How do you wake up from a dream when you're not even asleep? And how do you kill a monster when it's not breathing? It sounds impossible, right? Yet, for those like me, it's a daily reality. What if I told you that dreams can come true-literally? Every year, someone is granted the extraordinary gift of daydreaming at the age of sixteen, but it's not just about imagining fantastical scenarios. It's about turning those visions into reality. This power, however, comes with a ticking clock. It expires on their eighteenth birthday, leaving only the memory of what once was, but not its lingering effects.
Everyone daydreams-it's as natural as breathing. But imagine if those idle fancies could reshape the world around you. Sounds like a dream come true, right? But there's a catch. When we think of dreams, we often picture rainbows, magic, and the wonders of a perfect world. But dreams are a double-edged sword. Nightmares, those dark, creeping horrors, also seep into reality. While the good might be visible and celebrated, the bad remains hidden, lurking just out of sight, still very much alive and malevolent.
This is where I come in. I'm not just here to revel in the wonder of dreams; I'm tasked with a far grimmer duty. When nightmares manifest in the real world, I'm the one who must hunt them down and eliminate them. It's a dangerous job, fraught with peril and shadow, but someone has to do it. So when the monsters from dreams invade our waking world, it's my responsibility to confront them, even if it means battling creatures that defy all logic and reason.
Welcome to the world where imagination and reality collide, where every dream-whether sweet or sinister-holds the power to reshape our existence. And remember, when nightmares come crawling out from the depths of your subconscious, you'll want someone like me on your side. Because in this world, the only way to truly wake up is to face your worst fears head-on.
{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?"
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Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it.
The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse.
The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose.
The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason.
You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it.
Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it.
They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday.
They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe.
They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow.
They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne
They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently.
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Started: 10.06.15
Finished: 3.17.16