Hey everyone, here is the sequel to The Dark Sandman for you all. If you are new to this, please read the first one to understand this one. This first chapter is a little shorter than usual but when doing sequels I do short first chapters to see the response and then do longer ones after that. I hope you all enjoy this and I look forward to hearing from you all.
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Six months later
Reid walked into his mother's room at Bennington, she was having a good day but he had noticed her slipping into having a bad day, she was muttering to herself when he left to get her a drink and on occasion, called him her little chocolate button, something she had only called him when he was younger. He gave her the plastic cup of water and noticed her shaking. He reached out and steadied the cup. "Are you okay, mom?"
"I'm fine, Spencer," she waved her hand. "I'm just tired."
"Have you been sleeping well?" he asked.
"They enter your mind when you're asleep, I know they do," she said before bringing her hand into a fist. "I dream about them, they're putting messages in my head. I'm not going to sleep till they're dead. Only when they're dead will I be able to sleep."
"Mom, I think you need to take the new medication the doctors want you to take, I can afford it and your current medication isn't as strong as it used to be. You'll be able to sleep then."
"Don't try to trick me," she snapped. "You're my son but they probably have you under their control, they've already put the messages in your head and you follow them blindly like a lamb for slaughter. Is that what you want to do to me?! You want to let them slaughter me."
"Mom," he raised his voice as he lost his temper for a moment, he calmed himself down and brushed a hand through his hair. "I love you and I'd never let anyone hurt you. I'm under no-one's control. How about this? We'll talk about the medication tomorrow and for now, I'll sit with you while you sleep. I'll make sure that no-one puts messages in your head."
Her expression changed into a more gentle one, she reached out and took his hand. "Would you really do that, little button?"
"Yes, mom," he smiled before giving her hand a small squeeze. He helped her into bed and made sure she was comfortable, he was definitely having them switch her medication. He sat beside her and held her hand as she went to sleep. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and focused his mind. "Here we go."
Opening his eyes, he found himself in his old childhood home, it wasn't the same way he remembered it being. Metal bars covered the windows and the front door was now heavily padlocked and reinforced, layers of dust covered ornaments and books. He made his way up the stairs and into a room to see his mother sitting in a rocking chair, a blanket over her. She looked dishevelled and ill. "Oh, mom," he shook his head.
This was his first time entering her dreams.
"Diana," a voice called from the door he had just come through. He saw four people he didn't recognise.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
"Diana, he's not your real son, the government want you to think that he's still alive but he isn't. They killed him when he entered into the FBI," a woman with black hair laughed.
"You hate him for entering the FBI," a man with blonde hair taunted. "Diana, don't ignore us."
He looked back to his mother and found her crying with her hands over her ears.
"You're the ones who talk to her, you represent the disease in her mind," he said angrily, he walked to the door and stared at them. He knew he couldn't get rid of them permanently but he wasn't going to stand there and watch the phantoms taunt his mother. "GO AWAY!"
All four of them slammed back into the brick wall and fell to the floor, the door slammed shut and locked on its own. Reid felt uncontrollable anger rushing through him, he'd seen the monsters who had ruined his mother's mind, those same monsters were the reason for his difficult and painful childhood. As he brought his rage under control, he turned back to his mother to see her hands away from her ears. She was watching a small television, he looked at the screen and recognised what was on it. It was a memory but not his, his mother was reliving the moment he had sent her to Bennington.
He knelt next to her and felt a tear run down his cheek. "I'm so sorry, mom. It was the only way to make sure you stayed safe though. I know I took you away from your home and away from everything you loved in your home. I just couldn't look after you anymore. I can do something for you now though. I'm going to give you good dreams for as long as I can."
He took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Only dream of good memories, think of the times that made you happy."
The screen flickered and he watched the memory change. He stepped back and watched her smile at the memory on the screen. She gained happiness from the memory of the day he came into the world and into her arms as a baby.
A small sob escaped his lips as he opened his eyes, he looked to his mother to see she was more relaxed with a small smile on her lips. He stayed silent for the rest of his time in the room.
The next afternoon
He hugged his mother and smiled at her. "I'll see you soon, mom."
"Don't stay away too long this time, Spencer," she smiled. "I haven't had my mind this clear in some time."
"I'll be back soon, don't you worry about that. I'll keep sending you letters," he smiled. "I love you."
"I love you too, Spencer."
He yawned as he made his way into his apartment after the flight home, he put his suitcase down by the side of his door and then hung up his satchel. "Home at last," he smiled. He decided a decent cup of coffee was in order and made his way to the kitchen.
After barely entering the kitchen, he gasped as a sharp sting came into his neck. His eyes fluttered as he felt something enter his bloodstream and then collapsed to the ground, the darkness swallowing him.
Turning the young man over, he let out a sigh of relief that he had timed the injection correctly.
"It's him," his female companion smiled as she appeared from the bedroom. "We've finally found him. The others are gonna be so happy, no more searching for him."
"He's the dream walker," he grinned. "He can join the others we have."
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