Dazed and Confused, I hitched a lift on an overhead cloud, where I'm going I knew not where. On the way he spoke to me and told me that all these dreams I've been having are due to deep psychological problems which aroused when I looked into that bush! You see, what happened was a nincompoop smurf jumped up and infiltrated my ear... It now controls my every thought and process, it has polluted my mind and disrupted my thoughts.
I thanked the cloud upon reaching the land of lore and
at once set off on a quest of discovery over the spectral tundra littered with the corpses of the nincompoop smurf's victims.
"I will not end up like them!" I encouraged myself...
I walked on for days and seconds and years and minutes, I cannot tell how long as I am under the influence of this tiny, havoc wreaking beast.
Eventually I reached the solar cosmos, the gate to the 7th dimension. A signpost by the starry, dark entrance read.
"To Butt-munchkin land"
I looked around, bodies floated around lifelessly my the infinite vision. I stepped in, and the gaping wound in the atmosphere closed behind me...
But I already ended the story! WHERE DO YOU GO AFTER THE WORLD IS DESTROYED?! Argh! And you didn't even listen to Master Circy.
--- STORY CONTINUES ---
"...and then it figured. I was in a black hole. Hey, look, the singularity. I think." I walked towards it. "Wow. How come I still exist? Perhaps ripping these wires will tell me why." I ripped the wires with my bare hands, and I could see, through the black hole, every star and bit of rock heading towards me. The universe collapsed and all was no more.
--- STORY ENDS FOREVER - NO PARALLEL UNIVERSES ALLOWED, NO, NOT EVEN THE ONE WHERE SPATULA CITY IS A REAL STORE ---
Firstly I would want to introduce myself... I'm the new member of DreamEvil Corporation. I am a Graphic Creator, and a Modeller and sometimes a programmer too... I like best The Games Factory, and The Game Maker. And now, I will continue the story:
I was thinking... thinking about what to do... I sat on the cold road, and I was thinking.. what to do? A fast car went in front of me... I have got only two choices: to die, or to get away. But I was so afraid... I couldn't kill myself, by my own hand. Perhaps if I can stay awake, the killings will stop for a while, and I could think on a better solution. I quickly stood up, and raned home. I got my backpack, and fill it with coffee, anti-sleeping pills, food, a flashlight, a cell phone and my fathers Colt, and anything else what contained coffeine. I left a letter to my parents, that I went away, for a reason that I can't explain now, I told them not to worry, I will be back soon. I took the keys to my fathers rest-house in the woods, and with my mothers car, I started to go. After a hour of driving I realised someone is walking near the road... with a big hat. It was him, the evil... he looked at me, and smiled. I pulled the handbrake, and turned the wheels. When the car turned, noone was there...(oops I have to go... I will continue the story later...)
"Some nightmares never go away" < I'm one of them!
Suddenly, out of nowhere, they were sucked into the computer screen which had been surfing The Daily Click. They entered the download section and a man with a fish for a head came out and started shooting them. They screamed and tried to get to the Boards section but were blocked by the little Zone Runner man. He just jumped over them and knocked over fishhead. They said, "Thanks little zone runner man!" He winked and ran off. They climbed into the Boards section where they saw a post called "It's kind of a Game" They entered it and climbed down to where they read this. They could not handle the pressure and started crying. Their tears filled up the screen and they swam under. When they came up for air, they relized they were in a huge lake in the middle of the Lost Valley.
If someone doesn't bring a Ninja Eskimo with laser eyes into this I am going to be deeply disappointed.
Show me the power child,
I'd like to say,
That I'm down on my knees today,
Gives me the butterflies,
Gives me away,
'Til I'm up on my feet again,
I'm feeling outshined.
I suddenly awoke. Back at the tundra, in a glacier somewhere. The dream about the universe exploding was not pleasant at all. But I soon saw something far close to that.
Someone was lying, probably dead, in the snow. Cruched by an iceblock, was bleeding badly. I also noticed my hands was unusually cold, like I had pushed something hard, and probably cold. Like I had pushed, an iceblock.
I was angrier then ever. That man hadn't done something to me ever. Why would he die? He had his entire life ahead of him.
The anger took over my body. The anger over the DreamEvil. I started to shout to the heavens, in hope of him hearing me.
-WHY? I shouted, WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU? WHY DO I DESEREVE THIS? CAN YOU HEAR ME? I KNOW YOU CAN! ANSWER MEEE!
I calmed down a bit while waiting for respons. Silence. Didn't the Evil hear me? Yes, something happened.
First, I could just hear the sounds. Something was rumbling at the horisont. Then I noticed the ground was shakeing. I expected it would stop soon. It didn't; it just got worse. A crack appeared in front od me. I backed. It didn't help. The cracks went bigger and more. They started to climb against the icewall. Suddenly, the ground was, like sucked in to a hole. I should have been silent instead.
