Beginning
Every morning I still wake up screaming.
I can't tell you my name because it isn't mine anymore. Just call me Sandman.
I looked around my cell. My cell in Blackfield Asylum. The absolute horror that had become my life, my dreams are my only retribution. When I was young I was ugly, fat, pitiful, weak and disloyal to all those around me, then I got the chance to become what I always dreamed I'd be. My doctor diagnosed it severe depression. My uncle was obviously insane. Even more so after the accident that scarred his face forever. My Uncle. My Aunt Cathy always wanted children. After my parent's died in the plane crash she took me in. My Uncle married her for her vast wealth and power; he did not want children to interfere with his plans. My Aunt loved me like a son. My Uncle flinched in disgust at the sight of me. My Aunt taught me something that changed my life forever. She taught me how to control my dreams. In my dreams I was a tall handsome knight saving those from harm's way and being the perfect hero. As I continued to use this power my outward appearance changed. It became what it was in my dreams. Girls threw themselves out me, and I cared for so few. My life was perfect. One day after school, I trudged home after making out with my latest girlfriend. When I stepped into what had become my home I knew something was wrong. Usually I could feel my Aunt Cathy's living dreams bustling with hope and life, hoping that someday Uncle would love her. "Aunt Cathy" I called out. There was no answer. My Aunt Cathy was dead.
Now I sit alone. My wonderful dreams became Dr. Seuss' worst nightmare. I had grown pale, raven haired, and thin. Like I was in my dreams Then he came in, his name was Calypso. He ran a competition. The car he gave me resembled the twisted chariot of my dreams. He offered me a chance to avenge my Aunt Cathy.
How could I refuse?
Middle
Minion was fodder. After his car blazed in a beautiful inferno I laid back my head and slept. And dreamed.
I was seventeen. A lady's man. An honor roll student. Then my life changed. I stepped into what had become my home. "Aunt Cathy." I called out there was no answer. I stepped into her bedroom. There I saw her. Beautiful, perfect Aunt Cathy. Her pout lips were locked into a silent scream. Her eyes were rolled back, the life behind them. gone. Her red hair clashed with the dark blood that soaked her mattress. Then I saw my Uncle. Standing victoriously over her corpse, a butcher's knife clasped in his hand. He turned his eyes on me. I was expecting him to panic. An eyewitness was not something he wanted. Instead he smiled. He threw the knife into my Aunt Cathy's chest.then he laughed. He laughed at me. I lunged out to attack him but before I could do anything he had me pinned to the ground. His mouth opened wide and I saw a great red light. I felt a great hurl of pain rush through my body. Every bone, every blood vain screamed in terror. When I awoke I found myself mysteriously alive and perplexed. I tried to remember the past hours. But I could only remember my Aunt Cathy being murdered, by Uncle. Uncle? Then it hit me, I could not remember his face, what he looked, how tall he was, he good as didn't exist. My heart pounded. I couldn't even remember his name. It took me moments to decide what to do. I would find my Uncle and kill him.
End
The Warhawk burst into flames. My chariot came to a stop I watched as the plane plummeted to the ground. When I was sure it was gone I found Calypso. Calypso sat in his twisted throne of dismantled cars. "Where's my Uncle." I demanded. I was ready to kill him. I took the knife out of my boot. The same knife my Uncle used to kill my Aunt Cathy. Calypso smiled. His mouth dropped below his neck. A shining red light shot across my eyes. I could feel every cell in my body rejoice in the memories that it reabsorbed. Then I remembered his face. I remembered his name. My.Uncle."Calypso." I spoke the last part. His mouth dropped wide open again. And once again I found myself in my cell. My hell. My perfect nightmare.
Then I knew what to do. Calypso never knew the extent of my power. I could not only control my dreams. But the dreams of those around me. Ever since that fateful night. Calypso has not had a night's sleep without my perfect nightmare's to haunt him. A strange satisfaction spread out through my body. For the first night in years I dreamed sweet dreams of Calypso's eternal torment.
I am the Sandman.
