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Your dream started off good: Jack and you were surrounded by a flurry of snow, and Jack was laughing, throwing snowballs at you. You threw snowballs back, hitting Jack square in his forehead. When that happened, he only laughed more, and he used his staff to sweep the ground. The snow shifted underneath your feet, and you fell back in the snow.
You went to get up, but not before you heard a voice. It was captured in the wind, and was carried away, but it was clearly a voice, calling.
Turning, you watched as a figure stepped, almost waltz, out of the misty flurry. It was your mother, smiling at you, opening her arms to you. She looked like she did in your memory of your family at the beach: she was in a one-piece bathing suit, hair tied back in a bun, and a skirt around her waist.
Running to her, you greeted her by tackling her into a hug. You were glad to see her again, her smiling face shining at you, unchanged and happy.
The mood suddenly changed, your surroundings getting darker, and you now hugged something cold, rigid, and wet. Pulling back slightly, you looked at your chest, which was now soaked. Your grey jacket now such a darker shade of grey it seemed almost black. Looking up at your mother, you were greeted with a cold, blank stare.
"What-" You started, but before you could finish, you took notice of your mothers torso, which you had been hugging tightly, and saw that her chest appeared as if it had been crushed towards her stomach, her ribcage flattened like a pancake, and her sides and chest had burst, seeping a dark liquid which slowly flowed to the ground.
You released your mother in a panic, and her body stayed motionless, still standing upright in the dark island of deep red snow.
"Jack!" Turning around, you searched for Jack, but in his place your brother and father stood, their bodies lacerated in many places and gashes covered their faces, mutating their faces to ones that were not human. They, too, bled into the snow.
You whirled around in a circle, searching for Jack, wanting him to take you out of this nightmare. But as you were circling, desperately searching, the snow flurry which was circling the clearing turned black, and the red snow at the feet of your mutilated family members crawled towards you, making red veins in the snow.
"Jack!" You screamed out, tears now flowing over your skin.
"Why did you run away?" Your dead families voices echoed through your mind. "Why did you leave us? Why did you forget us?" The voices hung like a hiss, and your head started pounding. You didn't want to forget them, just their mutilated bodies which had plagued your dreams, not wanting to face those nightmares again.
The red veins which were slithering through the snow had finally reached you, and they now left the boundaries of the snow and slithered up your legs, wrapping around you like vines. They traveled upwards, all the while you screamed out for Jack. You tried to run, but they anchored you down, preventing you from moving. Now at your shoulders, having wrapped around your upper arms and torso, they paused, before shooting up full force and encased your head.
"Jack!" The veins pulled you down into the ground, the red snow swallowing you whole, and your voice was dragged down with you.
You woke up, sitting up violently in bed in a cold sweat, screaming his name. It was still dark, and Jack was nowhere to be seen. The silence of the cabin felt heavy, a light ringing filled your ears, accompanying the silence. Outside, the snow had stopped, and the air was still. It was still dark, but you had no idea what time it was.
Your head still hurt from the voices which had been whispering to you in your dream, and you put your head in your hands.
You stayed like that until your head stopped throbbing, and you finally got up, swinging your legs over the bed to meet the floor. You still wore your boots, and you cringed, thinking about what you might have tracked into the bed. I'll clean it later.
You walked towards the fireplace, looking at the darkness where blackened wood still lay. I'll need to get wood in order for this to start. There's going to be a lot of cleaning and getting set today. But that was to be expected of your first day of escaping your previous life for this one.
Grabbing a blanket from the pile beside the fireplace, you wrapped yourself in it as you headed over to the kitchen. Opening the cupboards, you checked the supplies. Boxes upon boxes of pasta, several cans of soup and canned meats, four containers of nuts, assorted cereals, a bag of dried fruit, and a tin canister the size of your head.
Grabbing the canister, you looked inside: it was filled to the brim with assorted shortbread cookies. They didn't look like they have gone bad, so you took one and popped it in your mouth. It was still crunchy, having been unopened, and they didn't appear to go stale anytime soon.
Replacing the canister, you moved onto the fridge, it's hum only audible when you stood next to it. At least the cabin had electricity, and the fridge still worked.
The door required some strength to open, but you got it, the cold air rolling out and onto your feet. Apple and Orange juice, soda, and enough bottled water to last weeks.
Searching the rest of the kitchen, you found sweet potatoes and regular potatoes in a sack, five boxes of crackers, an entire cupboard composed of granola bars, a variety of vitamins, sugar, flour, and enough spices to fill a professional kitchen. At least you wouldn't starve, the only thing you felt missing was fruit and dairy. Good, sweet, ripe, un-dried fruit, milk, cheese, and yogurt.
You spent an hour ransacking the kitchen, finding the things you would normally find in a kitchen: plates, bowls, utensils, cooking pots, and other such items.
Enough sorting. You left your exploring for later and you walked over to the couch. Climbing over the top, being too lazy to walk around, you fell onto the cushions, adjusting the blanket around you. You stared into the hole where a fire would be, until your eye lids slowly drooped and you fell into a dreamless sleep.
"(y/n)." A finger prodded your shoulder, and your eyes flickered. "(y/n), wake up."
Turning on your side, you looked at Jack, who was leaning over the back of the couch, his face inches from yours.
"Hey, Jack." You rubbed your eyes, sitting up. "What time is it?"
"About 11:40. You slept in."
"No kidding." You stood up and looked outside, through the window over the bed. It was bright and clear, the sun reflected off the snow and made it blinding outside.
"I was hoping to do a few things before tomorrow. We need to get firewood, for sure." He took a quick glance at the fireplace, which contained only slightly useable wood.
"Why? What's going on?" Questioningly, and a little surprised, you raised an eyebrow.
"You'll see."
A/N: Scary-as-hell nightmares, a surprise soon by Jack, what else could possibly happen? So quick reminder guys, remember to leave ideas for what spirit you'll become in later chapters (also leave in the description what weapon will go with your spirit form!)! Also, maybe a short description of them? Unless you want me to try to describe you, that's fine too! So the ideas that have come in so far are: Guardian Angel, spirit of summer, spirit of song, purification, and hunting! Feel free to second these or add your own! But be sure to be kind to others, I don't want to have a fight going on now! Thank you for all your support!
Oh, and I will put each suggestion for the spirit you will be here, along with tally marks for support for that idea (these were based on the reviews put on this story before it had been taken down)
Guardian Angel/Angel: |
Spirit of song: |
Mother Nature: |
~Livvie
