Disclaimer:
I'm saying this only once for the rest of the story so pay attention.
I NEITHER OWN THE EXTREME GHOSTBUSTERS (I'm not sure who does) NOR AM
MAKING ANY PROFIT FROM THIS STORY (and even if I was I'd like to see you
try and catch me.)
Prologue:
"Life is just a dream on the way to death"
Dreams are strange creations that have been discussed and dissected innumerable times over the millennium. We seem to hold this insane urge to control and understand not only the content of our dreams, but also the process of dreaming itself. So what are dreams? Are they the random arrangement of memories of their predecessor, 'Wakefulness'? Are they messages from some other force beyond our comprehension revealing to us the past, present and future? Are they the will of our subconscious mind allowing for the release of our suppressed emotions and thoughts? Are they a plane on which our abilities and mind can finally be free to be used without the unknown restraint they are usually forced to endure?
At this time in our existence there are few, if any, who hold the understanding and comprehensive knowledge of what it is to dream. The rest of us, though unsure, with have to make the decision of what we believe dreams are and more importantly what it means to us and what difference it will hold over our choices and lives. Therefore I now wish to pose to you that eternal question that may or may not have as yet crossed your mind. Whether or not you take the time to answer it is your choice and unless dreams are a plane of universal communication, chances are I will never know your answer. This question therefore, can be for your own benefit and piece of mind or simply something to help keep boredom away for a few more minutes that expected.
My question is what is 'Dream'? What's your answer.?
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"Eduarrrdo." The 'R' rolled of her tongue as he felt her crawl on top of him. His silted eyes could just make out her black hair in contrast to her almost unnaturally pale skin.
"You're mine."
With that came a simple realization. His eyes flew open to reveal not his Kylie but a stranger, one that his soul wished never to see again.
"Eduardo, wake up! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!
He opened his eyes again - 'when had he shut them' - The woman was lying above him; or was she standing before him? He was in a void. There was no up or down or left or right. There was no direction, no focus. Surrounded by darkness, the feeling of desolation crept over them. There seemed to be an uncontrollable silence that dominated, broken only by the woman's occasional whispers that were transferred to his mind without the movement of her lips but cushioned in a cacophony of sound.
The darkness was like a liquid. It consumed them, swallowing and drowning them. It felt cold to his skin and although he knew of its pointlessness he felt fear. He was friendless in this static world and the sense of being abandoned almost crushed his heart as he could fell it's pace increase in his mind and he began to try and force himself to move. But it was to no avail. He felt like a victim of suffocation, trapped in the knowledge that if he could merely move he would be fine, but knowing that no matter how hard he willed for it, the lack of oxygen caused his body, or in this case perhaps it was his mind, to lack the energy required to move. He was on the wrong side of the checkmate of this game.
The loneliness and isolation seemed to know him and fill his entire being, but at the same time it felt home.
"Relax, I'll make everything all right."
As he looked into her eyes he saw his reflected image. Something wasn't right but what? There. His eyes. They were pitch black except for the red irises they held prisoner. He tried again lifting his head but it wouldn't move.
He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't look away. Panic began to slowly creep into his mind and helped to grow and cultivate the fear that had been building up inside of him.
"Just close you're eyes Eduardo and I'll."
"No! Eddie. Listen to me. Wake up. WAKE UP NOW!"
Forgetting his paralysis, he tried to turn and face the second voice's source but his neck refused to obey. All he could do was stare at the woman as she snarled at someone beyond his plane of vision.
"Last chance Eddie. Better wake up now man."
"What are you doing here?"
" Back off Beelze-bitch. Okay Ed, you asked for it man."
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!"
*************************************** Darkness had settled on the room since he had turned off the lights a few hours before. A darkness that could barely be penetrated by normal human eye. It was that same darkness that held the horrors, that only children and a few select others, had eyes focused to see and ears tuned to hear its creatures that waited for the chance to seize their prey.
Eduardo sprung up off the floor. He was in his apartment. The alarm clock flashed 3:17am.
He had just experienced a rude awakening that seriously gave new meaning to the phrase 'thrown outta bed'.
The fore-mentioned bed was currently lying on its side, sheets, blankets, pillows and all against the opposite wall. It looked like it had been hurled across the room. Scratch that, it had been hurled across the room. He'd be lucky if Carlos didn't hear that. Waiting a few minutes, he found there to be no complaintive yells from his elder sibling, nor was he's door being banged on. Thus being, he assumed that the hulking mass of his elder brother and landlord, still slept, near comatose, next to his wife Beth.
