I know, I've written something like this before. But I didn't like it last time. I don't like it now, but it's better than my last NightSky story.
I don't own Reala or Wizeman, blah blah… you know all that stuff right? But I DO own NightSky and I don't think I, or her, would appreciate being stolen.
This is a fairly short chapter, but bleh.
A quiet sob echoed around the room. Darkness covered the walls, almost completely hiding them. It was broken by a few flaming torches fixed to the walls. There was one other source of light, which came from three glowing orbs, one white, one blue, and one red. They circled a tall, wide figure, which was crying. Her long, brown, messy hair hung over her face. White, blue and red light reflected off a thick chain hanging from her black jeans, and illuminated a dark dragon with yellow eyes on her grey t-shirt.
She went to run for the door, but a yellow-clawed hand wrapped around her neck, cutting into her skin. She whimpered, and looked over her shoulder. Two cold, blue eyes stared back. The creature had a pale face, with black eye makeup and a red and black horned hat. It smirked, and pulled her back by her arms.
"Master Wizeman, I have brought back a red ideya dreamer as you requested." The creature said, bowing. A huge hand swooped down from the darkness and hovered in front of them. The girl squeaked as it opened, and she found herself staring into a huge eye in the palm. A soft chuckle sounded around them.
"Well done, Reala." The voice was deep and booming. Reala smiled and pushed the girl forward. She fell to her knees and sobbed.
"W-what do you w-w-want from m-me?" she stammered. The red orb flickered and glowed dimmer than the other two. The eyed hand frowned.
"Her red ideya is weak. Are you sure this is the best you could find?" Wizeman's hand looked up at Reala.
"Y-yes, sir. This was the only red ideya dreamer I could find. I'm sorry if she is not good enough." Reala said nervously, bowing again.
"She will do. The red ideya is strong enough for what I have planned for her. You may leave."
"Thank you, sir." He left. Another hand, with an eye in the palm like the other, floated down.
"What… are y-you going t-t-to do?" the girl hugged herself, still on the floor. She shuddered as one of the hands picked her up gently.
"I'm not going to kill you, dreamer. Do not look so frightened." Wizeman said quietly. The other hand closed over her.
"th-then what-" she began to say, then screamed. A pale red light streamed from between Wizeman's fingers. The girl's eyes screwed up in agony as she felt an invisible knife cut into her neck and wrists. Blood poured from them as they detached themselves. She held an arm shakily in front of her face, her eyes widening in shock at the red liquid running down the blue fabric. She stared at her arms as Wizeman placed her back on the floor. She looked up at the hand, wincing at the pain in her non-existent neck.
"What did you do to me?" she whispered, and then fell forward. The eye on the hand narrowed.
"Welcome to Nightmare… NightSky."