I started to run. The big ice cap was srinking closer and closer to me. It was raining iceblocks.
The end of the glacier was ahead. I just continued to run, even if it went harder and harder. The glacier wasn't too deep, but I had a bad feeling about beeing cruched to the cliffs.
Then, I jumped. A huge leap straight to the top of the dale. I was now hanging with my both arms at the edge. I tried to put myself up, when the cliff got slippy and I was falling to a curtaiŽn and painful death.
MONDAY 5: 00 PM: Unknown location
My head was spinning. It was terrible. I tried to find my location whilst standing up. I failed. It was too dark. The only thing I could see was the ground; cold, hard and solid. And, yes another thing.
A man in a coat and big hat. He wasn't as painfuly happy as he used to be. He looked angry.
-Do you think, he said, that I ENJOY killing people which hasn't made something to me. Do you think it is YOUR curse? Well, no. It is rather mine.
-Your? I asked curiosly, your... curse.
Hed didn't respond. But I heard another voice, echoing in the area.
THE QUESTION 'WHY' HASN'T GOT ANY ANSWER, IF YOU ASK IT TOO MANY TIMES. FOREVER AND EVER, YOU SHOULD FEEL THE PAIN, OF KILLING. EVERY PERSON YOU SEE IN THE EYES, SHALL KILL AT LEAST FIVE PERSONS, AND YOU SHALL FOREVER LIVE, BUT DEAD.
It was a dark and heavy voice.
Soon, the dark area was fading out. I was now in the deserts. A tall, skinny guy was wandering home with a cog of suplies. The DreamEvil, as human. Then I saw smoke from his village. He probably saw it too, cause he left his cog, and ran as fast as he could. It was too late.
With his own eyes, he saw how crusader Salkin was killing his entire family, and then left. He was really angry.
The DreamEvil read some text from the Coran, and then ran pass the crusaid by a shortcut. He had climb up a rock, and was prepared to attack with his dagger.
He took a huge leap, and attacked crusader Salkin, cut his throat off. Then he spit in hiŽs face, kicked sand over him, urinated on his sword and asked "why".
He saw the crusaders ghost, and read up the saame riddle. Then DreamEvil got a diagonal cross in each wrists. Even if they wasn't bleeding, he was falling to the ground stonedead.
The desert was fading out, and the dark enviroment appeared once again. The DreamEvil showed his wrists. Showed me the diagonal cross- scars.
-Sorry I, I said, I had no idea.
-They usually don't, he responded quikly, and the only way to be forgiven is to be forgiven for my sins. Who would like to do that. He was right. Who would forgive a man killing my friends, and other people.
But then, I though of the man, I have though of ever since the begining of my epic adventure. I was thinking about Jesus. He died for our sins. What is a "thats okay" in motion to that. I felt ashamed over my self. In fact, I though that I had been worse myself.
DreamEvil was leaving in the dark halls, when I suddenly said.
-I forgive you.
-Y- you... you do? he said surprised.
-Yes, ofcourse, I responded
-Thanks, he said, no one have ever, may I hug you, please?
I didn't answer. I didn't need to. Instead, I opened upmy arms, and met him for the last time. He was crying, which was understandable. But his crying was lighter according to his voice. He sounded like a girl. But it wasn't he who was crying. IT WAS A GIRL!
MONDAY 8: 00 PM: My room
-Please Robert. Pleaeaease don't leave me. Kevin is already gone. I wouldn't make it if you died too.
That was the first time ever I saw Alex cry. Not even when I shut the cardoors on her fingers. But now she was crying as nothing what I have seen.
-Alex, I said with a voice weaker then I though.
-Robert, Alex responded happily, Robert you made it. She huged me, but it hurt like [Belsebubs kingdom] so she stopped after my cry of pain.
While the hug, I noticed Alex had bandage.
-Alex, I said, your... arms...
-Nothing to worry about, she said calm while cleaning her nose from liquid mascara, It was just an accident in the food line. I can take away it now.
But it was worse then she though. Cause when she relealised herself from the bandage, a scar appeared on each of her wrists. A scar in shape of a diagonal cross.
EPILOUGE:
-Computerengineer Drem Evel found a bug in the program which would start WW3 according to Evel himself, the newsanchor said, The program was used to fire away nuclearweapon to North Korea, but the plans was stopped during hacker Gross Mell, or "Muz" (really, no offense Muz) which planned to freese himself to the 3029 where "he would find his undead lover".
It seemed like Alex had forgot about the DreamEvil. Although it was a long time and we hadn't talked about it since, I had that mysterios feeling that she was it. The DreamEvil.
-Stupid scar, she said, it won't go away. What do you think, Robert. I turned my ahead away.
-Robert, what is it? she asked, why don't you want to look into my eyes. I didn't want to answer that question. I was afraid of the truth. I was afraid of her hearing the truth.
