1- Ann, thanks a lot!
2- YGO!Zexal is not mine!
3- Sorry for any mistakes...
4- This is a response to a challenge. Theme: Mara: an evil spirit in Germanic folklore which rides on people's chests while they sleep, bringing on bad dreams.
5- Hope someone enjoy it!
Mr. Heartland stood up from his bed in the middle of the night, using an old pajama, filled with memories, like a reassuring hug that he had not won for a long time.
There were some nights that nightmares became too insupportable.
The man opened the curtains and looked at the city through the glass. The bright lights blinded him for a moment, but he did not care. Remained standing, staring at that pile of houses, buildings and people who saw him as a leader, an exemplary person, a model to follow, a winner.
They not even imagined the true story of the famous Mr. Heartland...
Throughout his life he had pretended. Had pretended that he liked people. Pretended he was a good man. He pretended he was fighting for the good of his people. But there was only one thing that he really wanted and strove body and soul to achieve: his dream.
A dream so huge and pleasant, enough to make Mr. Heartland never give up.
There was only one contretemps... He never could do it alone. He needed the help of another person. Someone big, strong, determined and willing to help a stranger man with green hair.
A slight smile was designed on Heartland's lips.
It was on one occasion that he did not remember that his eyes met with Faker. From now on his memories were just blurs, but he remembered the day that the scientist said he could realize Heartland's dream in return for loyalty.
And for the first time in his life he ceased pretending.
He grabbed with all his strength in Faker's promise, depositing all his hopes on that man.
For some time Mr. Heartland found himself thinking if he even could trust in the other, but he always reminded himself that in the end it was all going to be worth it, one way or another, after all, Faker had no reason to get rid of him, a competent and faithful employee, who performed all his tasks with supreme perfection.
But then the nightmares started.
Every night. As if a monster had come out under his bed and sat on his chest, squeezing his lungs and heart, preventing him to breathe.
Heartland dreamed about all those people who had their dreams destroyed because of his own ambition. The sad faces, the hopelessness... And he always woke up with a horrible pain in the chest.
The man sighed, closing the curtains.
The duels carnival was ending and Faker's plans had worked ... The numbers were being hunted, despite all the interference from Tsukumo Yuma... Soon the ultimate weapon of Faker would be activated and all the problems would go away. His dream would be finally reached, and with some luck, the nightmares would end.
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Mr. Heartland glared in horror as the ground beneath him opened, revealing a dark and endless space. A dark hole that sucked everything around it.
"Someone!"
He looked up, to Faker, giving him, again, his hopes, but this time to be saved.
"Someone help me!"
But Faker ignored him.
"Please!"
And then Mr. Heartland remembered and understood.
During all his nightmares, in each of them, there was a figure that was away from him, hidden behind one of the walls of his mind. It was always smiling in a macabre way, hoping that he drowned on guilt and despair.
This person was none other than Dr. Faker.
Dr. Faker had always been an evil spirit who leaned on his heart every night, he was his Mara, his nightmare. But now nothing was left to Heartland, only darkness, and bad dreams.
Well... I never saw a fic about Mr. Heartland... Hm, review please?