Every morning I still wake up screaming.
I can't tell you my name because it isn't mine anymore. Just call me Sandman.
I looked around my cell. My cell in Blackfield Asylum. The absolute horror that had become my life, my dreams are my only retribution. When I was young I was ugly, fat, pitiful, weak and disloyal to all those around me, then I got the chance to become what I always dreamed I'd be. My doctor diagnosed it severe depression. My uncle was obviously insane. Even more so after the accident that scarred his face forever. My Uncle. My Aunt Cathy always wanted children. After my parent's died in the plane crash she took me in. My Uncle married her for her vast wealth and power; he did not want children to interfere with his plans. My Aunt loved me like a son. My Uncle flinched in disgust at the sight of me. My Aunt taught me something that changed my life forever. She taught me how to control my dreams. In my dreams I was a tall handsome knight saving those from harm's way and being the perfect hero. As I continued to use this power my outward appearance changed. It became what it was in my dreams. Girls threw themselves out me, and I cared for so few. My life was perfect. One day after school, I trudged home after making out with my latest girlfriend. When I stepped into what had become my home I knew something was wrong. Usually I could feel my Aunt Cathy's living dreams bustling with hope and life, hoping that someday Uncle would love her. "Aunt Cathy" I called out. There was no answer. My Aunt Cathy was dead.
Now I sit alone. My wonderful dreams became Dr. Seuss' worst nightmare. I had grown pale, raven haired, and thin. Like I was in my dreams Then he came in, his name was Calypso. He ran a competition. The car he gave me resembled the twisted chariot of my dreams. He offered me a chance to avenge my Aunt Cathy.
How could I refuse?
Middle
Minion was fodder. After his car blazed in a beautiful inferno I laid back my head and slept. And dreamed.
I was seventeen. A lady's man. An honor roll student. Then my life changed. I stepped into what had become my home. "Aunt Cathy." I called out there was no answer. I stepped into her bedroom. There I saw her. Beautiful, perfect Aunt Cathy. Her pout lips were locked into a silent scream. Her eyes were rolled back, the life behind them. gone. Her red hair clashed with the dark blood that soaked her mattress. Then I saw my Uncle. Standing victoriously over her corpse, a butcher's knife clasped in his hand. He turned his eyes on me. I was expecting him to panic. An eyewitness was not something he wanted. Instead he smiled. He threw the knife into my Aunt Cathy's chest.then he laughed. He laughed at me. I lunged out to attack him but before I could do anything he had me pinned to the ground. His mouth opened wide and I saw a great red light. I felt a great hurl of pain rush through my body. Every bone, every blood vain screamed in terror. When I awoke I found myself mysteriously alive and perplexed. I tried to remember the past hours. But I could only remember my Aunt Cathy being murdered, by Uncle. Uncle? Then it hit me, I could not remember his face, what he looked, how tall he was, he good as didn't exist. My heart pounded. I couldn't even remember his name. It took me moments to decide what to do. I would find my Uncle and kill him.
End
The Warhawk burst into flames. My chariot came to a stop I watched as the plane plummeted to the ground. When I was sure it was gone I found Calypso. Calypso sat in his twisted throne of dismantled cars. "Where's my Uncle." I demanded. I was ready to kill him. I took the knife out of my boot. The same knife my Uncle used to kill my Aunt Cathy. Calypso smiled. His mouth dropped below his neck. A shining red light shot across my eyes. I could feel every cell in my body rejoice in the memories that it reabsorbed. Then I remembered his face. I remembered his name. My.Uncle."Calypso." I spoke the last part. His mouth dropped wide open again. And once again I found myself in my cell. My hell. My perfect nightmare.
Then I knew what to do. Calypso never knew the extent of my power. I could not only control my dreams. But the dreams of those around me. Ever since that fateful night. Calypso has not had a night's sleep without my perfect nightmare's to haunt him. A strange satisfaction spread out through my body. For the first night in years I dreamed sweet dreams of Calypso's eternal torment.
I am the Sandman.