-Alex, I said, I know that you have a hard time. We take it sometime next week. If I though, IF I survive to next week.
Can someone else read that for me and tell me if there was any Ninja Eskimos?
Show me the power child,
I'd like to say,
That I'm down on my knees today,
Gives me the butterflies,
Gives me away,
'Til I'm up on my feet again,
I'm feeling outshined.
Once upon a time there was a cool ninja eskimo laser pirate. He liked to smash shit then use the broken parts as weapons to kill people and smash more stuff, he even used his laser eye to put on cool light shows and scare old people. The End.
Two weeks passed since, I woke up in my room with Alex... Alex was still sad for his brother, the funeral was held 7 days ago... I was there too, everyone cried. They still can't find the killer of Kevin, perhaps it was me... or Alex. I was thinking... I had no dreams since them... and what if Alex really is the DreamEvil? Or if she is possesed by him? Perhaps I had scarrs too... is the power of forgiving this strong, that it can destroy such a great evil? I decided, to go to the library, before I talk with Alex. I went in to the library, and got out a book: Evils Among Us. I searched for the DreamEvil, and I found it:
DreamEvil
An evil from the second century, the spirit of a young boy, who avenged the death of his family, by killing one of the most evil crusaders. Legends says, that the crusader possesed his soul, and cursed the little boy to whom he sees, has to kill five people. His soul is traped between the underworld and the real world, in a place, named Aghantara, the land of the deads who turned evil. No one knows the way, how to deal with this demon, how to get rid of him, or how to kill him. In 1934 a group was formed, by six mens, who said that they were possesed by the Dream Evil. They said that they know the answer, but they will only tell it, to a man who is possesed. Legends from the DreamEvil
1456:
A young boy was possesed by the DreamEvil. Strangely, five man whom he hated died. The killer was never found.
1765:
A woman named, Elisabeth, was possesed by the evil. Two men whom he hated was killed, in strange and bizzare ways. He said that he'd forgive the DreamEvil, and the killings stoped.. but sixteen days later, his best friend, the only one he loved, died, in a bizare way. He burned from inside, through his scars... After that two other mans died whom he hated, and the dream evil once again dissapeared...
THIS CAN'T BE! So then Alex is next! But I'v forgived him! Why is he killing? From the library a dark and heavy voice whispered:
THE QUESTION 'WHY' HASN'T GOT ANY ANSWER, IF YOU ASK IT TOO MANY TIMES. FOREVER AND EVER, YOU SHOULD FEEL THE PAIN, OF KILLING. EVERY PERSON YOU SEE IN THE EYES, SHALL KILL AT LEAST FIVE PERSONS, AND YOU SHALL FOREVER LIVE, BUT DEAD.
No! This isn't over! If this book says the truth, then Alex will die, in two days! I need to do something... I feeled a little bit relaxed, Alex wasn't the Dream Evil... or was she? First of all I need to know, what was a dream and what was real! I ranned home, my mothers car was home, the key to my fathers rest-house was home too... only the colt was missing... the weapon with what I killed Kevin... I was sure, that I am the killer...but I couldn't telled Alex... I need to find that six man, who was possesed... NOW!
-This is stupid (not the post ), I said quiet to myself, Stupid, stupid; stupid.
But it couldn't help. I needed to do this. Weither I liked it or not.
Me and Alex was walking home together as usuall. But not quiet as usuall as... usuall. Neither of us talked. We both though for ourselves instead of chewing out the usuall gossip. I at least knew what I though: How did Alex find out about the DreamEvil in the first place. And believe me, I have tried anything else, and everything had failed. I sat myself in my fathers restroom the entire evening and figured about this. This, and only this, was the only solution.
-Alex
-Robert, we said each others names at the same time.
-You first, Alex said.
-No you, I insisted; and she started.
-Robert, she sa said bothered, I have in the past two weeks notice; don't get it wrong I just ask you; but are you meeting any other girls...
That was a real punch in this stomach. Of course your girldriend suspect that sort of things if you avoid seeing them in the eyes. I should have forseen this mistake, but I didn't. Now I must take the conequences.
-Of course I haven't, I said in a calm, worried voice; when I actually should have sound really bothered, and insulted.
-You doubted, she said suspiciosly and sighed, Robert, do you really think this is working out?
I was worrying more and more. If I wasn't her boyfriend, it would take longer time to analyse the situation. And time, was the most important thing I wanted just now.
-Well, I said with hidden emotions, couldn't we try a bit longer? Like, I don't know, a week; two days. Alex looked cofused.
-I just want you to be honest, she responded, Do you think you can start looking into my eyes again?
I started to breath heavy. If I saw her in her eyes, I would have those awful dreams again. But thenm again, wasn't love more important then dreams?
