The dark.
A cup.
A person.
Oh no. Not again.
I try to resist, but it seemed like I couldn't move. Nope, I wasn't restrained, but I felt as if I all the energy was sucked out of me in seconds. The man was getting closer. I tried repeatedly to break free.
Nothing.
The man grabbed my hair and forced my head backwards, forcing me to drink some kind of liquid from the cup. Poison. Of course, as usual. He throws me down, leaving me to die in the room. The darkness pressed on me like a suffocating blanket, and I felt nauseous.
Then I felt something cold on my face.
And I woke up, shrugging.
This is like the 7th time this happened to me. It's honestly very irritating and stressing and if this happens one more time, I'm going to kill myself.
Oh, sorry. Forgot to introduce myself? My name is Chrisangelo Kratt. And here I am, fast asleep, having another of those nearly unbearable nightmares. As a child I usually thought nightmares were black horses galloping through the night, looking for their next victim to torture.
Oh, well. So much for memories. Back to what happened. Four- no, five- faces looked at me with wide eyes, obviously terrified. One was even holding a bucket with a few drops of water still in it. I smiled weakly and rubbed the back of my neck. I CAN be quite violent in those times… "Sire! Are you all right?" I respond with pushing them away, and murmuring. "Where's Nathan?" I ask, still trying to get away from them. "Good morning, Chris!" I only let ONE person call me that- Nathan. A man with white hair, emerald green eyes, and a deep voice stepped through the rest of the servants. They commanded them all out with a single look which I always wished to have the privilege to be doing. As soon as the door was closed, he sat next to me and handed me a towel.
It was only then that I realized that I was dripping wet. "Thanks, Nathan," I said, rubbing my face dry, then squeezing the water out of my brown hair. "Another nightmare, sire?" I didn't answer, so he continued. "That research you are doing, Chris, I don't think it's healthy for you. Look, you dream about men in black(hehehe), poison, and weakness." I looked him in the eyes, and sighed. "Okay.." I lie, and he patted my back. "That's good," he says, standing up to his 6"0 frame. "Rest for a while. I shall go downstairs and check on the others." I excused him, and sat there for a few minutes, letting my body catch up with my still raging mind.
A/N:
Guys, this is my first fanfic- I hope there are still fans out there who read fanfics like these! Pls. review!