Fables Academy (TWAU)

Chapter 40-Problems, Princes and Princesses

(Can you believe this is my 40th chapter? I thought the book was going to end on this chapter to be honest but people are demanding for more so I'm giving you more. Just not as often...sorry. Enjoy!)

A few days later, Bigby still hadn't asked Mary because she had been having her own problems...
|Mary|

I had been having strange dreams recently. Well, not particularly strange in general, bad dreams. Heck, I'll even go all the way to say nightmares. I know what you're thinking;

"How could Bloody Mary even have nightmares when she was the worst of them all?"

I ask myself that exact same question when I wake up panting and drenched in sweat. And what are my nightmares about? The worst thing I could ever do - hurt Bigby. I know I've already hurt him, but that didn't count somehow. We had the occasional fight with both of us having minor cuts and bruises, nothing too serious.

But this dream was different. It was where I hurt him really badly, like near-death badly.

What I had dreams of, or visions since I can't really dream, is me and him as adults somewhere in New York. It was an alley outside a club of some sort. Convenient, right? Anyways, I was peering over him with a malicious smile. Now, it wasn't just the evil grin I gave people sometimes.

No, this was the smile I gave to people when I was about to kill them. My eyes are wide open in excitement, my breathing was calm and collected, and I had the mind of a killer.

Then again, when did I not? But it didn't feel like me. It felt like I had gone fully crazy, and my good side had been completely erased from existence leaving nothing but fury and the thirst for blood.

Bigby's blood.

I wasn't in my true form - just my normal attire of a white shirt, black jacket and jeans with some shoes similar to Doc. Martins. But it still seemed so scary since he was covered in blood with what looked like a bullet wound in his side. He was in his werewolf form at the time for some reason, and he was really badly hurt. Snow was there too, crying and holding his almost-lifeless body in her arms. I wasn't even doing anything to help, and it took my a moment to realise that this was me.

I had done this. And I was happy. These pictures or visions must be part of my awful imagination right? It couldn't possibly be real...

That's until this occurred more often. Every night actually. It would all be the same - him lying on the floor and me smiling like a madwoman. More details happened every time I fell asleep though. I eventually noticed I was holding an axe. Or to be more specific, Woody's axe. I knew it from anywhere, with its same mysterious markings and glint that never faded. I was holding it rather close to Bigby's neck, getting ready to chop-

That's when I would wake up almost crying. It felt so real, and it scared me. Sometimes I would wake up in New York not knowing where the hell I was. No one had summoned me by saying my name, no one had moved me, I just teleported there randomly. I woke up on top of buildings, in several alleyways and even on the road. Thank god I woke up before I got hit by a car.

It physically scared me to the point where I had to give up sleep entirely. I refuse to let my stupid brain show me that awful nightmare anymore.

But maybe it wasn't just my brain. Maybe it was the evil within, toying with my sleep and making me imagine the most horrible thing I could do to my childhood friend. I couldn't stop that part of me however, so the nightmare kept coming and wouldn't stop.

So instead of sleeping, I drank coffee, played video games, took it out on Georgie by punching him in his sleep...basically anything that would stop me from falling asleep. And God, was I tired.