Eduardo let his head drop and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up and stared at the wall for a second. Walking up to the bed, Eduardo bent over and picked up his blanket and pillow. As he lay on the makeshift bed on the floor he stared at the ceiling and spoke to the otherwise empty apartment "I don't know what scares me more, the fact that she's on her way or that she's not here yet."
A car alarm went off a few blocks away, it's siren call belying the security of their neighborhood. A fairly safe place where the majority of the New York police force had chosen to set up their homes. His brother included. Tomorrow he'd continue his life as normal, but he wondered how long it could go on for. He knew that something was coming. Of that there was no question; it had merely become a matter of when it would arrive and more to the point, when the shit would hit the fan. They were running out of time. He could feel it.
As Eduardo just became aware the burning pain in his left shoulder and he debated whether or not to go back to sleep, his mind began to dull by the lullaby of the Siren's wail of the activated car alarm.
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Author's notes: Although I prefer to write in the fiction genre I still like to write as realistically as possible. To do this I use information based on research of the mythology I am using as well as information from well-known movies and books that have become widely accepted as truth. For example, every reference to a monster, angel or demon, comes from my own personal research and interests in them and they are taken out of stories, legends and mythologies. I will rarely make up a creature and if I do in is for the sake of the story because I was unable to find a creature with the requirements that I needed. This made up creature will however have been based on one or more similar creatures that I have researched.
I have decided therefore to have a 'Creature Feature' for anyone who is interested in any and all references to creatures I have used. It will contain a short summery of what it is, which mythology it originates from and the book I took the information from and if possible the story for which they are most famous.
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Creature Feature:
Beelze-bitch: -An adjusted version of 'Beelzebub', one of the old European names for the Devil
Siren: Of Greek mythology Female sea-nymphs who had the power of charming by their songs. They targeted sailors and after hearing them sing the sailors would irresistibly be impelled to cast themselves into the sea where they would drown, or steer their ship towards the sirens Isle (island), which was surrounded by jaggered rocks and when their ship hit the rocks it would sink and the sailors would drown (Kind of like induced suicide by drowning) Most famous for their use in the Greek story 'The Odyssey'. Information from "Thomas Bulfinch's 'Myths of Greece and Rome'"
**************************************************************************** **************** Author's note: I know that there are a lot of people who read fanficition that are studying or have studied writing and because I would like to study it to and write books someday (I'm only in Standard nine/ grade eleven), I would appreciate any constructive (or destructive {I like a good fight now and then}) criticism, please fell free to flame, criticize, question, comment or add some advice or ideas.
Prologue:
"Life is just a dream on the way to death"
Dreams are strange creations that have been discussed and dissected innumerable times over the millennium. We seem to hold this insane urge to control and understand not only the content of our dreams, but also the process of dreaming itself. So what are dreams? Are they the random arrangement of memories of their predecessor, 'Wakefulness'? Are they messages from some other force beyond our comprehension revealing to us the past, present and future? Are they the will of our subconscious mind allowing for the release of our suppressed emotions and thoughts? Are they a plane on which our abilities and mind can finally be free to be used without the unknown restraint they are usually forced to endure?
At this time in our existence there are few, if any, who hold the understanding and comprehensive knowledge of what it is to dream. The rest of us, though unsure, with have to make the decision of what we believe dreams are and more importantly what it means to us and what difference it will hold over our choices and lives. Therefore I now wish to pose to you that eternal question that may or may not have as yet crossed your mind. Whether or not you take the time to answer it is your choice and unless dreams are a plane of universal communication, chances are I will never know your answer. This question therefore, can be for your own benefit and piece of mind or simply something to help keep boredom away for a few more minutes that expected.
My question is what is 'Dream'? What's your answer.?
**************************************************************************** ********************************
"Eduarrrdo." The 'R' rolled of her tongue as he felt her crawl on top of him. His silted eyes could just make out her black hair in contrast to her almost unnaturally pale skin.
"You're mine."
With that came a simple realization. His eyes flew open to reveal not his Kylie but a stranger, one that his soul wished never to see again.
"Eduardo, wake up! WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!
He opened his eyes again - 'when had he shut them' - The woman was lying above him; or was she standing before him? He was in a void. There was no up or down or left or right. There was no direction, no focus. Surrounded by darkness, the feeling of desolation crept over them. There seemed to be an uncontrollable silence that dominated, broken only by the woman's occasional whispers that were transferred to his mind without the movement of her lips but cushioned in a cacophony of sound.
The darkness was like a liquid. It consumed them, swallowing and drowning them. It felt cold to his skin and although he knew of its pointlessness he felt fear. He was friendless in this static world and the sense of being abandoned almost crushed his heart as he could fell it's pace increase in his mind and he began to try and force himself to move. But it was to no avail. He felt like a victim of suffocation, trapped in the knowledge that if he could merely move he would be fine, but knowing that no matter how hard he willed for it, the lack of oxygen caused his body, or in this case perhaps it was his mind, to lack the energy required to move. He was on the wrong side of the checkmate of this game.
