Deadly Dreamer - Book One ✔️

Chapter 5

My body propels forward away from the wall, keeping my hold on the object that's strapped to my back and out onto what I can only assume is a trail. There are large trees around us, surrounding the trail. Their limbs sway with the passing breeze, which in turn makes me look up and ensure I won't be crushed by one of their fallen branches that sit haphazardly beside the trail.

It's late, I'm guessing about 3am. The air is warm. When the wind picks up erratically it cools my damp, sweaty neck.

I find him walking very relaxed towards me, it is clear that he is unaware of my presence because when he notices me he instantly freezes in place. A moment later his senses must kick in because he positions his body into a fight stance. How he knows I'm a threat, I don't know, but I'm keen.

My minds leaps with excitement at what's to come.

My opponent is tall, maybe 6 foot 3. This doesn't worry me. I can take him, I think to myself confidently. I won't need the weapon that's in my grip, this will be much more interesting with hand to hand combat. I release the weapon and prepare for a good fight. The certainty I have that I can handle this man on my own is unsettling.

I can feel my heart rate rising at the mere thought of it. From excitement or fear I can't be sure, I can't seem to separate my feelings at this point in time. I'm at a complete loss for where my thoughts are coming from too, my mind just reacts and thoughts float through my mind before I can really grasp them. I have no control.

My mind drifts off again.

This will probably be an easy fight. I'm already losing interest. I can see this strangers weaknesses clear as day.

He favours his right leg slightly, so even though it's well hidden he must have an old injury in his left leg. He's got a weak fight stance. Fists just barely holding themselves together and his back isn't strong either, his shoulders are slumped.

What a damn disappointment.

As all this information is processing in my head, I'm trying to see what my mind sees because this is all so foreign to me.

He takes a step forward, his long greasy brown hair draping across his left eye a little. He's very skinny for his height. Almost waif like.

I decide to take my time with him. He doesn't deserve my mercy for any reason especially after what he's been doing. Plus there's never any fun in a quick painless death and I want to enjoy this.

I dash forward and intercept him in a short few strides, which he's not expecting at all due to my size.

I stand at a comfortable 5 foot 11, so although I'm no giant I've still got enough height to use to my advantage.

I jab him hard in his throat, he bends a little at the waist so I grab his left shoulder and pull his body down to a half bent position then I use his right knee as a lever to bring my entire body up and sling both of my legs around his head, I then use the force of my body to flip his down to the ground with raw strength.

His breath rushes out of him as he makes impact with the concrete. I take the short opportunity to leap back onto my feet to prepare myself for the next attack.

He stares up at me wide eyed, with surprise running across his features.

I stomp down, hard on his left knee to cripple his movements further. I wait for him to get back on his feet so I can have some real fun and let him think he can get in a good punch or two.

He stumbles toward me a little awkwardly, I hold my fists up bouncing on my toes to add a little comedy to it (that's what they do in the movies isn't it?). I'm feeling as though I'm going through the motions, it must be one of my more dramatic and wild dreams.

I then motion my fingers in a 'come and get me' motion and say "whatcha waiting for big man? Afraid of little ol' me?" I'm laughing to myself on the inside and grinning on the outside.

It crosses my mind for a second that I must look just a little psychotic but that's not what he's thinking as his face screws up and he growls at me like a wild chihuahua. He's much too skinny to be frightening, it's laughable and I wish I had thought to record this moment in time.

My mind keeps pitching back and forth between me and this alter ego with sadistic intent. I cannot get a grip on myself. It's shocking how real this feels but like a dream at the same time. I don't know what to believe.

Focusing back on the creep in front of me, my patience wavers. The fact that he's not moving towards me yet bothers me, he's such a pussy.

I decide to make a move instead to get the ball rolling again.

I run at him, closing the gap between us and duck under his weak swing at my head and spear tackle him into a tree with a big 'oof' expelling from his lips. I move back again to give myself enough room to pound his body with my fists when he punches me hard in my side.

"Ugh." I groan from the impact. Looking up at him, I grin again. Enjoying the thrill of the moment.

I brush it off and bring my own fists into his sides with complete accuracy. He should really be feeling his kidneys now.

He surprises me and kicks my feet out from under me. In the short time that I regain my footing I find he has run over to a park bench to pick up a fallen tree branch. I knew that they would come in handy at some point.

He's striding back towards me when I kick out at the side of his injured knee and he drops to the ground, losing the branch in the fall. I pick it up and decide to finish off this charade.

I wander over to him, then stand over his body as he clutches his knee in agony.

He then meets my eyes and my mouth moves of it's own accord, "you will never hurt them again fucker." I then bring the branch down hard into his skull, again and again.

The first hit knocks him out cold.
A cracking sound proceeds as I continue striking him, caving in his skull. His head becomes softer and softer as I beat it with pure precision.

I do this until I'm breathing hard, with a slick sweat covering my body and my limbs are trembling with exhaustion. He was dead long ago but he deserved the disfigurement.

He's unrecognisable now. Just like his victims were.

A death well earned I would say.

Then I turn on my heel, dropping the branch and then meet complete darkness back in bed with Alex lying silently next to me.

What the fuck was that?