Dark Fantasy

It happened again. That nightmare never ends.

The green eyed man is being killed over and over again, as I just watch. Helpless. My hands always become so bloody, but it never ends.

I  open my eyes, but I always see him.

His eyes pleading for help.

Sometimes in my dreams, I can see the killer. It’s always a glimpse of his hand or his coat, but never do I see his face. But I can feel presence.

It’s unexplainable to me, but every time the killer is around, a cold breeze overwhelms my heart. A sense of dread and doom overtakes me, every time he is around. I tried to tell my mother about it, but she never understood.

She would just take me to Dr. Wissen, my child psychologist.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'BookAntiqua',serif;font-size:14pt;line-height:115%;">I tried to explain my dreams to him, but he never listened. He would just give me another pill and send me off. If only they knew…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'BookAntiqua',serif;font-size:14pt;line-height:115%;">The pills helped at first. They kept the monster away, but the green eyed man still had to die. It’s just how it went. Every time I closed my eyes, he would be there. He is locked in that dark room with a deep cut in his throat.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'BookAntiqua',serif;font-size:14pt;line-height:115%;">Sometimes, I hear whispers telling me to end it. At first, I couldn’t do it. He needed my help. But, recently, they became more violent, yelling at me to finish the job, he started. They wanted me to fill in for him, but I never could. As time went by the whispers turned into yells, until I had no choice, but to end it. He lied there pleading me not to do it, as I walked over to his damaged body.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I just whispered “Shh, I will help you”. A loud crack was heard, as his head rolled down to the floor. Tonight I did it. I gave in to the whispers.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“You did the right thing”, I could hear the voices saying and felt somebody’s hand on my shoulder. I looked at the hand and gasped.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Those dark leather gloves and that emerald ring. They could only belong to one person.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I turned around, but nobody was there. My heart can still feel him. That cold sense of fear and dread creeps up to me like a slithering serpent and bites my heart, every time he is near by.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I wake up.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">It was only a dream, but it felt so real. As I make my way down, the damning feel of dread overtakes my heart. He can’t be here. Not now!

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Rushing down the stairs I hold my breath and anticipate the worst. On the end of the stairs I saw a figure, slowly climbing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">My fear overcame my rationality and I only hoped it wouldn’t catch up to me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">As I ran into the safety of my room, I felt a tug on my hand. I turned around only to be greeted by my dear mother’s loving, emerald eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“What’s wrong, Lizzie?” she asked me gently.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“I was just scared” I replied, as my mother escorted me to my bedroom.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Ever since dad left us, she has been my guardian angel, looking after me. She couldn’t bear to see me struggle, but she never understood. Nobody did.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">My mother kindly walked me back to my room, gave me some anti psychotics (curtsey of Dr. Wissen) and kissed me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Don’t worry about your nightmares, sweetie. They are just dreams. They can’t hurt you” she said in a sweet voice and turned off the light. If only she knew…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">That night my dreams were occupied once more. I ‘woke up’ in a room, much darker than before.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I tried to move, but I wouldn’t budge. I could hear the sound of shackles every time I moved my hand or feet.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Suddenly I felt it; a dark and chilly feeling of dread and doom, washed over me like a tide and I became pale. He was here. I closed my eyes and prayed to God, it wasn’t him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“He can’t hear you. He abandoned you all” a whisper suddenly said to me, as my heart sped up.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Who are you?!” I yelled out, but no answer. I screamed three times for the man to reveal himself, but nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">The whispers only said one thing “Where he has failed, I will step in”.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I woke up in my bed again. Cold sweat dripped off my forehead and I gasped heavily. It felt like the torment of last night would never end. I could hear my mother yelling from the bottom of the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Honey get ready. I scheduled you an appointment with Dr. Wissen today” she yelled.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Of course she did! After last night’s little incident, I ‘d be surprised if she hadn’t done it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“I’m coming mom, just let me get ready” I replied and started to dress myself. Soon enough I was ready to see the doctor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">As we got in the big white facility of the “Wissen institute for troubled youth” my vision started to get blurry.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Something was coming over me and I just waited for this visit to be over.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">In the waiting room we were greeted by the most obnoxious people in the entire world.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">There was this woman that just chewed her gum over and over again with her mouth opened like a damn hippo. Every three seconds she would just blew a bubble and pop it. Again and again, until I’d fucking go insane.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Oh and let’s not forget about that kid of her’s. I never wanted to suffocate a child as badly as I wanted to suffocate this one.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">He was around ten years old and he was running around the damn ordination, making faces at people and screaming at the top of his lungs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Chew, pop, scream. First warning.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">CHEW, pop, scream. Second warning, my head started to hurt.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">CHEW, POP, SCREAM. I gritted my teeth and almost scream.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“How I wish they were silenced” I mumbled to myself as I rocked back and forth in my seat. My heart was flamed with raged, my vision started to blur.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Don’t fight it, my child” his whispers startled me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">My anger was now replaced by fear and I anxiously looked around, but nobody was near me. My mother noticed my nervous ticks. I could see in her eyes a fear for my well being. If only she knew…

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Elisabeth Wahnsin, the doctor will see you now” a nice lady in a white uniform told me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Dr. Irsin Wissen was an expert child psychologist. He was able to treat many cases ranging from schizophrenia to various phobias and he even managed to cure a child with the A.H.S (alien hand syndrome).

