"Only Rumors"?

Chapter 11-The Dream

“Please, I’ll do anything…” I heard a male voice plead, desperation clear in his tone. I cocked my head to the side, trying to locate where I’d heard that voice before.

                I heard a whimper, then a loud yell.

                I attempted to open my eyes, but to no avail. Panic rushed through me as I fought against the force weighing me down; I felt a desperation to help this mysterious male. What was wrong with me?

                “No, no…no!” I heard the same voice yell as I high-pitched squealing noise ran throughout the room. Well…I assumed it was a room; who knew where we could be? Outside, on the train…

                The train…

                Mason!

                I gathered the strength to open my eyes, then; and what I saw in front of me was horrifying. A figure was standing in front of Mason.

                At least…I think it was Mason.

                Blood ran in rivulets down his face, his left eye closed shut with bruises surrounding it. He was covered in dirt, bruises covering the rest of his body…

                As my gaze travelled down, disgust and horror ran through me as I looked down to see that his left leg was completely gone, a messy wound with tendons hanging out…

                I felt the urge to puke, to scream, I don’t know, do something…but my mouth wouldn’t open. In fact, I couldn’t move. It was exactly the same situation as before with my eyes, except now with my whole body.

                The figure in front of Mason laughed evilly, an annoying sound that resembled nails on a chalkboard. Was that the high pitched squealing sound I had heard earlier on? I longed to cover my ears, but my arms weren’t responding.

                I watched helplessly as the figure seemed to slap Mason; but when his hand returned, I saw the four new cuts scratching his face. They seemed like deep wounds, openly flowing blood again as Mason hopelessly sobbed. It broke my heart to see him; once a popular teenage boy in my class, sobbing helplessly as he was forced to endure this torture.

                I couldn’t see the figure’s face, but the posture it held told me it was pleased with itself. All I could see was stringy black hair, a bent back, and what seemed like…a backpack? I couldn’t describe the thing on it’s back. It was dark in the room, too, and that added to the illusion.

                “Sob, young child. Cry in front of me as you realize you’ll never reach home ever again. You’ll never see your friends, never get to tell your mother goodbye…because tonight is your last night.” The creature said, it’s voice deep and menacing but still holding the irritating quality of its laugh.

                He set forward, a whole new look of fear, yet…gratefulness? On Mason’s face. I understood; he didn’t want to endure this pain anymore. Who would? I couldn’t imagine what had happened when I wasn’t here…I was afraid to see if his eye was just swollen, or if…well, if there was no eye.

                A sudden rage flew through me, though, as I helplessly watched Mason accept his death. How could someone do this to him? Who was this evil?

                I fought back against the force holding me down. I screamed, fear and rage flying through me as the figure pulled back his hand, a bright light emanating from it…fire?

“Burn,” The figure whispered, and he laughed again as he started to place his hand on Mason. I felt the force snap from the pressure I was putting on it, in my blind rage to get to the figure. I ran towards the two, Mason completely oblivious.

                Yet, the figure turned around, and I got to see it clearly for the first time.

                I first noticed the skin. It looked rotten; a moldy brown, with black lines running throughout the skin as if drawn on. Second, the jaw length fangs. Third, the stringy black hair that only covered half of the head; leaving the other half bald. The last thing I noticed was the eyes…the pitch black eyes.

                My own eyes widened in recognition at the form of Ella. Though demented, and sadly misshapen, the form was definitely Ella.

                The…the creature hissed at me, it’s mouth opening extremely wide as if ready to eat me whole…

                And then the dream ended.

                “Serenity! Serenity!” I heard my name being called as I groggily opened my eyes. I looked up into hazel eyes.

                I screamed, backing away quickly, till I realized it was only Pepper. I sighed, blowing my hair out of my face as the adrenaline rush died down.

                She looked at me, panic in her eyes, a hand on her chest. “Yeesh!” She said, panting. “You almost gave me a heart attack!” She said. She waved her hand around, and I vaguely noticed Ella sleeping on bench, Ethan waking her up.

                “I just came to wake you up because dinner is here. I was wondering if you wanted any.” I smiled, thankful.

                “Thanks, I really appreciate it. I’m actually starving.” I said. I took the plate, grabbing a fork. She just smiled and walked over to her own plate next to Andrew.

                I picked up my fork, stabbing an orange chicken, and stuffing it in my mouth.

                “Hot, hot, hot!” I squealed, spitting out the orange chicken. Ouch. I looked up to see a figure passing me by.

                A smirk. “Careful. Wouldn’t want you to get…” a pause, a flash of…fangs? “burned.” A high pitched laugh, then the retreating form of Ella as she walked away. 

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