I've Fallen For A Mischief Maker (A Sex God Sequel) ~SORTING IN PROGRESS~

Chapter Ten: Shall I Tell You A Story?

So i uploaded this once already, but apparently it didn't work and i don't know what happened. Wattpad? :(

But anyway.... here goes attempt number 2!

Shall i tell you a story?

Well then....

ENJOY!

Dustin's P.O.V

I was running so fast my legs were burning, but I couldn't stop, I couldn't even slow down. There was nothing around me, it was like I was running through limbo, through a black hole, no start and no end.

“COME ON!” I screamed, trying to will myself to move faster. Whatever ground it was I was walking on suddenly gave way and I began to fall. I grabbed out for anything to grab onto, but there was nothing.

SMACK!

I landed face down onto a glass roof, looking down at a strange old thrown room beneath me. Flames encased the room like walls and reflected in the black polished flooring. There were two figures on their hands and knees, begging to a larger figure at the front of the room that towered over them. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew it wasn't good for the two on the ground.

The pair looked at each other, then lifted their faces to the sky and I gasped, pulling myself up to my hands and knees.

“Benjamin? ZAIN?” I screamed, pounding my fists onto the glass. But it was too thick and I was too weak. I caught a glimpse of my reflection, I was young again, the same age I was when my parents died. It was like losing my parents all over again if I lost Benjamin and Zain.

The large man at the front came forward, draped in red blood like cloaks. He waved a pitch fork around his head as he advanced Zain and Benji, then plunged it into both their chests, a hook in each.

I screamed as they turned to piles of ash on the floor. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it, I could taste blood on my lips. The devilish figure tilted his head back and laughed, looking me right in the eyes.

“NOOO!” I screamed, sitting awake in bed. Memphis groaned beside me, rubbing his eyes. I was breathing heavily, but it was slowly slowing down now that I realised I'd been dreaming.

“Babe?” Memphis grumbled sleepily, reaching out for me with one hand with his eyes still closed.

“I'm fine, it was just a dream,” I muttered as I dragged myself out of bed. I grabbed some shorts and put them on, then headed to the kitchen to get myself a glass of milk. I've been having crazy dreams like that every night for a week now.

I still had no word from Zain or Benjamin. No idea what they were doing, or if they were okay.

“I'm sure they're fine,” I whispered to myself as I poured myself a glass of milk.

Crash!

Something fell to the ground behind me. I spun around in shock to see someone standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Have you seen Zain?” Benjamin asked me, frowning and looking confused. He scratched his head in thought. My chest felt tight, Benjamin looked... different, lost, drained.