Dreams and Dreamlings

Chapter 7- China Town Showdown

                I managed to collect myself after the monster tried to swipe at me with its horrendous claws. I stumbled backwards and placed a good distance between us. It kept smacking its lips and mumbling as we faced each other. This monster was without a doubt scarier than the dreamlings I encountered before. From a scale from one to ten, this thing was at least an eleven. It undeniably had a different aura surrounding it. If this were a game (Which it definitely isn’t.), this thing would probably be the big bad boss like Sephiroth or Nemesis. This guy was bad news.

                 Marco’s words sent a jolt of fear down my spine. The way he lost his usual cool and how he told me not to “mess with it” made me want to hide under my blanket and hide.

                My face was beaded with sweat. My fingertips felt icy as I gripped onto Marco’s hilt. I could feel the warmth of my body disappear; as if the blood in my veins was slowly turning to ice. Fear was slowly creeping into my heart as this thing was getting ready to eat me for lunch.

                Don’t be rash, Remy, Marco reminded. I haven’t had the displeasure of encountering one of these things before. I don’t think I can offer much advice.

                “Uh, it’s no problem,” I said, “I’m just trying to figure out a way out if this mess.”

                I looked behind granny and saw that the stairs was about four meters away from where it was standing. I didn’t know how to get around it without getting caught in the monsters claws. I started to panic.

                “… No… Way… out.” It said as if it was reading my mind.  The way its words just slithered out of its mouth really freaked me out. It didn’t even move its jaws as it spoke. Its voice was as shrill and dry as rusty tacks scratching against a chalkboard. Its yellow teeth bared as it gave me a grotesque grin.

                It had a malicious aura surrounding it. I could feel the dark energy spread across the room as if it were trying to engulf me along with it. My stomach began to twist inside-out as I remained in the monsters presence. For some reason, I heard a voice inside my head telling me to give up and give in to my inevitable doom. The voice was starting to convince me when suddenly, the door behind the monster burst open and a radiant light filled the basement of Amy’s shop.

                The monster stumbled backward and started to hiss in that same language it was mumbling before as if it were cursing at whatever was casting that light. All I could do was squint at the doorway and hope that the source of light was on Team Remy. And yeah, I was secretly hoping that it was Gandalf.

                The light seemed to grow more and more intense as a deep, fell voice was saying something I couldn’t understand. The light was so bright that I had to cover my eyes with my hands. The sound of the monster’s shrieks were replaced by a pop that left a deafening silence in my ear as if I entered a vacuum where the production of sound was impossible.

                For some reason, when I tried to speak or open my eyes, my body wouldn’t respond. I couldn’t even move. The harder I tried to speak, the harder it was to breathe. It was as if I was trying to breathe through Styrofoam. Before I knew it, I was starting to lose consciousness. I felt like I was trying to swim and breathe in a pool of clay.

                I really hated blacking out. Blacking out when you’re a dream traveler is a bad idea.

                When I came to my senses, I found myself sprawled out on some wet and dirty alleyway with a sick feeling in my stomach as if I spun around in circles just to see how fast I could feel nauseous.