White Sands, Red Blood

Chapter One

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White, white everywhere. It was blinding and seemingly never-ending. I looked down at myself and saw just more white. What the hell is going on? I thought to myself. When my gaze turned upwards, I saw two small bodies.

"Jacōb? James?" I called out, recognizing the two bodies as my youngest pair of brothers.

Almost as if on cue, the pair seemed to just appear in front of me and stared at me with blank, unwavering, emotionless gazes. The boys were linked by their pale hands that matched my skin and an invisible wind moved their short rustic brown hair while their ocean blue eyes continued to look at me.

"Jacōb?" I asked and grabbed the second youngest childs shoulder before I turned to the youngest, "James? Boys, please answer me, you're scaring me."

The silence between us was broken when the white ground opened in a small cylindrical hole. From that hole came a grey podium with a bright red button on the top, the only variation of color besides our skins in the white room.

I was transfixed on the new color to the room when something snapped me out of my hypnosis; James' little hand on the red button.

I snapped my head up to the pair and saw, instead of them facing me, that they were looking to the left into the white oblivion. When I looked where they were I saw nothing but heard a whizzing sound. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, a spear flew in our direction. Instinctively I reached out to the boys to move them away from the path but was rooted to the spot. I screamed but could do nothing as the spear lodged itself inside the chest of James and cruelly through the youngest's chest too, lower than James'. As they both looked over at me, their blue eyes now filled with pain and despair and blood ran down their lips, my knees became weak and I collapsed onto the floor as tears blurred my vision. The pair dropped to the floor like stones, dead.

I couldn't bear to see the sight and so I ran as hard as I could for as long as I could, the white in the room still going on, never ending.

I was stopped by another human figure; Fredereque.

She was adopted by Mother from a dying French woman. As much as I didn't like her, I was afraid of what would happen to her. Her long, sleek, jet black hair and brown eyes, which contrasted with her off-white skin, were still and staring at me just as Jacōb and James had. I took a step back when a red button upon a grey podium popped out of the white ground.

"Please.." I begged her, "Don't.."

She didn't listen and, with her perfectly manicured fingernails(thanks to Mother), she lightly tapped the red button.

Without a moments hesitation she was ablaze, everything about her was engulfed in contained flames and I watched as she screamed in agony begging me to put her out. I cried out and watched as ran around in a seemingly invisible box.

Again, I turned and ran away but this time was stopped short by Shenya, my best friend who we had to take in because her parents were sent to work for the King and Queen but never returned.

She stood out in the room because of her dark skin, chocolate brown eyes, and jet black hair with those damn yellow highlights she insisted on getting in defiance of Mother.

The only difference with her was that the red button was already there and pressed by Shenya. I saw her warm smile before a rope of barbed wire wrapped around her slightly large midsection and clamped down. Blood ran down her body and before she could cry out, she was dragged back into the oblivion of white.

I couldn't take it any longer, my knees buckled and I sat there, crying my eyes out.

My fits of despair were ceased when I felt a warm hand upon my shoulder. Through my tears I looked up and saw myself.

A warm, heartfelt smile spread across her pale face and she offered her hand to help me up. I stood face to face with her/with me.

Before I could even react, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I gasped and looked down to see the hilt of a knife, of my father's old hunting knife, lodged in my stomach and a dark pool of blood quickly surrounding the hilt.

I awoke. Sweat dripping down my face and the little tan clothes I wore clung to my skin.

A dream, it was just a terrible dream.