The Dream Theory

(13) You're The Killer

Erik held his arms, shaking. Not from the cold or the fact that he was walking alone in the streets at midnight. But that he just killed his good friend. The very thought of all the...blood made him hurl. Causing him to squeeze his own stomach, feeling the same pain and agony

He bumped his weak shoulder into a brick wall under a flickering street light. He let his shaky legs bend to the ground until he was sitting. As the silence grew in him, he let the good memories overrun his mind. But at this point—his memories were drowned in the blood and screams of many victims. Victims he did not remember killing.

Erik stared blankly at the ground until a few footsteps came up to him. He looked over and caught Robert with his hands in his pockets.

Erik shifted his feet, which caused Robert to hold up a hand.

"Woah Woah Woah. I'm not here to hurt you, Erik." He said softly, slowing his steps. All this–this sweet talk was confusing Erik even more. "I want to talk."

"Whats happening to me?!" Erik boomed, wanting answers. Robert still kept his hand up, trying to steady it. He didn't want to show fear. Not to a being who knew it very well.

"I can tell you." Robert replied, walking closer and closer, the gap between them was only their shadows overlapping.

Erik was left no choice but to listen in what the crazy guy had to say. Giving a tiny nod, Robert made himself a seat next to Erik. Not too close or too far away.

"Erik. Remember your dreams? Remember the name I kept calling you?"

And Erik did. He remembered it all as clearly as the water that trickled down the piled rocks sitting under the shadow of a ruined house. This street was awfully quiet. No cars in sight. No people to mistake them as homeless people and drive them off the sidewalk. The pain was rushing out like a stream. Very calmly.

"Yes. All of it." Erik whispered.

Robert smiled to himself weakly as he reached for something behind himself, not wanting Erik to see or notice.

"You are a monster. A blood thirsty creature who feasts upon the heavy night walkers who wear shackles attached to the heaviest rocks on Earth." Robert inhaled softly. "Your story is coming to a sad close. So tell me, what do you remember?"

Erik's tattooed hand twitched. "I remember..." He gave the blurry memory a tiny push to the front of his mind. "I am a demon. I eat humans. I was summoned by a dying serial killer into a newborn's body. I was adopted into a human family, lived like a human."

"But you weren't one."

"I wasn't one."

A cold object rested at the side of Erik's head. Robert was pointing a gun to his temple, but poor Erik was too distracted and phased out to even notice.

"Your mission is complete."

"You're him, aren't you?"

Robert slightly put the gun down and glared at him, remaining dead silent. But he pointed the gun back to the temple and cocked the gun.

"Yes...I am the dream killer."

Erik chuckled. "And I was so convinced that I was the bad guy. But in reality, I was actually just your cover up."

"But no one knows that."