User blog:Ore-samma/Short-Shot My Nightmare (malformed)

Hello Fans, Ore-samma here!

And here is day 12!

I do hope you like it! This one was very difficult to write, and it lent itself to be a short-shot.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

I cried out as I fell to the ground. My hands just barely stopped my face from smashing into the cobbled streets. I looked up and noticed the dark shadows coming for me again.

“NO! Stay away!” I cried out and scrambled backwards to get away from the dark shapes.

“Get off the streets, beggar!” A guard barked out, thumping me with the butt of his spear.

I wailed and moaned as I dodged his kicks and spear blows, rushing to the side of the street as fast as I could. I panted with my back against the wall of the city, desperate to get up! Desperate to keep moving! I had to keep moving! I must not sleep! I must….must….not…

Suddenly I felt an itching and burning. NO!

I tried to rise up, but the ants were back. They crawled all over my body and started to bite me and sting me. I struggled and squirmed as best as I could, but the masses of ants flowed over me, turning into a sea of blood. Still being bitten and stung everywhere, I tried to swim to shore. Coughing the thick blood and gore out of my mouth.

A sudden force pulled me under the water, a fleshy tentacle that had eyes all over it rose above the surface with me as I coughed and struggled to keep my head above water. I screamed and begged for mercy from my dreams as it started to crash upon me, forcing me into the bloody depth of this sea.

“Easy….easy….” A voice whispered in my ear.

I gasped and realized I was in the lap of a strange woman.

“No! I must wake!” I cried out, rolling away from the woman trying to force myself awake when I was suddenly in her lap again.

“Rest, Brian, rest...I will make sure nothing hurts you.” The woman cooed. “I have come to protect your sleep, and keep your dreams safe.”

I felt my entire body pulse and thunder from my frenzied heart beat….I looked about and noticed we were on a small island, surrounded by a clear pool of water fed by a small waterfall.

“Wh-wh...who are you?” I mumbled, feeling as though I would die from exhaustion, even in my dreams

“My name is Faye. I have been searching for you, Brian….your screams echoed and thundered across the spaces and non spaces for so long….I am coming, I promise you...I am coming.”

“Wha? How long?” I mumbled, no longer able to keep my eyes open. I felt an immense vertigo as I saw myself laying in Faye’s lap, with her stroking my head. She looked almost like a Satyr, but her legs were more horse-like and with jet black hair. Her left arm was misshapen, but her face carried a unique beauty.

“For almost a year now.” Faye whispered and kissed my forehead. “These nightmares that plague your every sleeping moment, and make every waking moment so burdensome. I will stand by your side and keep your dreams safe, as long as you need me by your side.”

I shivered along with the body still in Faye’s lap. The thought of my sleep being dark, blank, and of nothingness would be heaven in itself…..but to have soothing dreams….

“What must I do!” I begged, seeing and hearing my other body speak with its eyes still closed.

“Just wake up….that’s all….wake my dear Brian….wake…..wake…..wake...”

I opened my eyes and noticed Faye’s lovely face looking down upon me. I was still laying against the city wall, but night had fully fallen by now.

“Is this- am I?”

Faye shook her head. “No, this is real, you are awake, and I am here at last.”  She leaned over and kissed my forehead again. “And as long as we are together, I will always ensure that your dreams are peaceful.”

I felt my heart overflow with relief and gratitude for Faye. I struggled to sit up, and was just barely able to with her help. I looked at her strange form, “You’re a mamono? But, what type? I’ve never seen anything like you before?”

Faybe bit her lower lip, “I am a Nightmare-type. But….I was born too soon and my mother was exposed to all sorts of chaotic magic.” She gestured to her legs and malformed arm. “So, I don’t really look like a Nightmare.”

“Faye! Please! What could have been causing all my nightmares?! Surely you must know, Nightmare-types know all about sleeping and dreams!”

Fayle’s expression took on a pained grimace. “I’m sorry, Brian….Along with my malformed body, my powers and abilities were also malformed. I could never influence dreams like my sisters or mother could, I could only either create horrors, or take them away.” She sighed and her eyes went faraway. “There are so many nightmares in the world, and I can hear them all….but the voices are always different. They change.” She looked to me. “I found you, because you were crying out every night for over a year…..and I couldn’t help but want to help you, to be with you...and….well….if possible….” She blushed and turned away. “....if possible….loved by you too….”

I leaned over and took Faye in my arms and kissed her, feeling her moans vibrate into my tongue and mouth. I held her closer as if she was a dream come true.

“Yes….” I whispered in her ear. “Yes, please...anything...stay with me, I will- no...I do love you...please...just stay.”

I felt Faye exhale, her breath puffing across my tear soaked cheek.

“I will….thank you….” She whispered.