The Ultimate Team

Chapter 4 - ...He's Worse

Ezmerelda to the right :D Played by US soccer player Alex Morgan. I loveeee her :D

*UNEDIFIED*

After meeting Neymar in real life, my dream version became so much more vivid...and hotter.

There he stands, dressed in a crisp black suit in front of the officiant. His eyes are glued to me as I walk down the aisle in my white dress, a pearly white smile forming on his lips. The officiant stands behind him, and then the sea behind him.

My father walks with me down the aisle, and even in my dream, the only thing I'm thinking about is not tripping over my heels. 

'Great, if I trip in my dream, what will happen at my real wedding?'

Somehow my heels magically stay afloat on the sand (which is how I know this is a dream...). Reassured that nothing can go wrong in a dream with Neymar, I bring my eyes up to his.

Then, I feel a tickling sensation up my back. It moves down my legs, and then something grabs my ankles. I look down to see a pair of black spikey arms digging into my flesh, making me yelp in fear and pain. I whip my head around to come face to face with eight giant red eyes.

My heart stops. My brain stops. Everything stops.

Spider.

I am immobolized as the eight red eyes and my two very own eyes filled with fear have a staring contest. The face of the vile creature twitches, as if it's smiling.

I frantically look around in search of help. But there was no one here. No one but my dream man standing where he was, the smile still plastered on his face. 

"Neymar, help!" I scream, but everything is in mute. "Help! Someone!"

Neymar's body shakes out of his immobilized figure, and I almost relax. My Prince Charming is coming to save me. Back off spider.

But the complete opposite happens. Neymar doesn't move; he just stands there and laughs.

My hurt is soon replaced by fear as the arachnid brings my attention back to him. Black fireballs for eyes, reflecting every square inch of terror I feel right now. A deep crimson scar is what is left of his mouth, but it doesn't open when he speaks. When the boy does speak, it's not his voice, but a deeper metallic voice amplified a thousand times.

"Time to die!"

Suddenly the volume is turned up and my scream comes out piercingly clear. My hands lash out and I clutch the comforter close to my body.

I shiver, hyperventilating. 'It was only a nightmare. Just a dream.'

Then, I feel something crawl on top of my body.

'Just your imagination....'

But the crawling does not cease to an end. No, it continues up my chest, and then a small prick on my chin. I slowly open my eyes, and I instantly regret it.

Perched up on my nose lies a giant black and white spider, it's body sleek but legs hairier than my math teacher (which is saying a lot). Its black eyes blend in with its head, but I can still feel them on me, containing evil fire in its eyes.

"I'm going to kill you Ezmerelda," the spider's sinister voice cackles in my head.

I go bug-eyed and open my mouth to scream, then instantly shut it. What if it falls into my mouth? I shut my mouth and scream as loud as I can. It feels like someone shoved a sock down my throat, my heart pounding against my chest.