The Nightmere; Victim 1

same situation

Seth's breath caught im his throat and his eyes grew wide as terror filled his face. His chest was so tight it was hurting. Kyle's face was the same as it had been in Seth's dream.

Kyle was going to become the Nightmere again.

What should he do?

He wanted to turn around to see that he was imagining this or in another dream. But he couldn't move. No matter how hard he tried. And he knew he would only be disappointed by the out come.

So he just sat there staring at Kyle's reflection, wishing that if he didn't mobe his brother wouldn't see him. But then Kyle started to walk slowly toward him and that's when his adrenaline kicked in.

He flew up from his chair, knocking it over and turning to face Kyle. He was still moseying forward. Seth backed up untill his back bumped the counter behind him.

Kyle kept coming forward that wild look plastered on his face. His black hair an unruly mess from sleeping on it, making his features all the more insane.

Seth turned around and opened the top drawer of the counter but only found a few useless utensils. He closed it and moved onto the next his hands shaking as he tried to mobe faster.he opened the third drawer and found what he was looking for.

He pulled out a long cooking knife and whirled around. Kyle was only some feet away not.

"Kyle stop!" Seth shouted through impulse pointing the knife at him. "I swear if you take another step..." he left the rest to hang.

Kyle stopped. His face dropping, a look of playful confusion replacing the grin. "Why would you want to do that? Why would you want to kill your own brother?"

"You're not my brother!" Seth screamed trying to convince himself it were true. Tears welding up in his eyes.

"Aren't i?" Kyle asked calmly, pleasure appearing on his face as his smile returned, splitting his face in half.

"Kyle you need to fight back, take control of yourself or i swear...i swear I'll put this knife through you." Seth said tears streaming down his face.

Kyle's face relaxed. "No you won't, but i will."

Before Seth could comprehend what was happening, Kyle, in two long strides, had covered thw distance between them, and knocked the knife out of Seth's hands.

He grabbed Seth by the neck and lifted him so his feet were dangling inches above the ground. Then he threw him against another counter.

All the air slipped from Seth's lungs and explosions detonated inside his entire body. He slumped to the floor trying to regain his breath. Fear was pulsing within his making it all the more hard to breath. Still he tried to get to his feet, but a furious wave of pain crashed him back down to his knees.

The figure walked up to him and grabbed a handful of his hair and slammed his face into Kyle's knee. With that he flung Seth across the room so that he crashed into the far wall and slid down into a heap. Seth coughed and moaned softly. Blood trickling from his hairline and left ear.

He watched Kyle walk a few feet to the right, pick the knife up off the floor, and then start walking towards him again.

He stood in front of Seth a pitiful and disgusted look on his face as he contemplated Seth, coughing and gasping in small breaths.

"So weak." Kyle said then bent down and grabbed a fust full of Seth's shirt and punched him in the face putting as much force into it as he could. Seth's head reeled backward. Fireworks igniting throughout his skull. He felt dizzy from the vicious hit and could already feel blood streaming from his nose.

Kyle pulled Seth to his feet, holding the knife over his heart.

"Looks like were in the same situation as last time, except this time I'm in full control and this time, i will kill you."