Hidden Temples

(34) Dream?

(Rue)
I run down a black hallway, my previous steps being consumed by darkness.
I attempt to run faster, but it only slows me down.
Slower and slower, I become.
I need to stop to catch my breath, I can't breath.
My throat closes in.

Suddenly I see a black silhouette of a person.
It groans in agony.
"You, you did this, you made this HAPPEN!"

I try to speak but nothing comes out.

"You. MaDE. tHIS. HAPPEN!"

I start to cry.
But as the figure approaches, I realize it's Jack.

Dripping with blood.
Half his face cut open, gashes and wounds bruising every part of his body.
Blood soaked clothes, leave a red trail behind him, as he limps towards me like a zombie.

All I see is his horrid appearance, before I black out.
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"Noooooooo!"
I shout, zooming into a sitting position.
Jack springs up, scrambling to his feet.
"What?!"
I rub my head.
"Sorry, sorry, just a dream."

He notices my tear stained face almost at once.
His expression softens.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," I say giving my worst, and most pathetic exudes as a laugh.

"I'm guessing you do t want to talk about it?"
I shake my head.
"Sorry."
He sits back down, and lays his head against the couch.

"Fine. I don't know what's going on in my life right now, I never feel good, I'm always having anxiety attacks, I think I may be depressed!
Andthesedreamsarntgettingbetter!"

I look at him, but all I see, is that he's drifted back to off to sleep, and is snoring softly.
I sigh.
I definitely am not getting any more sleep, that's for sure.
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I sit in a small black room, similar to the one we were in yesterday.

One of the guards came yo the room, and brought us here. Apparently l was needed.

My 'uncle' walks into the door, standing confidentiality as he leans against the wall.

"My guard tells me that instead of sleeping on an actual bed, like a someone normal would, you slept on the floor. Is that true?"

"Yes," I spit.
"I'd never want to sleep or lay down on any of your things."
He laughs.
"Bla bla bla, this will all change once you receive proper training, everyone's mind is made up by then."

I shudder, and I feel bile rise in my throat.

Don't let him get to you!!

"Now, just know you can always call me uncle, I am yours of course."

"What's your name?" I ask still full of hatred.
"Oh, I see, you'd like to go by first name basis."
I don't say anything.
"Wren."

"That's not your actual name," I say stating the obvious.
"Fine, but that is what everyone else calls me."

"First name...?"

"Wallace, a stupid human name, given by my stupid human father."

"I thought I'd just let you know, that we will be flying back, and that we hope you'll enjoy it."

I spit on the floor next to his shoes, but decide not to go any further.

As I thought," he says with a genuine
sad smile on his face.
But I'm not stupid enough to fall for his fake sadness.

I walk out of the door, Jack close behind me.
We'll be flying soon.
That means we'll be taking him down soon. He won't see any of this coming.

The guard pushes us through our room doors, making us stumble onto the carpet.

The next day is going to be very boring.