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">The man was great, but my case gave him headaches.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">He tried to talk to me, convince me that it was all just a dream, a twisted fantasy, but nothing worked. And where conversation failed, a rainbow of pills would surely succeed.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">That cold stare from out beyond his gray eyes said it all. He knew why I had come.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“I presume the pills wore off?” he said as soon as lied down.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“I don’t know what to tell you doc” I said and sighed “At first they kept him at bay, but now…”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Now what,  miss Wahnsin?” the doctor prosecuted.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I usually didn’t mind his tone, but now I felt he was growing more impatient and more hostile. Even the atmosphere in this room was different. Everything looked the same, but that feel. The cold breeze running along my heart.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">Oh God, please no! He can’t be here.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Now I feel him everywhere” I said trying to remain calm, although I knew I should panick.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">The horrible aura was here.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">As I looked at the doctor’s confused face, I noticed something. Just out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the dark leather glove with the emerald ring approaching me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">I quickly turned around, but there was nothing.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Miss Wahnin, what’s wrong? Tell me!” Dr. Wissen demanded to know. My heart rate got faster, my breathing heavier. I felt like I was going to pass out.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“I can feel his presence. It’s an unusual chill that passes my heart, before I see his glove. He is with us right now” I explained to the doctor.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“Who’s with us?” the doctor asked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“The killer. The man with the emerald ring. He is still here” I said in an outburst of tears.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">The doctor looked at me and rote something down.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“What are you writing?” I asked him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "BookAntiqua","serif"">“I can see that the so far treatment hasn’t been working. So I have new capsules for you” he said and gave me the paper on which in big bold letters was written “ <span style="font-size:18.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">Suscipit” <span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">; the most powerful, and very expensive, anti psychotics known to man.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif""> He gave me that form and I was released. My mother anxiously waited for me. As I walked out, she only took one glance at the paper.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">She uttered not a single word during our entire ride home, but I could see it in her eyes. She was suffering.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">As we arrived home, I rushed upstairs. I couldn’t think or feel anything anymore. I had to lie down.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">Before I went upstairs my mother only said one thing to me; “You will be better” and kissed my forehead.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">As my head hit the pillow, I started to drift off.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I tried to fight my sleep, because I knew that he would be there, waiting for me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">“No, don’t fall asleep” I screamed at myself, but to no prevail.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">My eyelids felt like they were led and soon enough they closed and the nightmare began all over again.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">As I emerged in my dream, I quickly realized that something was odd.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I wasn’t in the same dark room. Instead the place around me was well lit, but still I could sense him.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">He was present here as well.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">As I walked through the hall I could hear something. It was at first a muffled sound of someone chewing and popping their gum.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">*Chew*, *pop*, *chew*, *pop* and so on growing louder and louder as I walked.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">My ears were now focused only at the location of the sound. As I narrowed down a room the sound grew louder and a child screaming could be heard. The orchestra of annoyance drove me to one room.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">Inside it a woman and a child were strapped down. The woman was just chewing her gum, while the child screamed from the top of his lungs.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I couldn’t take it anymore.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I walked towards the woman and said, nicely “Spit out that gum!”

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">She didn’t listen. Instead she just kept chewing and popping.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I had no choice. I jumped and sat atop of her chest. The woman was frightened, but she continued to chew and pop, so I did the only thing I could.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">On the table beside her I found the choke pear. I smiled maliciously as pure hatred and anger overtook my soul. My vision became dark and an unspeakable malice came over me as I stuffed he choke pear into hear mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">In her eyes I could see no fear, only satisfaction. What was she?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">“Now open wide you bitch!” I yelled as the choke pear got logged inside her throat.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">With pure rage I turned the screw which made the pear’s ‘wings’ spread, crushing her jaw in a millisecond. I then proceeded to reach into her bleeding deformed jaw and in the cluster of her shattered teeth and bones, I found it; that hellish gum.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">“Why don’t you keep it?!” I said and showed that gum so far her distorted throat that nobody will be able to ever find it.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I could hear the woman, who was still alive (albeit for a short while) suffocating in her own blood, but she didn’t scream.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">She laughed and laughed as hard as she could, but soon she was dead.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I looked at her limp body and couldn’t believe it. The pear was still deeply logged into her esophagus and I had no intention of pulling it out.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I looked at my bloody hands and wept. How could I be so cruel?

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">Suddenly something came over me. A pure apathy towards my actions. My sorrow was now replaced by the coldness of my heart as I turned my gaze over to the screaming child.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">His loud, high pitch voice only aggravated me more.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">He had to be silenced.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I took a pair of pliers from the ‘torture table’ in front of me and walked over to a burning fire.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I heated the pliers for about three minutes and closed in on the screaming child.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">On the table besides the choke pear was a ‘mouthopener’ (a torture device of my own imagination). I stuffed it into his mouth and it inverted his jaw inside out.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">Only his tongue was still sticking out. I could see he tried to

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">scream, but that was the least of his concerns.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I closed in and slowly caressed his cheek.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I am going to enjoy this.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">“Now let’s hear you scream without your tongue” I said and clamped his tongue between the searing hot pliers.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">The scent of his burning flesh quickly filled my nostrils and I

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif""> laughed. I yanked the tongue with all my force, trying to rip it out of his mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">On the child’s face were no tears, just a gleam of pure joy in his

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif""> eyes. I pulled one more time and the tongue just slid out. From his mouth blood started pouring out and it splashed me right in the face. I just stood there and laughed. My heart was filled with joy as I finally silenced all these evil people.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">Suddenly something appeared in front of me.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">An emerald ring and the right hand leather glove. <p class="MsoNormal"> <p class="MsoNormal">

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'BookAntiqua',serif;font-size:14pt;line-height:115%;">I laughed as I looked down at them.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:"BookAntiqua","serif"">I understand now! I know what must be done.