So this is a long first chapter for me, if the writing style seems a bit weird, don't worry, I'm only doing it for the dream sections. I'm hoping for this to be a complete OC story so if you want, you can submit one. Just send me a PM with a quick summary of your character (ie: what I can do with them, their mannerisms, their vulgarity, how you want me to portray them, etc) and I'll choose the best ones. I'm only looking for a few. In the story, the main character will visit a therapist and several of his friends and I'll probably have him talk to a few more people. So, as stated, just send me a PM and I'll get back to you if I like your OC. Hope you enjoy.

Blood.

Guns.

Death.

These visions infect my dreams every night. I cannot escape from them. A man in a hooded cloak, handing me a pistol, telling me to shoot my best friend.

Every night I shoot my friend.

Every night I get dragged into a twisted game of illusions, madness and violence.

Every night my dreams are destroying my mind.

A sniper's crosshair drifts over my head. He pulls the trigger but it does nothing.

Nothing to end my sorrow.

Nothing to end my horror.

Nothing to end the pain.

Why?

Why am I being punished?

The Man In The Cloak forces me into a maze.

The floors are covered in blood.

The walls are dripping with it.

Screams of pain and the crying of a young man can be heard emanating from the centre.

I rush through the maze, taking every exit, all leading to nowhere.

My head is throbbing, the screams digging into my skull.

A corpse falls down from the ceiling. His eyes have been burnt out with cigars.

I look up and see he has fallen from a rope, tied around his now severed leg.

His chest cavity is burst open and his heart is missing.

There is a pistol next to him. It is blood-stained and looks old.

It is. A Makarov. Late 80's by the code on the slide.

I pick it up and check the magazine. It is full but the bullets look as old as the gun.

I check the body for ammunition. Only one more mag. There is a few loose bullets as well.

I cock the gun and step over the body. I keep the pistol raised, just in case.

The screaming is getting louder and the crying is getting closer. I'm nearing the centre.

I turn the corner and see a body on the floor with a man kneeling down beside it.

There is a gun on the floor and the body has a headshot wound.

As I near the man, he suddenly swings himself around to face me.

Before I have a chance to react, he picks up the gun and aims it at me.

"Don't shoot, I just want to help."

"No, you don't wanna help me. You're that bastard in the motherfuckin' cloak, in disguise."

"No, I'm not. I want to help you. I'm stuck here as well."

"Stuck? Stuck? What the fuck do you mean stuck? This is your dream, you can end it."

"I can't end it. I have to finish them or I won't wake up and that means you'd die too."

"Nah, I don't die. I stay in your head, rippin' you apart."

"Look, just drop the gun and let me in."

"You ain't gettin' in."

"Who'd you kill?"

"What, you don't recognize 'im? Come on, take a closer look."

I walk slowly over to the body. I look down at the face and see myself.

I jump back in horror at what I've just seen.

When I look back up at the man holding the gun to my head, he's gone.

The man that stands in his place is more terrifying than that.

The Man In The Cloak is holding out a key.

I grab it and he disappears.

I stand up and walk over to the door with a red handprint on the doorknob.

I insert the key and turn it left. The door steadily opens with a creak. It is pitch black inside.

I walk in and raise my pistol again. I can hear groaning coming from all sides of the room.

I yell as I see a shape emerge from the darkness. It seems like some undead human.

I point my gun at his head.

I pull the trigger and hear a loud bang along with a crunching pop.

His head has exploded. I wipe the brains and blood off me and keep moving.

The room is never-ending. As I'm walking, I'm just going deeper into darkness.

I turn around a see bright light with a male figure standing in the centre of it.

I run back as fast as possible but the man shuts the door before I can get through.

I slam into the door, making a loud crack. I look back around the room.

What little light was in here is now gone. I need to find a way out. Fast.

I walk back into the darkness and see a light at the other end.

I start to walk towards it but start to see more undead walking in.

I aim my gun at the door and fire three times. Just enough to put them off coming in.

The door slams shut as a loud thud emanates from behind me.

I turn to see The Man With The Gun stood in front of the door.

"Come on! I can't get outta here without your fuckin' help!"

It may be a trap but beggars can't be choosers. I run up to the door and slam past him.

"I heard the gunshots. You shouldn't have gone in there."

"Why not?"

"Because you shouldn't have, just leave it there."

"Where do we go now?"

"There's no we. Just you."

"What do you mean?"

"D'ya know the fucked-up part of your mind you don't wanna admit exists?"

"Course."

"Well, I'm that in human form."

"What?"

"Your brain doesn't want to show you my normal form which is pretty fuckin' terrifying."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. Here, take this. M16, 30 rounds, fire it in bursts if you don't wanna waste 'em."

