Disclaimer: I... Don't own -man. Yet.
Okay, this is just a random musing. Since Road is the Noah of Dreams I have a few dreams (some memories) written up that I could add to this, and am planning to write more. If you like this idea =)
I made this chapter as a fan-made past for Road's awakening. This is her original "Dream" that turned into a "Nightmare".
Hope you like, Read and Review!
She had it all.
That was what everyone told her.
She was living a dream.
That was what she believed.
Road stared at the mirror in front of her, clutching a small white teddy bear to her chest. Her long black hair cascaded down her back in light waves that the maids had spent hours on trying to make her hair corporate with. Her violet eyes seemed to blaze with self contempt as she swirled in front of the mirror, her new white velvet dress dancing around her.
"Do you like the dress?" her mother questioned from the doorway.
Road smiled widely, her small face scrunched up with glee, "I love it!"
Her father appeared from behind her mother and smiled at Road as he wrapped his arms around his wife, "We're both so glad you like it."
Road smiled softly as she squeezed her bear. Yes, she had it all. She had a loving mother and father, the nicest things, and a beautiful house.
"It's time for bed," her father stated as he looked at the clock, "Good night angel."
With that he walked over to her, planted a kiss on her head, and made his way out. Her mother stared after him, even though Road was young she could tell that the look in her mother's eyes was pure love. Road's stomach felt all warm.
After she had gotten on her clothes for bed, a white night gown, her mother tucked her in.
"Mom," Road questioned suddenly as she laid her head back against the pillow, "What are dreams?"
"Dreams?" her mother repeated as she smiled and kissed Road on the cheek, "They're just your mind thinking up things while you sleep."
Road bit her lip, "What do they mean?"
Road's mother sighed, "Oh, honey I don't know… Nothing probably. They're useless fluff."
"Mom," Road whispered to her mother's retreating back, "Then what re nightmares?"
Her mother stopped, her hand resting on the door frame. She turned slowly to face Road, an odd, vacant look on her face. Her mother's face looked almost… haunted in the light streaming in from behind her.
"Nightmares," her mother started slowly, her voice empty, "Are a dream gone bad."
Road woke to a crash downstairs and swearing. Her stomach seemed to want to throw itself up, something was wrong. She never heard swearing.
She made her way out of bed and wrapped her white robe tightly around herself. She quietly made her way to the door, grabbing her bear on the way out.
As she shuffled down the hall, she shivered. It just… didn't feel right. She yelped silently as she felt her foot collide with something wet. She glanced down towards the ground, only to fall backwards in shock.
On the ground was blood.
She stared in horror at the patch of red, her eyes wide. Her mouth was frozen in a silent scream. She couldn't move. It was then that she noticed the rest of her surroundings, her eyes having adjusted more to the night.
The world seemed to spin as Road struggled to stay conscious. All around her were bodies… dead bodies of her maids and servants. She noticed the coppery smell in the air; she saw the stains of red surrounding her.
She couldn't hold it in any longer, she puked.
She probably would have just curled up into a ball and pretended that it was all a bad dream, but a crash and a women's scream made her shakily get to her feet and move on. She forgot all about her bear that she had dropped when she had fallen backwards, the bear left to soak in the scarlet blood.
She stepped around the corpses, her hand covering her mouth so she wouldn't scream when she accidentally stepped into a pile of blood… or on someone's lifeless hand. She didn't know why, but she felt that she needed to be as silent as possible.
Road paused outside the door that would lead into her living room. She gulped, her heart hammering against her chest. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what was on the other side of this door.
Road reached out her small hand which was trembling horribly, she pushed open the door. The smell and sight that greeted her made her legs buckle beneath her as she fell to the ground by the sear impact that the scene before her had. Tears started spilling out of her eyes uncontrollably.
There was blood everywhere. That was the first piece of the scene her mind registered. The second was that the lump on the floor was her mother. The third? It was that all that blood she saw was her mother's.
The other part of the scene was the figure standing over her mother's paled corpse, holding a bloodied knife. The figure turned towards her slowly, his face half hidden by shadows. But the half that Road could see told her all she needed to know… and much, much more then she wanted to know.
It was her father. His face was emotionless as he stood over his dead wife, his face splashed with blood- her blood. And probably the maids and servants blood too.
Road could only whimper as he walked towards her, not saying a word. She could only just suppress a sob as he lifted her by her hair and rested the blade against her throat. A trickle of blood fell down her neck as the knife pressed in harder.
She was going to die… she was… No.
As her father lifted the knife to end her life, Road lashed out making the knife miss its target but instead cut painfully through her long hair.
Road fell to a heap on the ground, her black hair falling around her. Her whole body felt drained and she noticed with a small mirthless laugh that she had landed in her mother's blood.
She couldn't move, her body was too heavy. The most she could manage was to roll over to stare at the ceiling. Maybe she could watch her killer end her life at least.
Road gasped in pain as her father plunged the knife into her stomach, then pulled it out with a sickening plop. Again… Again… and Again… the blood rained to the ground. It flew in slow arks, seeming to fly. It was disturbingly beautiful.
Road stared numbly at her stomach, watching as all the wounds bled out her life. Her robe and nightgown was consumed by the bleeding scarlet. She didn't feel anything. After the first few stabs, everything had started to slip away.
Now it was all gone.
Darkness pressed in on all sides, she didn't fight it. She collapsed into it thankfully, smiling slightly as warmth spread throughout her body.
Then she screamed. The warmth turned to liquid fire. She was burning from the inside out, everything was throbbing. She felt like she was being stabbed by millions of needles. A pressure built up in her skull, seeming to threaten to split open her head and send her brains flying in a million different pieces. She thrashed around, clawing at her head to no extent. Red trickles of blood ran down her face, self inflicted.
She wanted it to all end… everything… her head… it was going to explode… God… please… God…
Then it all stopped.
She felt… nothing. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking as she tried to see if anything hurt. It didn't. She slowly stood up, shaking only slightly. Her father was staring at her in horror.
"Monster…"
It was the only and last word that came out of his mouth before he looked down to see Road's hand through his chest. He coughed up blood, his eyes slowly closing. Road pulled her hand out, her face emotionless just like her father's had been.
Blood covered her clothes and arm, but she kind of enjoyed it. She broke out into an overly wide grin, it twisting her face into something slightly grotesque. She giggled, the sound maniacal. She lifted her hand and licked the blood off it.
It was then that she noticed her appearance in the mirror.
Her hair was jagged and short, and her outfit was ruined. She expected this. But what held her attention was something… else. Her skin was darker and her eyes were… yellow. She stared in wonder, the yellow eyes in the mirror- her eyes- shining brightly in the darker room.
She could only stare in wonder as crosses slowly appeared on her forehead, bleeding down her face. Her yellow eyes widened in shock before she passed out, collapsing to the blood soaked floor.
Her last thought before she passed out seemed to hang in every inch of the now desolate mansion.
Wasn't it funny how a dream could become a nightmare so easily?
