with emotion and thoughts as his life literally flashed before his eyes. His birth; his first day of being on Earth. His first steps; he was around one year old. His first day of school; he was six. His first friends; he was eight. The birth of his sister; he was eleven. The death of his sister due to arrhythmia; he was twelve. The day his father passed from chest pains; he was thirteen. The first day of high school; he was fourteen. The day he graduated; he was seventeen. The day his mother gave him her special silver butterfly pin when he moved out for college; he was eighteen.

The second he saw the truck coming.

And then everything stopped.

He regained his breath and opened his eyes; Absence was now filled with a white carpet flooring in about a six-by-six square that he stood in the middle of. The white reflected off of the intricately-designed white marble walls going about eight feet up, with blue lines etched into the solid marble corners of this enclosement. The wall in front of him seemed to be a sliding door of smooth shiny marble; this appeared to be an elevator, and a very fancy one at that. The only strange thing about this elevator, however, was the fact that there were no buttons. Not that there needed to be; the doors slid open with a very quiet shhh. Christian hesitated.

"Don't be shy," a soothing male voice coming directly from the walls of the elevator startled Christian. He looked around; Within the intricate blue lines in the marble walls, brilliant blue eyes had opened and were watching him with a look of reassurance. The voice continued. "The Assessment will be quick. I promise."

Christian stared at the eyes for a few seconds, then couldn't help but verbally say "what the fuck." He then immediately put a hand to his mouth.

The eyes in the walls widened for a second, then gave smiling quints as the voice chuckled. "Now now, careful with that language in the Court. Move along, young one." Magical white feathers with a blue glow materialized behind Christian and pushed him gently forward and out of the elevator.

He emerged into a spotlight in the center of a white room. He could vaguely see the outlines of faces behind pedestals in the darkness, the light directly on him greatly hindering his vision outside of the light. He seemed to be standing on more white carpet, and dull lines of reflected light in the darkness suggested that this room was also made of marble.

He also became vaguely aware of what he was wearing; a black hoodie over a bright indigo t-shirt and jeans torn at the knees. The same clothes he saw himself wearing in his visions of his past life right before he got hit by a truck.

"Thank you, Azrael," a male authoritative voice echoed in the chamber, coming from directly in front of Christian. Christian turned around to see the elevator, apparently Azrael, sink back down into the floor, leaving a smooth white marble floor where he had been.

Voices started whispering all around him, echoing throughout the chamber. Christian couldn't hear what exactly they were saying, but he was pretty sure he caught his own name. There was a weight of judgment in the air as the whispers slowly died down.

After a few moments of silence, small blue rings of light shone in the near-blackness of Christian's surroundings, the same color as Azrael's eyes in the elevator; thousands of angelic eyes were upon him, the rings making upward-arching outlines as if tracing the shapes of bird wings.