Sam the Assassin(s)

Chapter 1

[**Samantha’s POV**]

 I dreamed my little sister’s dream tonight. Or should I call it her nightmare.

She was standing in a corridor that seemed never-ending. Shivering in her thin nightgown at the sudden chill, she clutched her precious teddy bear closer to her chest. Her messy blonde curls –quite antithesis to my dark hair- enveloped her baby face and her small bare felt uncomfortably itchy on the worn out carpet.

She turned around, inspecting her surroundings, trying to figure out where she was and more importantly how she would get out. But the corridor seemed as endless from this angle as it was before; its path disappearing deep into the shadows.

Not sure what to do next, she just sat down, her legs crossed.

“Where do you think I should go, Mr. Pickles?” she asked her bear, her high pitched voice echoed in the silence. The bear said nothing.

She sighed, “I don’t know, either.”

The sight of her helplessness tore me apart. Watching my baby sis stuck in this messed up place did not work for me. But there was nothing I can do except watch. I couldn’t even just ‘exit’ out of this dream, I haven’t really figured out how to yet.

There was a sudden thud far into the shadows, sounding as if someone just jumped from the roof and onto the thin carpet.

Eva gasped, her blue eyes widening. She slowly got up making sure she took Mr. Pickles with her. Even I stilled, dammit, I hate this part.

There were still some muffled sounds of footsteps, hinting that person was coming closer. Eva slowly started backing away, tightening her grip on Mr. Pickles.

“W-who’s there?” she stuttered.

The footsteps stopped; the stranger chuckled, “Never you mind, girlie. You’re gonna die anyway.”

The footsteps resumed. Eva whimpered slightly and started running as fast as she can in the opposite direction.

Hearing the stranger’s footsteps go faster, I mentally urged my sister to run faster: Come on, Vee, run faster, babe!

But with a sudden cry, she tripped. My heart stopped beating for a second. Oh, God. This always happens. Just when you think you outran the big bad thing, you always trip.

Eva cried out at the impact as she hit the floor. I’m guessing her knees were bruised and bleeding. She must have lost her grip on Mr. Pickles when she fells because he landed a feet away from her. Panting, Vee, started searching for Mr. Pickles, but the tears in her eyes were blinding her so she couldn’t see properly.

We both stop breathing when we felt a presence behind Eva. Almost too slowly, she turned around to face her nightmare.

But all she saw was a knife speeding towards her.

*

I woke up a gasp, trying to get in as much air as possible. My thoughts travelled back to my sister’s nightmare. Wow, that was... something.

Hearing a scream next door, I realised Eva must be awake too. I should probably go and comfort her, even though she’s sleeping with my mum. I rolled my eyes, yeah right. Our ‘mummy dearest’ wouldn’t probably give a shit about her 4 year old daughter screaming after a horrible nightmare she had. What’s more, she would probably tell her to shut the hell up.

Realising it was only up to me to save the day; I got out of my bed and started walking towards their bedroom, to Vee. I didn’t have to go very far as Eva came into my room. She was holding Mr. Pickles almost up to her face and was crying into its fur, or whatever material he was made of.