Hello everyone!

This is my new story called The Nightmare Begins.

Hope you enjoy it!


Chapter 1

Conan ran as fast as he could. He sweated badly and breathed hard. He kept running, not turning around. He told himself to stop running, but his feet didn't listen. Behind him he could hear the gunshots and screams.

What are you doing you idiot? Stop running, turn around, and save those people! Remember no matter what the danger, a detective does NOT let people die!

Conan took control of his legs and spun around. There on the floor lay people in a pool of blood.

No.

He couldn't believe his eyes. His legs began to tremble and he dropped to his knees.

How could I just let these people die? They needed me yet…

Conan-kun.

Conan recognized the voice. He turned around not liking the image he sees. There sat Ran on her knees. Her face covered in blood. Her shirt drenched in dark red blood by a bullet shot in her heart.

Conan-kun. Why? Why weren't you there? You're always there? But… you weren't.

No.

Why?

No! NO! It's NOT my fault! I wanted to help! I wanted to save them! I wanted to save you…

I don't know if I can trust you anymore. You've been lying all along haven't you? I always thought you'd be there for me… and yet…

NO!NO!NO!NOOO!

--x--

"Conan-kun! Conan-kun! Wake up!"

Conan jolted right up from his bed and slowly fell back down, looking sick. "I fwell awfwul."

"Of course you would. You suddenly shot up from bed, not to mention your drenched in sweat," Ran said. "Are you all right, did something happened to you? You kept tossing and turning. Did you have a nightmare?"

Conan stared up at the girl, who looked awfully worried.

"It's nothing Ran-neechan," Conan said assuring her he's fine. What was that dream? Who were those people? And why…why was I running? Could it be that I dreamt about THEM?!

"Conan-kun, would you like breakfast?" Ran asked.

"Uh, yes please," the boy said hesitantly. He wasn't really listening. He was to busy thinking about that dream.

"Well you just go and get ready while I prepare your breakfast," said Ran getting up heading for the door.

Conan watched her go out. He reached for his glasses and put it on. He sat in bed wondering what was that dream. The dream didn't seem important, but why does it seem like it is?

Conan got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, and headed down stairs. He ate breakfast with Ran, whose father wasn't there to accompany them because he was on another random case. It was a Sunday and Conan didn't have anything to do.

"Hey Ran-neechan, can I go take a walk in the park?" Conan asked after eating there breakfast.

"Sure, just be careful okay?" Ran said, letting him go.

Conan gave her a reassuring smile and headed out of the house. He needed a walk to think. He walked the streets, one hand in his pants pocket the other on his chin, figuring just why he had that dream.

I don't know why but that dream seemed like a warning. A warning for what though? Come on think! Think!

Conan thought back, trying to remember his dream. He thought hard.

A hotel, a gathering of people, Ran, Doctor Agasa, Occhan, Haibara, the kids…gunshots… screams…I ran. I ran away even though they needed me. I…I let them down.

Conan faced spread with terror remembering the horrible dream. He hugged himself tightly, shivering like he was in a dreaded snow storm.

A loud thunder snapped him out of his daze. He looked up watching the bright, blue sky turn into gray, dreary clouds. Rain started falling down heavily. People started running, looking for shelter. People pushed passed the little boy who stood there not caring. Conan stood there letting the rain fall down on him.

I really should get home…

Conan turned around but stopped. He looked straight at the direction of the Mouri Detective Agency. He hung his head and lifted it back up. He turned around and walked in the other direction.


So what do you think so far?