Dream Eater (ShortnStory)

The DreamEater

Fire. Everywhere, the orange flames flickering over every part of the once gorgeous Paris. The screams of innocent bystanders filling the air with fear. All I can do is watch. My piercing blue eyes scanning the area for anything out of the ordinary, not that Paris in flames was ordinary. Then I see it, the sparkle. Hesitantly, I follow as it flows into the darkness of an alley.

My stomach churns as I step into the alley. The shrieks and fire becoming a distant echo as the shimmer becomes brighter.

"Follow," it whispers, it's glimmer becoming faster and more rapid. My mind loses control as my legs begin to wander forward.

The outline of a door begins to grow more vivid, the glimmer entering without hesitation. I follow.

A girl with matted blonde hair stands in front of me, her eyes a violent purple. Her clothes rags, but revealing enough to show her stick like figure. Death radiating off every ounce of her skin. She smiles, but it is frightening.

"What do you want?" I ask.

"You," she answers, as she licks her lips, her feet starting to edge closer, her mouth slowly growing bigger. My heart seems to rise into my chest as my breath hitches.

"Your dreams are always so vivid and dark. It's... delicious." She sprung her hands outstretching as her nails begin to grow dangerous claws. On instinct I sidestepped, missing the attack by millimetres. My blood was pumping as I begin to panic even more. The fear of dying, starting to become a reality.

"You shall be mine," the creature hisses, taking another attempt to slice me in half. The room, which is starting to glow red, felt as if the walls were closing. The doors vanishing as I'm desperately trying to run out.

"Get away from me!" I scream, the girl beginning to grow closer again, her fangs slightly showing as her wicked smirk begins to reform on her pale face.

"I am the DreamEater. I shall consume you and I will grow strong!" the monster shrieked. I can't think. Fear, was clouding my mind until a thought occurred. This is my dream. My escape from reality. My mind. I can control anything and everything that happens in this horrible nightmare.

Out of impulse, I lunged for the DreamEater whilst imaging a sword. Appearing in my hand only seconds later, I thrust it towards the chest of the creature. It's face pure shock and anger. But before it had time to react the sword was already half way through her chest, sending a chain reaction through its body. The DreamEater beginning to fade away, touching where blood should be only to find black oil like liquid.

A door shimmered into view, a colourful knob beckoning to be turned. As fast as light I ran to the door, my exit. Free of the this cursed dream and free of the DreamEater.

I woke, bolting up right to seeing faces peering down at me. All in white gowns, blending into the crisp white walls. They began to applaud. Their faces lighting up when I grinned from ear to ear.

"Thank you, for slaying the DreamEater," praised Patricia, her eyes shining with pride. All the patients in the asylum, gathering to share in the moment.

"Well I was the chosen one," I stated, there heads nodding vigorously. Ah, I love the Dareen Mitford Asylum, home for the mentally ill. Everybody was on the same page because nobody but patients in this institute thought that the DreamEater was real. Just a figment of our supposedly crazy imagination.