Chapter One: Premonition
A/N: For those who may be wondering, my other serial ToloveDeath, is still being written. However I'm on chapter three, halfway through and at 900 words. The first chapter of this story is just over 600 words and was written in a single night. Enjoy!
mmm…what is this? I try to shift my body, but its so tired it feels almost bound together, my fingertips brush over thick rope. I am bound! I open my eyes, but its pitch black. Everything is silent. Am I in bed? Is it night? Where the hell is Rias. My boots touch a cold surface. The oxygen feels tight and the air tastes bitter. My knees touch a surface above me. I run my hands over the same surface. Its concrete. I start to panic. I've been trapped in a concrete box. I scream, but my cries are hollow.
I start to remember now, the last thing I can recall is an armed guard shooting me in the back in the heavy rain. Those guys must have buried me alive!
"Boosted Gear!" I scream
Nothing happens. The boosted gear doesn't appear on my hand like it always does. And it always does.
I belt out its name, I keep trying to summon it but it will not show. What the hell is going on!
I start to feel lightheaded. My panicking has used up all the oxygen. I claw at the concrete but there's no use. I punch it with all my demonic strength but the blasted thing won't budge. I start to feel sleepy. Maybe…maybe…I'll sleep…and wake up with more of a plan…
The oxygen grows shorter and I fall into the void.
Floods of blood. Broken choruses of final screams. The smell of burnt flesh. The slow drifting ash that fall softly like snow. A winter in spring. I'm now a five year old girl holding my grandmothers hand, she looks horrified, mystified in shock at the sight before us. Nothing but a growing whiteness engulfs us. I'm now an elderly father, a Spanish man, trapped under my own collapsed roof. Smoke smogs my vision and searing heat grows closer. Someone else pulls me by my feet out from the debris. The man wears a rubber sack over his head. I die from shock. I'm a young high schooler, my body now cracked and roasted, I'm dragged into a pile of others like me, still barely alive by men in rubber sacks. I see hundreds of these men.
Its 1967 and I am god. I watch over an Irish mountainside where robed men and women chant in bad Latin. They sing in a large circle with a group of children on stone tables tied with red velvet. They stand on a plateau, an old celtic prison. A single man pulls down his hood and reveals pure blood red hair.
"My demon, I summon you" he says as he pulls out a blade and stabs a child in the lungs.
I wake up and take a deep, lifesaving breath of fresh air. My throat hurts, I must've been screaming.
"Are you awake now?" A feminie voice accompanies my side.
I look to my side, I'm in my own bed, well, the hotel's bed. Next to me is my girlfriend, Rias.
"Yeah…yeah" I stuttered.
She gently holds my shoulder and whispers "shhhh…its okay now"
I get out of bed, I need a walk after that nightmare.
"Here, I'll get you some water" she says
"Thanks" I drink deep from the glass.
"You were having a night terror, I think, your screaming really had me going there" she says
"Premonition" I mutter
"What was that?"
"What? Oh…I'm really sorry, I'm not feeling too fresh"
"De nada, don't worry about it"
"De nada? So how's Dora the explorer going?"
"See Issei" she says, "You're still an asshole, you're fine" she laughs.
I give off a small laugh, mostly to ease her worried look, it appears we're both still shaken from that episode.
"C'mon, lets go to bed" she hops back in the king sized bed, "we've got a big day ahead tomorrow. We've got to be up early to make it to Wimbledon."
I follow her into bed, she wraps her arms around my torso and buries her head into my chest.
"My groovy girl" I whisper affectionately
"Sweet Babyfat" she returns and nods off to dreamland.
Yeah, just a nightmare, that's all…right?