Thorns (An Offenderman Fanfic) Book #2

Chapter Three

Offenderman's Pov.

Am I having another one of those dreams again? Opening my eyes, I saw nothing but darkness and nothing more. At first, I thought I was back in the room, and had just woken up. I always felt like I woke up three minutes after falling asleep. But I was not there where I expected to be. I was nowhere.

My body worked its way up until it was standing up with an elegant posture but also with lazyness. Absolutely nothing stood here. No windows were displayed, no desks were nearby, and there were no rugs. To sum it up, it was completely empty and not a piece of furniture or not even a door was to be found.

The best and only choice that was left was to explore the area. With nothing more to do with the place, nor another thought about it, I walked off, and left wherever I was. As I continued to walk on, though, I noticed that I wasn't leaving at all. Everything looked the same, so I couldn't tell if I was really getting somewhere or if I wasn't moving and staying in the same place.

Perhaps I was just walking a complete circle around the same place again. Or perhaps, that's what this dream wanted me to think. If I was walking around here repeatedly, that would be stupid. There wouldn't be a goal in doing that, therefore this dream would prove to be useless.

My feet continued to drag me along straightforward along a path that was now somewhat visible once you took a good look at the floor. Grey dots lined up in a single line, trailing down to who knows where?

Eyes that were not on my pale face scanned the whole room. Nothing was changing. Following this path made me worry if I'd ever actually reach somewhere, or if I'd even get out of this dream at all. But I wasn't that worried. Within a few minutes, I'd be able to wake up, and I would be back to the cruel hard reality.

A red carpet. It was there, on the floor. All the grey small points led up to this small carpet lying on the floor, and ended in front of that material. What did it mean, though? Was it safe to touch? Was it a poisonous carpet? Was it an eatable carpet? So many possibilities ran through my head. This carpet could be anything. It could be my best friend. Or it could be my enemy.

I poked at it with my shoe. It didn't move. It was a bit lumpy, and round, but that was about it. The carpet didn't do anything. Cautiously, I grabbed it with one of my hands and stared at it for a long time.

It was just a carpet. It couldn't do anything, right? My hand shook it, and it wobbled, but that was it. It only moved when I moved it. What could it possibly do? What could it possibly be? For all I knew, it could be a bomb, just seconds away from exploding and ending my life in this dream.

What is this? I tugged at all the edges, and nothing happened. I turned it over, looked at it carefully, and still, I couldn't see what it was that held importance to this carpet. That was when I realized that perhaps it wasn't the outside I should be observing, but it should be the inside.

It was a bit lumpy, and round... Of course. It was now apparent what had to be done. With ease, both of my hands attempted to tear off the carpet, and it surprisingly did rip in two halves. An item fell out of the carpet, and landed before my feet. I bent down, and frowned when I saw and collected what had been inside the carpet.

It was a key. A key to what? There were no doors here. Were there? I looked around, making sure I hadn't missed anything. If there wasn't a single thing I could use this key on, then why was I supplied with it?

I shut my eyes and rubbed one of my temples. Surely there had to be a clue or some sort of invisible door here, or else why would I have it? I reopened my eyes and found myself in front of a wooden, broken door. The door was here. But how? I smiled at my stupid question and reached out to insert the key in the doorknob. I had almost forgotten. I was in a dream. Anything could happen here.