My Dreams

Boy Wonder??

So this one is kind of a genderbend and does not include real life friends.

First of all I am a young man, boy really, whose helping a man save Steve. Steve is a young boy who somehow caught the interest of a serial killer named Michael. Steve was hiding inside an underwater cafe when Michael found him and decides to strike. It is literally a cafe that is partially underwater and has many patrons eat or at least situate themselves within the underwater area. Steve is within the cafe and hopes that if he was found then his screaming would prevent Michael from making a real scene. Luckily the man (no name) arrives and he and I fight Michael. Its mainly me fighting Michael as the man and Steve watch on in fright. I win but it was veryone who was in the cafe at the start. As we leave I write a note for the presence of the body and like a scene straight from Halloween Michael begins to sit up. As he sits up I run out of the room and yell, Run!! My voice is breaking because I want to warn everyone before I die. I know I'm going to die that night but I don't want to take anyone else with me. I past Steve and the man and quickly turn back to get them out of the building. I don't want all my efforts to go to shit. They leave along with everyone else and its only me left. As the final lock turns on the front door I hear the heavy tread of Michaels feet as he stomps down the staircase. I turn and in my hand is a hand gun a fierce old lady let me borrow. This was the only way for me to get her to leave without a struggle which was if I would take her gun and use it on the reason she is losing her beauty sleep. Michael faces me with the knife I plunged it into his belly. His hands are steady and I am slightly frightened at his stillness. He's too calm I think. Will he die with me tonight? I raise the gun to his head and I fire. The first bullet misses but the second and third hit him. One grazes his ear and the other hits his shoulder. I fire again and as I do a sharp pain pierces my chest. I look down and see the knife protruding from my breast bone. Each breath hurts and the tip pierces my heart and slices my lungs. Quickly my throat becomes clogged with fluid and I fall to my knees gasping in pain. I look up and see Michael dragging himself towards me. With the last bit of strength I have I raise the gun and fire again and again and again and again until all you can hear was me shooting blanks from the empty barrel. Michael lay next to me still and I was happy for once. My life was miserable before I met the man. He took me off the streets but never gave me a name to call him. He just said call him, "Uncle" and don't worry bout the mess. I didn't know what he was talking about until I turned quickly scared from the sudden ringing of the doorbell. I turned and my hand caused a vase to topple and shatter against the floor. From that day on I knew I would like the man and be forever loyal to him. As I lay there dying I watched the sun rise one last time. Then darkness consumed me. I was happy and glad I save one last person before I turned to ash. I didn't mention I was a vamp did I? Well I was and the only thing that was true was our weakness to silver. The knife was laced with silver nitrate and when it sliced through my heart and lungs the pumping of the organs and my breaths spread the poison through my system. I truly turned to ash because my body was over 55 years dead and once I started to truly decay I simply turned to ash with the harsh rays of the sun.

I honestly do not know why had this dream. I had not been exposed to any sort of horror or vampiric movie at all that day and never really felt someone needed my help saving someone or them self so....yea.

That's all folks.