Lunar dreams and Lucid nightmares.

Chapter 5 Secretes revealed

Sawyer's POV

This is bad. Totally, utterly bad. I huffed and puffed as I ran as fast I could. How? How in the hell could I forgotten something as crucial as the full moon? How can I be so careless and dumb. I have to get home, quickly. I need to grab my bag and find that cellar as quickly as possible.

"Run, run, run as fast as you can," he began to chuckle in my head. "That's it...run...faster, keep hoping that you'll make it home before I kill everyone in this neighborhood and everyone else in the filthy town."

His words made me run even faster. Damn it. I ran as hard as I could back towards my house.

Swinging the door open I went straight for the basement, not even bothering to close the door behind me. There should be a duffle bag in here somewhere where I keep some strong bindings. Damn it how in the hell did I thought I had a week till the next full moon? If somebody were to die tonight because of my carelessness

"Damn it where is that goddamn bag," I growled, and this searing headache hits me like a bus, and I clutched my head in pain. Calm down Sawyer, just calm down.

"It's TIME," I hear him growl in my head. That could only be one thing.

"Screw you. Screw you to hell," I spat, and I hear him chuckle. "BE QUIET!!!" I yelled as I swung my hand around. I swiped my fingers at the wooden support beams. The pain was unbearable. Wait...I have to calm down. I still have time.

I finally found the bag, containing silver chains, locks and more. With no more time to waste I rushed for the stairs back up and a second wave hits me. I released a deep growl as my fangs started to form and so did my claws. I stumbled backwards and pressed my back against the wall. My breathing was getting heavier by the second.

"The Bodhisattva of compassion, when he meditated deeply, saw the emptiness of all five skandhas and suffered the bonds that caused him suffering," I chanted growling, trying to keep it together during the second wave and I chanted louder. "Here then, form is no other than emptiness, emptiness no other than form. Form is only emptiness, emptiness only form. Feeling, thoughts and choice, consciousness itself, are the same as this," I snapped my head back and roared before swinging my claws across the walls. Sweating and breathing heavily, I stood still for a moment waiting for my daze to clear before going outside. The mantra is working, somewhat, and I gripped the duffle bag and rushed outside.

As I ran through the woods, I felt overwhelmed by the pull of the full moon. The urge to shift and the urge to kill. Everything was red and my body slowly getting weaker. Where was that cellar? Was I getting close or was I getting further away? Or was I even the right place?

"Who knows, if we're lucky, we won't find it," I hear him in my head, and I shake my head trying to ignore him. "Ignore me all you want, but I will have my way and you're not strong enough to stop me," he chuckles menacingly.

I couldn't see anything in the dark and the moon isn't nearly enough. My eyes began glowing searing red and everything became brighter as if I was walking in the middle of the day. Still running and searching, I began to think that luck wasn't on my side tonight...until I tripped and fell over something hard.

When I turned to see what was it that I tripped on, I saw vines wrapped around something metallic. It looked like bars and my eyes widened. Could this be it? I scurried towards the bars and saw stairs leading bellow.

"Yes," I thought in relief as I searched for a way to open it. Unfortunately, it was locked.

"Damn it, I have no time for this," I thought to myself and swung my claws at the chains, opening the gates with ease. I rushed bellow and saw all the different cells in the room. The bars seem rusty, but still silver...in a way. I just hope rusty silver is still affective. Because if they will still drain me of my strength then I'll be too weak physically to break them.