Living A Nightmare A Pitch Black Fan Fiction

by OGLobotomy

Set in the Pitch Black Universe. A dramatic event has caused a boy to end up in a strange place; he doesn't know where he is, or why he's there. All he knows is that his world has come crashing down, and amongst the fallen debris, is his unknown past.

2. Chapter 2

Chapter Two

Screaming.

Someone's screaming.

I abruptly open my eyes, staring into the darkness of my room, cold sweat trickling down every inch of my body.

My throat is sore.

I realize that I was the one screaming.

'That damned dream is back.'

I refuse to say nightmare, I'm not 8 anymore, I've grown out of those.

A sudden pain rushes upon me, It brings back old memories.

Death

Despair

I scuttle those thoughts to the far edges of my mind. As soon as I roll over and continue my trek into dreamland, I hear a click.

A second click, even louder, arises.

I then realize I'm back in the cell, and there's something outside my door, that wants in.

Fear creeps up on me, overtaking my senses, flooding my mind and body.

The door hisses, and I jump. The door flies open and three men, with rifles and flashlights barge in, one of them grabs me. I'd fight back, but I'm stricken with fear, and can barely even think. They drag me out of my cell into a large hallway; large metal doors fly past as they drag me quickly down the hall. Orange walls with black and grey symbols on either side, a very large door awaits us at the end.

We arrive at the door; one of the men extends his hand onto a pad, suspended from the wall. The metal doors jolt open, revealing a large room, same orange walls as the hallway, but immensely larger, with benches lining the walls. The room is full of men, all wearing orange and black jump suits.

They all stop to watch us. Obviously curious about the guards captor, and where he was going. We reach an elevator another pad is suspended from the wall. The same man extends his hand and the doors open. They drag me in, their grip tightening to the point of pain. I look up at the man on my left, as we ascend.

He snarls at me, showing his rotting, yellow teeth.

We reach our destination and the doors open once again. Another hallway, it's different. Same colored walls, but brown doors, with keypads and retina scanners. They take me down the hallway; we pass what seems like 20 doors on both sides.

They stop at a door, it's number 3A27. There's a name tag on it.

Dr. Reinhold, Psychiatrist.

The guard knocks.

No answer.

He knocks a second time, louder.

"Be right there." A brittle voice from beyond the door says.

The door opens slowly, a small, wiry, old man is standing in the door way.

A strong hand pushes me forward.

"Patient 1N2796B I presume."

"Aye" Is all the guard replies with.

They proceed to drag me into the room when suddenly the old man stops them.

"That won't be necessary; I believe I can handle this. You gentlemen can wait out here." The old man says in a cheery voice.

The guard shrugs and pushes me through, closing the door behind me.

"Please take a seat!" The old man points to a chair in front of his desk. He waits until I'm seated before he slowly sits.

"Good Morning uh-" He pulls out a file and examines it.

"Mr. Million."

I quirk an eyebrow at him. He continues.

"Do you know why you're here, Mr. Million?"

"Where exactly is here?"

"You are currently a inmate at Ursa Luna maximum security penitentiary." He responds, in a that same cheery voice.

'God I hate that voice."

"Why exactly am I here?"

"So you don't remember the killings?" This time he quirks an eyebrow at me.

"Interesting." Is his response to my silence.

He looks at the file again, mumbling. "Doesn't say you received any head trauma…hmm repressing your memories, huh? Interesting indeed."

I clear my throat again. "Do you mind telling me what's going on here?"

He just stares at me.

"Let's ask you some questions first Mr. Million. Alright?"

I can only manage a slight nod.

"What is your full name?"

"Reggie J. Million."

"Where were you born?"

"Boston, Massachusetts."

"How old are you?"

"Twelve years old."

The questions continue on at a lightning quick pace, until he asks a question that shocks the hell out of me.

"Do you remember killing those four men?"

"W-What?"

He repeats the question slower, as if I'm stupid or something.

"Do you remember killing those four men?"

His tone insults me.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about."

Images start flashing in my head.

Death

Despair

There I am suddenly, in a dark room, holding a body. It's a female, curvy, yet slender. Deep brown hair, smells oddly familiar. I look at her face, it's beat up.

'Oh my god.'

It's Christie, she's dead.

Her body ravaged, her face beat, her throat slit. Next to her is Annabelle, the same was done to her. I return to reality, clutching my head, eyes shut as tight as they can be.

"Mr. Million please relax." The kind doctor places a hand on my shoulder.

I push my chair back and lunge at him.

All I see is red.

All I see are my dead sisters.

"I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU FOR THIS!" I scream at the top of my lungs.

Doctor Reinhold backs up to his desk and pushes a button underneath the desk. The guards rush in. They try to restrain me, I struggle and break free. Something hits the back of my head hard. I'm out cold.

'I hope this dream ends."

'I'm supposed to be too old for nightmares.'