Author: Chiisutofupuru PM
He was 'normal' in his world. Either than the recent dreams he's been having, he was him. That was until one unexpected encounter left him gasping for life and bleeding to death. Then there was mention of this guy named 'Owen'. (Will end up in a fantasy world of many races) ((((I can't tell you everything, it will ruin the story :p)))Rated: Fiction T - English - Fantasy/Adventure - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,640 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-22-13 - Published: 11-10-12 - id: 3073068
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Blood was everywhere, dead things were everywhere. The smell made my nose twist, my stomach felt terrable, my eyes were filled with tears. A dead thing lay in front of me. I felt something for it. A terrible feeling that made me want to cry and throw up. This creature used to beautiful with it's bright fairy-like wings, dark green hair in a long ponytail and powers that shook the earth. Now, it lay here, blood all over her, torn up and corpse rotting away already.
"This is the end of your pitiful race."
A dark cold voice I knew. I felt terror, I didn't need to look to know who was behind me and I didn't feel the blade of that someone stab though my back. I saw the silver blade in front of me, covered in blood, my blood. It pulled back and I felt it pull out. It didn't hurt but I could no longer breath.
"Oh just die already."
A sudden presure sent me spraling onto my side. I had no strength, I couldn't move, my eyes flickered, I felt cold.
The same blade was across my neck, the owner stood over me. He said something but I couldn't make it out. The blade lifted and rapidly came back down.
I closed my eyes.
I woke and shot up holy shit! I was drenched with sweat, a cold feeling rushed through me. Fuck that was a brutal nightmare. I looked around and checked myself just to make sure. Everything from the samarai sword I have for decor on my left wall to my dresser that sat on the right side of my bed was all the same and right where I left it. I placed my hand down beside me and felt a wet spot great. My bed was soaked in sweat and smelled strongly of me.
The past couple of nights I've had dreams like that. That was the first time I, well, died in a dream. The others were more friendly and not a nightmare but all felt brutaly realistic. Made me want to go to bed early, until now.
I cleaned up a little and threw my things in the wash. I guess it's been a while since I've washed my bed anyway. It could use a cleaning. I got ready for a day doing laundry and online gaming since I have the day off today from work, a boring job I took to save up for more school.
Crud, why does everyone have to be super awesome at these games? A fighting game I beat a while ago was showing a 'YOU LOSE' screen. Online fighting is fun, only if you find someone at your playing level. Otherwise, most of the time you run into rookies or guys who know infanant combos or sometimes the guys that show off how good they really are those guys probably play the game every single day every chance they get. Me, I play a bunch of different fantasy games not really into the whole first-person shooter thing that's really popular now a days. I don't get super awesome at any games really since I have no other compotition other than online, and they don't realy give you a chance so getting really good is not really an option.
I did start this online role-playing game a friend of mine showed me. I've taken a break from it for now. It was really addicting at first. I forgot to go to bed the first day playing and only realised two hours before I had to be at work the next morning. I called in sick and had set an alarm so I'd stop playing and eat something. Ya, I kept playing it was that good I wonder if it's that game that's giving me these dreams... probably not, the dreams were nothing like the game.
I turned off the fighting game and opened up a web was another hobbie of mine. The popular ones were all really good. I sometimes look for others but I mostly try to keep up with the never-ending anime over three-hundred episodes long. Nope, nothing new today... I guess I`ll go for a walk for once. I put on a sweater just in case and opened the door to the 'outside world' as I like to call it.
Perfect for a sweater, a cool breeze, sun was slowly leaving us and a few clouds in the nice blue sky. I started walking around the block. I don't really like this area for the noise and stuff but it was pretty cheap living. It was a temperary location for now, moved out of the house to see what it was like living on my own It sucks.
Well, there are up sides but the sucky part isn't really the part being away from home. It's the fact the government robs you blind! I'm positive everyone knows how so I'm not going into detail. Getting away from everyone just made me realise how much this world sucks. I'm pretty sure that if I was living in a different world of some kind, I wouldn't be the lazy, non-social person I am.
I looked around to see what happened. Seeing nothing I went over to where I think I heard it coming from. I was about to cross the street when all of a sudden the wind was knocked out of me. I flew back into the wall of a house and hit the ground fuck that hurt. I got back up, my heart racing now. I still couldn't see anything. Then I saw a distortion in the middle of the street. This thing is invisable! The distortion got closer fast and it hit me in the stomach hard. I couldn't breath for a few seconds while it Bashed me through the wall behind me. I cried out, I knew some part of me broke. I couldn't move I was in so much pain. I felt a presure on my hurting stomach, I focused my eyes and there it was. A humanoid of some sort stepping on me. This guy was huge, probably a head taller than me. He looked built, his hands were double the size of mine.
He drew something from behind his back. A small blade flashed as he raised it above his head.
My eyes went wide fuck! I'm going to die!
He swung at me but instead of a blade hitting me, I was covered in his blood. My eyes were blurred even more making it harder to see. He looked at his hand and spun around. His head fell down beside me. I just stared wide eyed as another human-looking humanoid stared back down at me. A huge double sided blade rested over her shoulder.
"No, it can't be," another similar humanoid joined her, this one had a long skinny blade in his hand.
"Well, should we leave him here to die slow, kill him quick, take him to one of those hospital-things or take him with us?"
"He has power..." The skinny blade just vanished from his hands. "Help me get him to his feet."
The giant blade dissapeared as well and they reached for me. As soon as I was moved some part of me cracked and my vision faded to darkness.