CORRUPTION

Nightmares and Naps

Screaming, blood, people splayed across the floor. All either dead or close to it.

My hands are covered in blood, I can feel the thick substance drying on my crawling skin. The anger had come out once again, destroying anything in its path. Innocent or not.

Walking through the facility, all I saw were doctors and guards I had torn apart with my bare hands. Not feeling guilty for any of it.

I reached a door at the end of what I thought was an endless corridor of death and screams. After opening it I became trapped, unable to control my body.

Stuck watching myself stand by as my sister was being murdered in front of my eyes. Blood poured out of her mouth and nose. Covering any inch of skin that was exposed. Matting her once silky brown hair. Green eyes stained pink.

I was screaming, yet his mouth wouldn't open. I pulled at invisible chains, yet his body remained still.

The entire time my once lively, sweet sister was screaming one thing.

"This was YOUR fault!"

I woke up with a jolt, jaw clenched. Hands balled into fists. Sheets off of the bed from what I assumed was me thrashing. Throat raw from what I assume was screaming. Good thing our rooms are soundproof. I could barely register Axle, my rottweiler, pawing at my hands and sniffing at my shirt. Doing her best to help me calm down.

Well, I'm not sleeping now. My mind is racing, flashes of an already fading dream popping up in my mind. She was right though. If I was able to kill an entire building full of people then why couldn't I save her? Or at least avenge her. Glancing at my bedside table, I hesitated before opening the lowest drawer. Inside lay the only remaining picture I had of my sister. The sister who I abandoned.

Fuck it, I'm training.

Hopping out of my bed and off of the raised area of the floor it was on, I walked to the dresser with Axle close behind. Haphazardly tossing the duvet back onto the mattress. After realizing it would probably be better to see what I was doing, I flipped on my LED lights, flooding my room with a warm blue glow.

My room was pretty well put together. Considering I had been living and working with a mafia from a secret underground base for the past nine years.

There were a few posters of random rock bands on the walls. All hanging up, evenly spaced out across the top of the far right wall. Miscellaneous paintings and drawings below them. A digital clock was placed above the doorway, in-bedded in the wall. It came on when the lights did. Other than those few things (and a pride flag that was hung above his bedside table) the walls were bare. Walls that had been painted a neutral gray originally. Now it was covered by large splotches of blues, reds, and white. Intricate roses were delicately painted along side the chaos. 

The carpet was nearly black with it's dark shade of grey. The ceiling was done by yours truly. An array of splattered white paint, resembling stars, on a black base. Many random 'trippy' planets and alien spacecrafts seemed to be falling towards you if you were high enough. The bedside table and dresser were both matte grey. A dark theme was set in the room, all being tied up by the black duvet and pillows. Bed surrounded by random shelving units and bookshelves.

I shook myself out of my trance. Finally changing into a pair of shorts and a tight shirt to train in. Slipping on my trainers over the black socks.

Traveling down the silent hallways of the facility should have been eerie, and it was in a way. Yet, I had become used to the constant chill. Having walked this same path countless times throughout the years. I still put in my bluetooth earbuds to cut out the silence, not wanting my thoughts to get any louder.