-I don't know, I answered and turned my head slowly towards her. Then I saw them, but nothing happened. No Jesus, no dreams; nothing. All I could think of was that I had forgot how beatiful they was.
-Oh Robert, she said and huged me. I catched her with my arms and huged her too. That was a clear "Yes".
Suddenly I heard an evil laughter. It wasn't from Alex, it wasn't from me. It came from inside my head.
-Haha haha, and it sounded familiar, Did you really think you could get away from me that easy?
-DreamEvil, I said; and the huging quited.
-What? Alex said confused, what did you say just?
-Alex, I responded, I need you to tell me where you first heard about the DreamEvil.
-DramEvil, she repeated cofused, yes, I remember that. Wait wasn't you posessed by it.
-Not really. Now it is more like YOU are posessed by it, I wanted to say, but I couldn't.
-Of course not, silly, I answered her calmly, I don't believe in these stories. I need your information for a schoolproject.
Luckily, she had forgotten alot of detailes. She looked a bit confused when she said...
-What? I said confused. Apperantly the DreamEvil was trying to distract me, but why? What was he doing in my head in the first place? Wasn't he supposed to be... just nothing?
Appearantly I asked that question to him, because he answered me:
-I though it too, he said in my head, but it seems like I must fullfill my work first.
-Fullfill work? I asked surprised in the kind of way we communicated, why are you her, what is happening to Alex and why has I stopped dreaming...
-Relax, he interupted me, your forgiveness DID help... a bit. I am just now your dreams, and can't controll anything but them. I have laid low a while because I didn't think you wanted my presence...
-Not wanted? I asked him angrily with the knowlege of that both he and I knew he had right, not wanted! You tell me now what is happening with Alex! Or else...
-You can't do anything with me, he interupted me, but I can tell you that if I don't do my work, crusader Salkin will do it for me.
-How do you know this, I asked him, and when does he... the crusader...
-I don't know, he interupted me again, but I can tell you that more people have tried to get rid of me then you... and failed.
-But then, I said, you can't be...
-The original DreamEvil? his interupting was getting annoying, no ofcourse I can't. I just wanted off this curse.
-What? I said angrily and a bit disapointed so I think Alex heard it too.
-Robert, she said, don't you listen to me? No, I wasn't. I wanted to finish my conversation with mr. Evil.
-You help me rescue Alex, I said, or I will take back my forgive...
-You can't, he continued to interupt, done is done, and for Alex; she just suffer. Just look at this poor ladys dreams.
Before I even though of questioning him, I was hanging somewhere with my hands. With a large beard, I saw my own wrists covered with wooden pegs. I felt something sharp on my head. I was Jesus.
Suddenly I awoke, feeling that the DreamEvil was absent from my head for a while.
I started to organise my thoughs. Alex has start to dream about she is Jesus. And she has the scars of the pegs on her wrists. Did she have the scars of the thorncrown too?
Of a pure quincidence, she was just scrathching her head in confuseness of my absent look. Uncovering her long red hair a second, letting me witness the circle around her head of tiny diagonal crosses. The answer on that question was yes.
My conclusion was: She was suffering stigmata; the descease/curse which makes you feel the pain of Jesus on the cross. If I would follow the logic, that Elisabeths love died in, no its too obvios, after easter. Same was awaiting Alex. That gave me more time, it was still a week to the next easter. Until that, I have to find a cure.
Even if all these seems to take a long time, everything above only took about five seconds. It was enough for Alex to ask:
-How are you Robert?
-Uhm finem, I answered, could you please take that again?
-Okay, she answered, but listen carefuly at me now
-Just so you know it, a dark voice said inside my head, if you stop her to die, you will never be left without me...
Please continue aon the story, I want to see how its end too .
I was frighten and confused of what the DreamEvil said, but I fast released that it was more important to ask it out after the information I was about to recieve was recieved.
-Well, she said after a deep breathe, I remember a guy named Thomas. I don't know his last name or if he has one, but he tells alot of fairytales, like he himself had experience them. That story about the DreamEvil especially frighten me of some reason. My grandfather and I used to visit him alot together.
-Used? I asked curios.
-Well, she answered a bit frighten, before he died...
-Whom? Thomas? I asked surprised her. A bit too surprised I am sure.
-No, she said a bit sad now, My grandfather.
-Oh, I said whilst I cursed my own insensitivity, I am sorry.
-Thats okay, she said, anyway, now I don't use to visit him at all. Mostly because he is a bit freakie...
-Why? I asked, because he believe in fairytales?
-Not really, she explaned, because he lives in a menthal hospital.
I was shakeing of the though to meet a freak, but then I tried to convince myself he wasn't a freak, but a humanbeing.
-Robert, she interupted me in my thoughs, you aren't going to visit him are you?
-No, I lied to her badly
-Good, she said, he is a bit creepy...
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Let's remain on the original, I would really like to see, how will we end that!
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