The loneliness and isolation seemed to know him and fill his entire being, but at the same time it felt home.
"Relax, I'll make everything all right."
As he looked into her eyes he saw his reflected image. Something wasn't right but what? There. His eyes. They were pitch black except for the red irises they held prisoner. He tried again lifting his head but it wouldn't move.
He couldn't move, couldn't speak, and couldn't look away. Panic began to slowly creep into his mind and helped to grow and cultivate the fear that had been building up inside of him.
"Just close you're eyes Eduardo and I'll."
"No! Eddie. Listen to me. Wake up. WAKE UP NOW!"
Forgetting his paralysis, he tried to turn and face the second voice's source but his neck refused to obey. All he could do was stare at the woman as she snarled at someone beyond his plane of vision.
"Last chance Eddie. Better wake up now man."
"What are you doing here?"
" Back off Beelze-bitch. Okay Ed, you asked for it man."
"AAAAAHHHH!!!!!"
*************************************** Darkness had settled on the room since he had turned off the lights a few hours before. A darkness that could barely be penetrated by normal human eye. It was that same darkness that held the horrors, that only children and a few select others, had eyes focused to see and ears tuned to hear its creatures that waited for the chance to seize their prey.
Eduardo sprung up off the floor. He was in his apartment. The alarm clock flashed 3:17am.
He had just experienced a rude awakening that seriously gave new meaning to the phrase 'thrown outta bed'.
The fore-mentioned bed was currently lying on its side, sheets, blankets, pillows and all against the opposite wall. It looked like it had been hurled across the room. Scratch that, it had been hurled across the room. He'd be lucky if Carlos didn't hear that. Waiting a few minutes, he found there to be no complaintive yells from his elder sibling, nor was he's door being banged on. Thus being, he assumed that the hulking mass of his elder brother and landlord, still slept, near comatose, next to his wife Beth.
Eduardo let his head drop and ran a hand through his hair. He looked up and stared at the wall for a second. Walking up to the bed, Eduardo bent over and picked up his blanket and pillow. As he lay on the makeshift bed on the floor he stared at the ceiling and spoke to the otherwise empty apartment "I don't know what scares me more, the fact that she's on her way or that she's not here yet."
A car alarm went off a few blocks away, it's siren call belying the security of their neighborhood. A fairly safe place where the majority of the New York police force had chosen to set up their homes. His brother included. Tomorrow he'd continue his life as normal, but he wondered how long it could go on for. He knew that something was coming. Of that there was no question; it had merely become a matter of when it would arrive and more to the point, when the shit would hit the fan. They were running out of time. He could feel it.
As Eduardo just became aware the burning pain in his left shoulder and he debated whether or not to go back to sleep, his mind began to dull by the lullaby of the Siren's wail of the activated car alarm.
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Author's notes: Although I prefer to write in the fiction genre I still like to write as realistically as possible. To do this I use information based on research of the mythology I am using as well as information from well-known movies and books that have become widely accepted as truth. For example, every reference to a monster, angel or demon, comes from my own personal research and interests in them and they are taken out of stories, legends and mythologies. I will rarely make up a creature and if I do in is for the sake of the story because I was unable to find a creature with the requirements that I needed. This made up creature will however have been based on one or more similar creatures that I have researched.
I have decided therefore to have a 'Creature Feature' for anyone who is interested in any and all references to creatures I have used. It will contain a short summery of what it is, which mythology it originates from and the book I took the information from and if possible the story for which they are most famous.
**************************************************************************** **************************************************************
Creature Feature:
Beelze-bitch: -An adjusted version of 'Beelzebub', one of the old European names for the Devil
Siren: Of Greek mythology Female sea-nymphs who had the power of charming by their songs. They targeted sailors and after hearing them sing the sailors would irresistibly be impelled to cast themselves into the sea where they would drown, or steer their ship towards the sirens Isle (island), which was surrounded by jaggered rocks and when their ship hit the rocks it would sink and the sailors would drown (Kind of like induced suicide by drowning) Most famous for their use in the Greek story 'The Odyssey'. Information from "Thomas Bulfinch's 'Myths of Greece and Rome'"
**************************************************************************** **************** Author's note: I know that there are a lot of people who read fanficition that are studying or have studied writing and because I would like to study it to and write books someday (I'm only in Standard nine/ grade eleven), I would appreciate any constructive (or destructive {I like a good fight now and then}) criticism, please fell free to flame, criticize, question, comment or add some advice or ideas.