Is This a Dream?

Chapter 11

Chapter 11-

        Westley was on his feet in a matter of seconds balling his hands to fists.

        "Oh Westley. How nice to see you again! Oh, no reason to be alarmed. I'm just here for a friendly visit." Pierce's eyes trailed to me and gave me a glare.

        I stood by Westley's side as he pulled on his shirt. Pierce stepped in the room, the light darkened, black smoke following him. "Pierce, what do you want?" I asked holding onto Westley's arm starting to inch back.

        Pierce grinned a wide pointed teeth smile, "Why my dear, all I want is you." He looked around the room taking another step the smoke filling the room making me cough. "I mean I've not had a good meal in... years?" Pierce's eyes narrowing lifting his head high.

        "What?! You... you're.." Stepping back my hands started to sweat. "You're crazy!" I screamed.

        Westley stood in front of me, wings spread. "Pierce, you need some serious help. I-- I can help. You just have to let, please, please Pierce." Pierce grinned but his posture showed annoyance. "I know what you've done with these people," Westley pointed to the paintings out the door, "You have your fun with them and then---"

        "Oh Westley, I do have to remind you that I let you live." Pierce stopped to put his finger to his chin, "To find a way out. But l of course had found you first so like the game goes, I got to have the rest of my fun." He looked Westley dead in the eyes. "Such a pitty, but once you're here, there is no leaving."

        Westley went to attack him but Pierce changed. I couldn't believe it. He was the monster in the mirror room. His pale skin turned black, his hands grew long and pointed like knifes. Pierce's teeth extended so they pointed out of his jaw. The dark colored eyes now were red and had cat pupils.

        Westley fell back in terror, his wings wrapping around his body. The room turned black, the only thing that gave light were Pierce's now red cat like eyes.

        "Do you wish to be tortured again?" Pierce's new raspy voice boomed. I heard fumbling and something crash then silence. The light returned showing me Pierce as himself but Westley gone.

        "Where's Westley?" I asked while my eyes darted around the room trying to find him.

        "Well that's no fun just telling you where he is." Pierce rolled his eyes, "You, my dear, are going to have to play the game to find him." A huge smile appeared on his lips, eyes full of joy.

        "Okay then. How do we play." I stood up from where I was sitting on the floor. Pierce walked up to me a few feet in between us. He waved his gloved hand in a circle, a round table appeared and two chairs.

        "Sit and I will explain, but it's quite simple." I took my seat and so did he, "I let you run wandersly trying to find Westley or your friend Mckenzie. They could be in my rooms or in paintings. There could be even monsters in the rooms that you may have to deal with. Then you will free them." Pierce gave me a bored face.

        "Is that all?" Leaning back in my chair he scooted forwards.

        "No, I'll also be looking for you. And after I find you," Pierce got up from his seat slowly walking to me, I stared straight ahead. Pierce put his lips to my ear and whispered, "You'll be mine, and I can have my fun."