The Newborn Apocalypse

Played By Their Own Game

A/N Real quick a/n... Sorry I haven't been updating very much. My laptop's been broke, so it's really hard to catch some computer time and all. Also, sorry that my chapters are all so short. :/ Please comment and let me know what you think of my writing so far! :)   

I sat there looking up at the man, having a mental battle at what I should do. The man looked so familiar, but I couldn't place just exactly who he was. My mind was going a million miles a minute...

Run! Hide!

No! Find out who this is! You must remember him for a reason. If he turns out to be one of them, fight your way out of the dream. You can do this!

  "Hello, Samantha." He said smiling, as my eyes widened.

The voice. I know that voice... 

He waited for a response, but when he got none, he went on. "You know, I wasn't expecting you to wake up so early..." He said with a chilling grin that gave me goosebumps. "But we all know there's no room to be surprised with you, don't we now?"

  I sat there, unmoving and eyeing him suspiciously. Then, suddenly, without realizing what I was doing, I spoke up. "Are you going to tell me what I'm doing here?" I asked coldly, surprising myself. There was a part of me that really hated him. A part of me that wanted to hurt him. Torture him. KILL HIM. At that moment, I knew I wasn't really awake.

This is just another one of the illusions those things are putting on in their attempts to fool me. But I am no fool! They - those things - are gonna get played by their own game.

"Don't you remember, dear? You must've hit your head, when you tried to murder me." He said, playing one of his stupid mind games.

 Murder him? There's no way that's how things went down! Wait! Calm down, Samantha. Now, how should we go about this? How do you play them by their own game?

Then, like the idiot I am, I did something incredibly stupid. I started to cry. Not just cry, I started to bawl.

Then, suddenly, it hits me. That - is the man who killed me...