"I'll go one better. Single shot."

"Good luck. Have a couple of extra mags, you're gonna need 'em. Gimme that AK-47."

"Wait, why do you get two rifles?"

"Cause I ain't real. I can do whatever the fuck I want."

We load our guns and start to walk out of the maze.

I take the mag out of my Makarov and put the both of the items in my pocket.

His second gun is an MP5. I see extra mags in his pocket and three AK mags on his chest.

As we keep walking, I hear moaning and screams coming from the outside of the maze.

"HELP!" The scream echoes past us, deeper into the maze.

We run out to the exit and screech to a halt as we see a pile of bodies blocking our path.

The Man With The Gun pushes through them and keeps going.

As I follow him I see a warzone. Explosions all around, holes in buildings, bullets flying past.

He's just walking through the bullets. They aren't doing anything to him.

I follow but stay in cover to avoid anything thrown my way.

Suddenly a huge explosion takes down the building next to me.

I'm knocked down by the shockwave. It has no effect on The Man With The Gun.

I pick myself up as heavy suppressing fire comes from the north.

The Man With The Gun fires back. I hear shouts and screams of dying.

He's accurate. He takes cover beside me.

"I'm gonna need you to flank those motherfuckers or you ain't gettin' out."

"Are you fucking crazy? I'm not goin' out there!"

"Don't be a fuckin' pussy. Go, I'll cover ya."

I get up and run as fast as possible around the rubble of the broken building.

I run past the buildings and huts until I get near the sandbags the men are hiding behind.

I stay behind cover so I don't get their attention.

I lift my gun and aim it in their direction.

I pull the trigger and hold it down.

28 earth-shattering bangs later, they are all dead.

I count the bodies. Six. All unrecognisable due to amount of blood on their faces.

"Good job! I thought they weren't ever gonna die."

I collect any bullets and mags I can find before The Man With The Gun moves me along.

"Come on, we gotta get moving."

"HELP ME!"

That scream again.

"We should look where that's coming from."

"Okay."

We stand up and before we move towards the sound, he picks up a PKM off the floor.

"100 rounds, should be useful."

We can hear the sound getting closer. We go round the corner of a building and stop.

It is a horrifying sight. A young man, hung with a dozen hooks through his body.

The Man With The Gun lifts his weapon and pulls the trigger.

"No point in letting him suffer."

I nod and we keep moving. Whilst walking down a dusty highway, I see something strange.

Scope glint on a building. Less than a hundred yards away.

"GET DOWN!"

Before he has a chance, a shot rings out.

His head disappears as the bullet goes through.

The blood spatters all across my face and my shirt.

His body collapses to the ground with an almighty thud.

I run towards his body and pull him out of the road into an alleyway.

I grab his guns and look for the scope glint again.

I see the sniper shuffling across, adjusting his view.

I steady the PKM and pull the trigger.

I send a barrage of bullets his way.

I hear a shout and a scream, along with seeing a splash of blood.

I emptied the whole mag. 100 bullets, all being propelled by my anger. It was deafening.

I lay the gun down next to his body and take the other two, slinging them onto my back.

"I guess you were right. It was useful."

I stand up and continue my trip down the road.

It isn't ending. 30 minutes of walking, getting me nowhere.

I can feel myself about to pass out from exhaustion.

Just as I'm about to fall, I see a figure approaching me.

The Man In The Cloak.

As he comes closer, I can feel my blood freezing. My organs shutting down.

My heart falling out of my chest.

"Why? Why are you doing this?"

"It is not me. It is you. Your mind is your own enemy. You must fight back."

He holds a pistol out to his side.

A man walks up to him and takes the pistol.

I know who he is.

My best friend.

The one I shoot every night, using the exact same pistol he is now clutching.

"Why do you shoot me? Every time, you do it like you don't even care."

"I do care. I wish I could just shoot myself instead of you."

"Then do it. Shoot yourself."

He pushes me down to the ground and throws the gun next to me.

I pick it up. I press it up against the side of my head.

I take a deep breath and shut my eyes.

"Do it. Pull the trigger."

I feel a tear roll down my cheek as my finger tightens.

I hear a loud bang as I wake up with a scream.

I'm sweating and crying.

"John, you okay?"

"Yeah, Steve, I'm fine. Just had a nightmare."

"Oh. The same one?"

"Yeah, longer this time."

"Just lie back down, hun. I'll go get you a glass of water."

"Okay."

Steve climbed over me and walked out of the room.

I fell back down into bed and sighed.

My name is John Miller. I'm 17, I live in South Park and my dreams are breaking my mind.