The night was dark with desire. The light trickle of rain made a pitter patter on the soft snow. The moon grinned to the earth. Shining bright. But not as bright as the blade. Suddenly the white snow turned red as wine. Markus watched. Watched as his master slaughtered the small girl. Watched him pull her entrails out and strangle her with them. Markus leaned to his left and sprayed greenish-brown vomit out through his nose and mouth.
“Pull yourself together boy! I had killed my first when I was six!” Markus was eight, and still had not taken a life. Dream looked down on him. He wore all black, and his mask of a skull was stained red. His large black country hat was pulled up to see Markus.
“Am I able to trust you?” Dream asked. “Will you be my apprentice ‘Nightmare?’ Or will I have to rip your throat out with my bare teeth? Like I did your parents The memory of his parents lying on the floor, with blood spraying out of their missing necks churned Marcus's stomach.
“No, I’ll take the next one." He said, flipping his straight razor out. The street lights on either side of the alley light the night up.
“C’mon Nightmare!” He shouted, running out. A loud ringing sound split the air. “Looks like the police know she’s missing.” Dream turned to Marcus. “Let’s kill us a cop or two.” He charged out into the street, Markus right behind him. Red and blue lights slid closer a the white car did too. A loud screech rippled the cold night. Dream let out a terrifying scream, and lunged himself at the police cruiser. A loud crack and scream slipped through, as Dream flew through the windshield, and plunged his knife into the officer’s neck. The passenger got out and ran. A camera crew? Markus thought This’ll be easy. He grinned, and charged to the man. As he charged, a loud explosion streamed through the air. The camera man fell, and starred in the direction of the flames. Markus did too, with awe as the flames licked the air, and smoke billowed up.
“Agh.” The camera man yelped, as he tried to stand up.
“Oh no you don’t!” Markus yelled, running at him with the razor in hand. The cut was quick, but not clean, he sliced right through the green shirt, and the skin. Markus turned his head to a tv shop across the street, it was built from bricks. WIth large clear glass, and a televisions scattered the inside, and a large sign saying “On sale” plastered on the glass. The camera showed flames, and a large building. With three blue letters saying “ART” Whatever the store was, it was no more. Markus looked down to the dying man. He knelt down and slit his throat. Markus turned around and stared at the convenience store behind him. He poked at the red bandana protecting his face, and he squinted through his sunglasses.
“J-j-j-je-.”
“Jelly beans.” Dream said with his country accent. “Jelly beans on sale.” Dream looked down at Marcus with his cold corn flour blue eyes. Markus looked down at the man, he could feel the vomit rising at the sight of the dead man. He felt his grip on the razor tighten.
“Let’s go Nightmare.” Dream said, walking away. A tear streamed down Marcus's cheeks.
“I wont be this.” He whispered softly. nly so faint.
“What was that?” Dream asked. Dream grunted, then growled. He took several steps and brought his fist back. But marcus was fast. He shoved his razor in between the knuckles of Dream. Dream threw his knife up into the air, Markus quickly jumped to the knife. Pulling it up out of the ground, and shoving it into Dream’s stomach. A small gasp left Dream. He began laughing maniacally.
“Arg!” Dream yelled as he slid the razor across Marcus's neck. Markus fell back, bleeding out. His final sight, was Dream inching close to his neck, with teeth like a shark. He felt the teeth clamp down, but not rip away.
